Chapter 1399 Why Are You Still Not Dead
When Han Qian’s fist fell on his face again and again, Lin Zongheng didn’t understand why things turned out like this, why he couldn’t beat Han Qian, could it be Is this how your life ends?
Lin Zongheng kicked Han Qian away, stood up and roared.
"Why don't you die? Why don't you die!"
Lin Zongheng threw himself at Han Qian, riding on Han Qian's body and raining down his fists. Han Qian was even more defensive. Without any thought, he reached out and grabbed Lin Zongheng's collar and pulled him in front of him, then turned over and rode Lin Zongheng under him.
Lin Zongheng suddenly laughed.
"Han Qian! I forgot to remind you, I set a timer, hahaha! Han Qian! She is still going to die! Han Qian, I will let you live in pain and let him die before you in front of you, and then you find that you can't do anything, what can you do? Nothing can be done, you can’t save Zheng Jing, you can’t save Zhou Le, you can’t save A Da, and you can’t save Feng Lun!”
Han Qian stood up and rushed towards the person who was hanging outside the window! Hu Haisong stood up, and the moment Lin Zongheng stood up, he also stood up.
Bang!
With the sound of a gunshot, Han Qian raised his hands and turned his head, turning around to look at Lin Zongheng who was holding a gun.
Lin Zongheng raised his pistol and pointed it at Han Qian with blood on his face.
“Aren’t you very good at fighting? Aren’t you very good at fighting! Aren’t you very capable of beating me to death? Han Qian, Han Qian, you really surprise me every time. I see what’s in your body How long can that poison last? Kill Li Guangbi!"
Han Qian raised his hands and looked at Lin Zongheng with a frown.
"He is going to die for you, you want me to kill him?"
Lin Zongheng roared.
"Yes! I want you to kill him! Han Qian, I want you to kill someone."
"I have killed people, I kicked one down upstairs!"
"That's not the case. Forget it, it was an accident. At that time, you had no murderous intention in your heart, and you didn’t know he would fall. I asked you to kill him now. Li Guangbi, let you pierce his heart with a dagger, and let you know that he will die if you do it!"
Han Qian remained silent and did not move. At this time, Li Guangbi slowly stood up and took up his hand with difficulty! Walking towards Han Qian with his dagger, Han Qian frowned as he looked at Li Guangbi who was walking hard step by step.
“Lin Zongheng wants to kill you!”
Li Guangbi did not speak, but stepped forward holding the dagger step by step. Han Qian frowned. Just when Li Guangbi was very close to Han Qian, Lin Zongheng pulled the trigger on Li Guangbi.
He has a gun, and Han Qian must die, but such a simple death is too cheap for Han Qian.
The bullet penetrated Li Guangbi's back and burst into blood mist. Li Guangbi turned his head with difficulty to look at Lin Zongheng, grinning, blood flowing in his mouth, but Li Guangbi smiled and said.
"Leader...I...I will still...still follow you in my next life."
When Li Guangbi fell to the ground, Lin Zongheng's eyes turned red when he saw everything. Han Qian was holding a dagger in his hand. The sharp end of the dagger was facing Li Guangbi. Li Guangbi didn't want to kill Han Qian. He just wanted Han Qian to kill him to fulfill Lin Zongheng's order.
Lin Zongheng's mind went blank for a moment. Looking at Li Guangbi who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood, Lin Zongheng's eyes gradually became blank.
At the moment when Lin Zongheng lost his mind, Han Qian threw the dagger in his hand. In a panic to dodge, Lin Zongheng fired two shots. Han Qian got close and pressed Lin Zongheng's shoulder and hit him with a knee. , had a gun in his hand and was beaten Lin Zongheng let out an angry roar. When Lin Zongheng raised his pistol, Han Qian grabbed his arm, put his left hand under his elbow and gave it a hard squeeze. The pistol fell to the ground, and Han Qian pointed it at Lin Zongheng's chin. Here comes the European uppercut.
Lin Zongheng quickly backed away, clutching his stomach. Looking at the bullet holes on Han Qian's shoulder that were constantly bleeding, Lin Zongheng's eyes were filled with anger.
“Why aren’t you dead yet!”
“I live just to give you nightmares!”
After saying this, Han Qian picked up the pistol on the ground and pulled the trigger on Lin Zongheng's right leg, but there was only one bullet in the gun. Han Qian threw it away and said angrily.
