"Brother, today I saw a lot of policemen appearing in the suburbs, as if they were looking for the murderer who killed Jobone. Are we going to stay like this? I'm afraid that it will..."

Because Lin Zifeng killed Jobone, the fire of the arena really made the black and white roads in Zhonghai City completely boil. Now Jobone's father is releasing the inspiration to find the murderer on the road. Who found the murderer and asked for a huge sum of millions of dollars to be kind to him unconditionally. Thinking of this, Black Hawk was still a little worried. After all, the power in Zhonghai City is too mixed.

Through the past few months of experience, Black Hawk has almost learned about the current situation of Zhonghai City. Here, as long as you are rich and powerful, there is almost nothing you can't do. Black Hawk is from Singapore and has never been to Zhonghai City before. Now their situation makes Black Hawk a little worried about Lin Zifeng.

When I was abroad, there was a Tianmen organization protecting me at that time, and the trees were big and I was so cool to enjoy the coolness. Now the Tianmen has abandoned them and may attract former enemies at any time.

However, Lin Zifeng had long expected the consequences he could think of. On the surface, he seemed to be silent all day long, but in fact he knew his situation better than anyone else. What should come will come sooner or later.

After returning to China these days, Lin Zifeng found that he was not as good as he thought. He felt that there was a surge of forces in the secret and could break out at any time. Take the incident of Nangong Bing attack for example. Lin Zifeng has been observing secretly these days, but his opponent seemed to be intentional in the layout, so for Lin Zifeng, this is also a good thing, so that he has enough time.

"Brother, then, what should we do in the next day?" Black Hawk thought for a while, and actually met Brother Neng again. It was impossible for him to just keep doing it. The most important thing is that the corpses of the twelve brothers have not been found yet, and this is also a big stone in Black Hawk's heart.

Looking at Black Hawk's blank eyes, Lin Zifeng was also thinking about these things. After all, Black Hawk is still alive now, and some things that should come will come and cannot be avoided.

"I'll take you to a place tonight." Lin Zifeng still smiled and placed the food he bought on the road on the table, then quietly sucked cigarettes, staring at the night sky with his eyes, as if he was brewing something.

Looking at his calm expression, Black Hawk suddenly felt that his elder brother was different now than before, deeper and more terrifying than before.

It seemed as if everything was under his control.

Thinking of this, Black Hawk's eyes became even more moist. What an exciting thing would be if the twelve brothers were still alive. It's a pity that all this will no longer exist...

In a villa along the coast of Zhonghai City, a middle-aged man stared at the young man who had passed away in the photo. Judging from the edges of his face, he had a very obvious similarity to Joe Boone, except that the middle-aged man knows more restrained and hiding than his son.

Staring at the deceased son in the photo, the middle-aged man pinched the cigar in his hand tightly, his facial muscles trembled sometimes, gritted his teeth, and tears couldn't help but flowed from his eyes.

Just the morning before yesterday, he received news that his son was burned to death by someone. At that time, Qiao Hongtian thought it was a rumor deliberately spread by some people. When the police handed over the remains of Joe Boone to the old hero who had been dominating in the western district of Zhonghai City for decades, he was completely shocked!

He vowed that he had to find the real murderer within three days and tore his opponent to pieces. However, it has been two days since he let this out. The gangsters who lived a life of licking blood from the knife in Zhonghai City did not know how much they had been dispatched, but the information they brought to Qiao Hongtian every time they came back was empty, which made the old monster who had dominated Zhonghai City for decades completely angry.

He personally broke into the West District Branch of Zhonghai City with No. 300 people, forcing the deputy director to find the real murderer within three days. As a result, many policemen came to the suburbs where they usually do not shit.

But Qiao Hongtian, who had just woken up from his grief, found that there was suddenly another person in his office!

And this person is familiar to him.

"Black Hawk!"

Qiao Hongtian stood up from the chair, picked up the pistol he carried on the table and pointed it at Black Hawk's head, and walked step by step towards him.

"You are not dead!" Qiao Hongtian was a little shocked in his first sentence. Although among the people who escaped from the arena, they all said that that night was a man wearing a quaint mask fighting against the Black Hawk. As a result, the Black Hawk was knocked unconscious by his opponent, and the masked man started killing him...

Now that I see Black Eagle again, it is not difficult to remind Qiao Hongtian that the "dog" he raises must be inseparable from that masked man.

"Does Mr. Qiao really want me to die?" Black Hawk was wearing a black leather windbreaker and a black baseball cap. His hair was cut tonight. He looked at Qiao Hongtian with a smile while smoking a cigarette.

