Chapter 37: Kill the Tigers

When Song Ye slipped out of the mansion, holding a fuel bottle in his hand, he turned to the main entrance to meet with Xu Zihang and was watching them staring at the house in a daze.
"... Is this what you did?" Xu Zihang turned to see Song Ye come over, swallowed, and asked hard.
"Well." Song Ye nodded, handing things to Yunhua aside, "Zhou Zheng went to the fire, part of the manpower was scattered, now he can go in. By the way, holding this, Zhou Zheng may have a gun in his hand."
As soon as Xu Zihang heard the gun, there was a dark thing in his hand, and his hands were almost shocked.
He hasn't fired yet.
Song Ye didn't expect him to shoot, and he took the lead, "Familiarize yourself first and teach you later."
"Song Ye." Yunhua followed her. The whole person looked cramped. She didn't expect to make a decision that day. After calling, she met again to join the rally.
Song Ye, who was ahead of her, stopped and walked in her own style. She almost dropped Yunhua. She looked back at Yunhua, who had no attacking power, and said faintly, "You are responsible for controlling the wind and let me know if something happens. . "
Yunhua firmly held the fuel bottle in his hand and nodded heavily, "I will do well."
Several people from Xu Zihang met Yunhua for the first time. Although they were curious, Song Ye didn't make more introductions. They were about to start a war, and they didn't have a cold heart.
With a bang, the door was kicked, Song Ye led the knife and rushed in. The dozen brothers who followed him were equally unflinching. In the flaming fire, this scene was like a young and confused man in a Hong Kong movie. . At this time, when Hong Kong movies became popular, every teenager was burning a heroic dream.
The blood that Song Ye slashed down at the head opened a world for the teenagers.
Xu Zihang didn't hacked someone with a knife. Fighting was a common occurrence, but it was like this, the killing was a first encounter.
At first, he was afraid that he could not do anything, but after cutting off the first person, he thought of Song Yelin's departure, "The enemy, either you die or I die." After that, the blood in his eyes was no longer afraid.
Other teenagers also gradually understood a truth in the fight. If there is fear in their hearts, the next time may be the brother to block the knife for himself.
Fortunately for the first operation, with the of Song Ye, the of killing, more than a dozen people fighting against each other's dozens of people, it turned out to be overwhelming.
When Zhou Zheng moved down the safe in the house, and found that the tiger was away from the mountain, and wanted to rush out to save the scene, Song Ye threw out a fuel bottle, and slammed it at the door. It was more than one meter high, blocking dozens of people in the house.
"Hurry up, call the police, report a fire alarm!" Zhou Zheng saw the smoke coming down from the stairs, and he couldn't get out in front of the door. It is worth the loss.
A cold voice came across the wall of fire, "I disconnected the telephone line."
what? Zhou Zheng was startled, raised his head, and ran into a pair of deep eyes. In the flaming fire, the already exquisite and beautiful face became more and more unreal, "Who are you?"
Song Ye didn't answer him, and it was obviously a bit redundant to meet her on this occasion. She stood in front of the door, expressionless. "You only have two choices, one is for mercy, or, to die."
"You ..." Zhou Zheng was biting his teeth, he couldn't help but want to swear, but with the corners of his eyes turned away, he saw the girl behind him, lying all by the brothers of the tigers, even when he was far away. Bloody smell.
He suddenly remembered the appearance of the fear of the knife, only to realize that the means he described was cruel, and was not empty words.
"Boss, cough, what should I do?" The smoke was getting heavier, and many brothers couldn't stop coughing, and hurried forward to ask him what he meant.
Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth and didn't open his mouth, asking him to ask a child for mercy and make a joke.
Most probably he was not convinced. Song Ye looked pale and took out another fuel bottle. "The fire will come up at most fifteen minutes. If you obey me, you don't have to die with him."
"Don't!" Everyone looked at the fuel bottle in her hand in horror, their hearts beating to their throats, and there was almost no hesitation for a moment, and someone immediately surrendered, "I beg for mercy, I don't want to die."
"me too."
"me too."
...
There is one and two. The so-called law does not blame the public. Once the gap is opened, this behavior of betrayal and survival will soon put Zhou Zheng into a helpless position. He is furious and stuns his brother, and stretches out his hand to take out a pistol , Fierce God said evilly: "Dare to betray Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu shot you."
The muzzle of the black hole was so startled that everyone didn't dare to move anymore, and even Xu Zihang and others outside the fire wall were alert to avoid it.
When Song Ye saw Zhou Zheng drew his gun, his eyes narrowed, then he said, "Wait a minute, I will let you out."
When Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows, he spit on the ground with a spit, "A child with hair, want to fight with Lao Tzu, you are still too tender, let Lao Tzu go out!"
In the clamor, several buckets of water poured over, putting out the fire, and a thick smoke billowed in the air, with a burning smell.
Zhou Zheng's face was blackened. When he saw it, he could escape. He rushed out without a word, and looked around in the dim night, but his head didn't move twice, and his temple was suddenly cold. Hard things resisted, and a cold, flat voice sounded in the ear, "Are you looking for me?"
Zhou Zheng shook his body, glancing obliquely at the corners of his eyes. The head was not a gun, but the the side was calm, and the coldness in his eyes made him fall like an ice cave.
"Yes, there is something to say." Xiao Ming put others in his hands, and Zhou Zheng dared to be arrogant. "I have no resentment against you. If you want my place, we can evenly divide it. of."
Song Ye didn't want to listen to his nonsense. He held a gun and advanced one point, and said, "Where did you get this gun?"
"Yes, it has flown from the black market recently." Zhou Zheng looked at Song Ye's attitude of not being able to enter the salt market. He couldn't hold his temper at all, and quickly added: "I heard that a bunch of foreigners brought in, no money. Only sell guns. "
Song Ye groaned in his heart. This trip had some extra gains. He raised his hand and handed Zhou Zheng's gun, and carried people to Xu Zihang. "The rest is left to you."
When Xu Zihang was watching a gun confrontation over there, in a blink of an eye, he saw the enemies approaching, and he thought Zhou Zheng was dead without lifting his feet.