Chapter 339: You have to die!

Li Mubai's powerful gas field has already controlled the situation. The group of Zhao Jiayuan, who has already retired to the second line, will support Zhao Qingyun, but how can he dare to be a gunman and Li Mubai?
They can support Zhao Qingyun, but they can't help Zhao Qingyun out of this head, and there is no such ability.
Shen Manjun seems to be at a loss at this moment. I can only sit on the sofa with a sly look.
Even Xiao Zheng is a young man who is highly valued by Zhao Siye. At the moment, it seems that there is nothing to be done, and Li Mubai can only be allowed to make a big difference.
Seeing that Li Mubai’s forced palace is going to succeed.
Seeing that the Zhao family is going to change its name, it is renamed Li. Zhao Qingyun finally came to the attention of the public.
Yes.
he came.
There are only two followers around.
But he showed his momentum, but he was not under Li Mubai. Even the group of well-informed veterans saw Zhao Qingyun at the moment, as if he had seen Zhao Siye, his eyes were awe-inspiring. Slightly dropped his head.
"Hey! You are finally willing to come out!" Li Mubai smiled and looked at the faceless Zhao Qingyun, although surprised at Zhao Qingyun's strange gas field. He is still condescending in the grip, overlooking the pretentious Zhao Qingyun.
Xiao Zheng only looked at Zhao Qingyun, which was completely different from the past, and the lips were overflowing with a hint of deep meaning. He calmly lit a cigarette, holding Shen Manjun's cold palms sideways, still not saying a word.
"You bothered me." Zhao Qingyun casually sat on a single sofa, which was specially used by Zhao Siye. Except Zhao Siye himself, no one dared to sit.
But tonight, this sofa is destined to belong only to him. Even Li Mubai did not dare to touch it easily. At least before Zhao Siye’s death, he did not dare to sit.
Because everyone knows that although this is just a chair, it seems that Zhao Siye is sitting there.
In the Pearl, who dares not to get the permission of Zhao Siye and sit on his exclusive sofa?
Zhao Qingyun sat down slowly, glanced at Li Mubai with a cold eyes, and said indifferently: "I bothered me and chatted with Siye."
"Pretend!" Li Mubai sneered. "I solemnly tell you, from today, you no longer belong here, if you still want to live, get out immediately. Maybe I am in a good mood, can still leave you a dog!"
The words have already been said.
Li Mubai does not need to pretend.
He clearly knows that Shen Manjun’s only reliance now is Zhao Qingyun, who is heavily influenced by Zhao Siye. As long as he is willing to retreat, it is easy to win the Zhao family. It is easy!
"Since it is here, why bother to pretend to pretend to be kind? How do you become a big thing in your character?" Zhao Qingyun said in an understatement. "You forgot, Siye once taught us, no poison, no husband?" Zhao Qingyun said indifferently.
"What do you want to say?" Li Mubai asked at the height of his question.
"Look back. Listen." Zhao Qingyun ordered a cigarette and said with a blank expression.
His voice was degraded, only to listen to the night, and the screams of screams came one after another. As if not far from the Zhao family yard, there is a murderous massacre. The dense and harsh guns are endless, and even after tens of meters away, you can smell the disgusting blood.
The gunshots lasted less than two minutes and gradually stopped. Li Mubai’s face was suddenly amazed in these two minutes. The strength of the whole body seemed to have been taken away by the majority, sitting softly on the sofa and sweating.
What happened outside?
In the yard, but with his own more than 80 confidants. They are all well-trained and experienced rivers and lakes! Why did you completely lose your movement in just two minutes?
What did they encounter?
What power can make this group of well-trained old rivers and lakes instantly destroyed?
thump.
A little brother stumbled and came in from the door. His arm was shot by bullets, and his face was covered with fear, except for blood. His eyes were dull, but he came to Li Mubai in front of him, and said in a crying voice: "Li Ye, we were ambushed!"
"They are carrying submachine guns. They are wearing bulletproof vests. They are also throwing bombs at us!"
"Dead! Dead! The brethren have not had time to do it, they are killed by them!"
Li Mubai shuddered and was completely soft on the sofa. Eyes but resentful stare at Zhao Qingyun, hateful: "What the are you doing?"
Zhao Qingyun’s nephew is still plain and anomalous. Indifference:
I just reminded you. Since you are here, don’t pretend to be kind. You don’t have this skill.