"You can survive! I'll give you a chance. What is your relationship with that masked man?" Although Qiao Hongtian is middle-aged, the momentum exudes on his body is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary young people.

"Haha, Mr. Qiao, are you too arrogant?" Black Hawk said with a faint smile.

Although he just smiled faintly, it gave Qiao Hongtian a lot of shock in his heart.

In the past, Qiao Hongtian always treated him as a dog to tame him, but he didn't expect that he would talk to him like this today. This contrast made Qiao Hongtian feel ominous signs in his heart.

"Don't talk to me! Do you think I really dare not kill you? You are just a dog I have raised. A dog that makes money for me! Without me, you would have died long ago!"

Qiao Hongtian pressed his gun hard on Black Hawk's head, and his voice was clanging and powerful.

"Mr. Qiao, do you think you shot quickly or you died quickly?" Suddenly, Black Hawk not only did not mean to be afraid, but instead talked to him calmly.

"What did you say?"

Qiao Hongtian's old face trembled.

"He means asking you to shoot quickly or die quickly!"

At this time, a man's voice came from behind Qiao Hongtian. Qiao Hongtian was also a person who had seen the storm of the world. He suddenly pointed his pistol behind him. He understood that the person who could appear silently behind him was definitely much more terrifying than Black Hawk.

But when he turned around and pointed the mouth of the pistol at the man behind him, he found that the pistol in his hand suddenly turned and softened at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye until the black muzzle turned into an iron hook!

"you!"

Before Qiao Hongtian could finish his words, the man suddenly pinched Qiao Hongtian's neck with a big hand.

With one step, Qiao Hongtian pressed her tightly against the wall. As the strength of her arm increased, Qiao Hongtian's body, who was strangled to the neck, gradually deviated from the ground, and her whole body was raised by a strong and powerful arm!

When Qiao Hongtian saw the other party's appearance clearly, he stared at him and struggled hard, but under Lin Zifeng's big hand, he was powerless to win the sky. Perhaps it would be okay to let Qiao Hongtian deal with one or two gangsters at such an age. If he asked him to fight with a pervert like Lin Zifeng, it would be a death.

"It's you!" Qiao Hongtian's face, who was strangled, turned redder because he was lifted up, and he stared at the ancient masked man in front of him with his eyes tightly.

"Have you been looking for me for several days?" Lin Zifeng smiled coldly under the mask.

"You!" Qiao Hongtian was so pinched that he almost couldn't even speak.

At this time, Lin Zifeng gave a tacit look at Black Eagle, and then let go of the right hand that pinched Qiao Hongtian's neck. However, before Hong Qiaotian's body landed, Black Eagle took out two black sharp knives from his arms.

Two whistling sounds filled the entire office.

Qiao Hongtian, who was about to land, was instantly hit by two small knives on both sides of his shoulders. The knife was directly penetrated by his shoulders and was nailed to the wall! Hong Qiaotian was so painful that his forehead was sweating profusely, but he did not make a terrible scream, but endured it.

At this time, Lin Zifeng turned around and looked at him in surprise. He is worthy of being a hero who has dominated Zhonghai City for decades. He still has this tolerance.

Lin Zifeng slowly walked to the office chair where Qiao Hongtian was sitting, crossed his legs, sucked cigarettes leisurely, opened the drawer, and looked at the drug deals that Qiao Hongtian had been selling for years.

Every time I see an account marked with a red dot, Lin Zifeng's sword eyebrows will frown a few times.

Seeing the man who was like the god of death looking at the poisonous business he had sold over the years, Qiao Hongtian was a little excited, but his shoulders were deeply nailed to the wall by a knife, and his whole body was hung up. The pain of the knife rubbing his shoulder bones made Qiao Hongtian almost dizzy, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Mr. Qiao, don't you feel uncomfortable after you've earned this money over the years?" At this time, Lin Zifeng slowly put down the account book in his hand, sucked a cigarette and stared at the old fox Qiao Hongtian with a smile.

"If you two, kill me! I'm not afraid of death." Qiao Hongtian's distorted face began to tremble due to the pain.

"I know you are not afraid of death, but I just want to ask you, over the years, you have seduced Fusang people to sell 'pinks' to China, don't you feel dissatisfied with your conscience?"

Through the inspection just now, Qiao Hongtian and the Fusang people have sold several tons of powder over the years. I don’t know how many families have been destroyed and their wives have been separated. The most annoying thing is that this guy has been smuggling and selling over the years, all of which have targeted the Chinese people. Isn’t he a Chinese?

If you can do such a ruthless move to your compatriots, aren’t he afraid of retribution? Isn’t he afraid of retribution happening to himself or his son?
Chapter completed!