"I have a gun collapsed!" Li Mubai seized the pistol in the hands of the younger brother and pointed to Zhao Qingyun.
In the face of Li Mubai's fierce roar, Zhao Qingyun's lips sneaked into a sneer: "You are really sad."
Hey.
Outside the door, there were nearly 20 wearing masks, and they were dressed in bulletproof vests and tall young men with their submachine guns. Except for the eyes, all parts of their body are covered by military uniforms. There is a military pistol at the waist and a saber on the trouser legs. Overall, it is simply a well-trained elite!
Each of the more than 20 special war elites was a small group. As soon as they entered the living room, they quickly controlled the overall situation. Under the horror of their horror, the young men in the suits shaking their hands seemed to be holding only a shotgun in their hands, not to mention shooting, and even the courage to point to each other.
Who dares to hold a poor quality assembly pistol and a group of powerful firepower, well-trained special war elites to open fire? This is simply a one-sided abuse!
The lessons of the blood of the companions outside tell them what they should do at this moment.
Surrender is the best ending to life!
"I surrender!"
In the crowd, some people raised their hands and shouted in trembling.
If they are opposite them, they are a group of people who are also armed with pistols. They may not be timid, and they may be able to squeeze out their courage. But at this moment, they are faced with a group of special-sized elites who are huge in size, even if they are going to carry out anti-terrorism missions.
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It is simply a one-sided slaughter!
"Let the gun down!"
The heavily armed special war elite screamed. The sound line is as low as a tiger.
"We put, put"
People have gradually put down their weapons and are afraid to resist.
Just when everyone put down the pistol in his hand, Li Mubai also looked pale and white. When sitting on the sofa uncontrollably, Zhao Qingyun raised his arm and raised his arm. Then he pressed hard and pressed: "Kill."
Outburst!
The sudden process!
The intensive gunshots and screams are intertwined into the devil's voice. In an instant, the living room, which is as clean as a mirror, flows into the river. A body with a lack of arms and legs fell into a pool of blood. Nothing.
Unlike the pictures in the movie, the real submachine guns are hit by a flesh-and-blood living person. After a few shots, they don’t just leave a few bullet holes in the body. It is a large-scale destruction, like a bomb bombardment, the visceral flow is everywhere. Even when the submachine gun was shot on the head, half of the head was directly hit. It is not a blood hole that has been artistically processed.
Looking at the infernal picture in front of me, even though the group of well-informed Zhao family veterans, at the moment, they also rolled up their stomachs and vomited.
Can be mixed into today's status, how many of these old guys have not killed people, have not done murder and arson? But they kill people, especially in the early years, usually with a knife, and at most killing people with a powerful gun. The purpose of killing is the same, but the effect of production and the sense of picture are not at all a grade.
Where is this murder?
It is a massacre! Desperate slaughter!
Hey.
Zhao Qingyun ordered a cigarette in silence, staring calmly at Li Mobai. The lips evoke a sneer of extinction: "Li Mubai, I just heard you shouting in the house, my Zhao Qingyun is not your opponent? You didn't even put me in the eye? Is it?"
Li Mubai heard the words and his face panicked: "I didn't say it."
After all, Li Mubai is not Chen Chong. He has ambition and enthusiasm, but he is definitely not as brave as Chen Chong. Chen Chong dared to tie his head to the waist and rushed to the front, whether it was for Zhao or for himself, but Li Mubai did not dare, nor would he. Therefore, he became the military sergeant of the Zhao family and made a think tank. The decisive reason is that he does not have enough courage to charge.
In this world, people who can get a courage or a diligence can basically make a difference and shine. There are not many people who have the courage to do so.
Li Mubai didn't want to die, so he served soft. Zhao Qingyun, who was once looked down upon by him, was soft.
"I lost." Li Mubai said in a tone of pleading.
"You are asking me to let you go?" asked Zhao Qingyun.
"Yes," Li Mubai asked. "Please let me go."
"Your Majesty." Zhao Qingyun indifferent.
thump.
Li Mubai did not hesitate and squatted on the ground, facing Zhao Qingyun and pleading: "Please let me go. From now on, I will not step into the Zhao family half step."
"I forgive you verbally." Zhao Qingyun pulled back and pulled out a pistol from the waist of a follower. A fierce desert eagle.
The huge guns pointed at Li Mubai’s head and only listened to Zhao Qingyun’s expressionless expression:
But you still have to die.

"Don't!" Shen Manjun exclaimed. "Qingyun, don't kill him!"
boom!
Zhao Qingyun did not hesitate to trigger the trigger.
The bullet was shot from the barrel, and a shot broke Li Mubai’s head, beyond recognition.
At this moment, no one can stop Zhao Qingyun, even if he was a child from a young age, he couldn’t.
Li Mubai fell into a pool of blood. The head was completely blasted, and the red and white liquids poured out from the huge gap. After stimulating the blood flow into the river, Shen Manjun, who had a stomach roll, vomited on the spot. The body is shaking.