“As useless as you!”
After saying that, he turned around and looked for the remote control. Hu Sponge would have died if he fell down on the fourth floor. Lin Zongheng was dragging a gun that was shot. He picked up a wooden stool leg and rushed towards Han Qian. Just when Han Qian bent down to pick up the remote control, the stool leg fell on the back of Han Qian's head.
Blood flowed down like water. Han Qian covered the back of his head, turned around and punched Lin Zongheng. Lin Zongheng crossed the stool leg to block the punch.
Click!
The stool legs broke, and Han Qian's fist fell on his throat. Lin Zong vomited blood and lay on the ground, holding his throat and rolling around. When Han Qian picked up the remote control, it was already soaked in blood. No matter how hard Han Qian pressed it, Nothing happens.
Han Qian turned his head and looked at Lin Zongheng in anger, walked forward with a chair, and smashed Lin Zongheng's right leg. I didn't break your legs at first, but I can't do it again today. You walked out standing. It fell again and again, and Lin Zongheng kept wailing.
Han Qian knelt down next to Lin Zongheng’s head with a dagger in his hand. The sharp edge of the dagger scratched his flesh as he continued his artistic creation.
The word "bastard" appeared crookedly on Lin Zongheng's forehead. Han Qian felt that this was not enough. He wanted to carve a turtle on Lin Zongheng's face and let him take the turtle with him and bury him in the coffin. in.
Bang
The door behind him was suddenly kicked open, and a gust of wind blew into the room. Before Han Qian could turn around, his body had already flown out and landed among the ruins of tables and chairs.
Han Qian struggled to stand up holding on to the table, and Han Qian smiled.
“Fuck you!”
Other than these three words, Han Qian didn’t know what to say.
His mind was now going bad because of the appearance of this guy. Lin Zongheng's many moves did not cause Han Qian to feel any pain, but this grandson's kick made it difficult for Han Qian to get up.
It may also be that the effects of the poison are about to wear off.
Not to mention the poison, even fairy beans can't withstand Han Qian's torture.
Han Qian, who struggled to get up, said again.
"Fuck your daddy! Why didn't you take your dad away when he died! I'll fuck your mother!"
Anger to the extreme.
But the extremely handsome man in a neat suit standing in the room did not speak. He walked towards Lin Zongheng who was lying on the ground and laughed.
"Who is the opportunist? Is it you? Is it Han Qian? Is it Feng Lun? It's me!"
A silver pistol appeared in his hand, and the muzzle was pointed at Lin Zongheng's hands. Legs, this time he learned the lesson wisely and reached out his hand to take out a deformed steel drill from Lin Zongheng's pocket.
“This thing won’t save you again.”
Bang!
The bullet penetrated the flesh. This time, Lin Zongheng surprisingly did not let out any screams, but gritted his teeth and stared at the man in front of him and said fiercely.
"Tough me to death! If Han Qian doesn't kill someone, you will kill him. Come and beat me to death! If I shout in front of you, I will be your son!"
Bang!
The bullet passed through the flesh again, and the severe pain made Lin Zongheng faint for a moment, but he laughed instead.
"Tickling me? I will always regard Han Qian as my enemy. I feel proud that Han Qian calls me a bastard, but you! You are not even a little bastard in my eyes! Come on! Shoot it with bullets My heart! Come on, you eunuch, you will never be complete in my eyes! Without you, Han Qian will never defeat me!”
The third bullet penetrated Lin Zongheng’s left leg. Liu Shengge stood up and buttoned his ear, then picked up a chair and faced Lin Zongheng. His knee was smashed, but no matter how he did it, Lin Zongheng was stunned and didn't even cry out in pain.
Liu Shengge threw away the chair in his hand and raised his fingers at Han Qian who was struggling to get up.
"How can you win without me?"
Han Qian stood up, hammered his chest, and said with a bright red mouth.
"Just in time to finish warming up! There's no place to vent all the strength!"
After saying that, Liu Shengge stepped forward and kicked Han Qian's chin with his right leg. Han Qian's whole body flew into the air and landed on the ground. , splashing smoke and dust.
Liu Shengge ignored the two garbage men who had already walked into the Palace of Hell with one foot. He walked to the window and looked at the tightly tied and naked Hu Feng. Liu Shengge frowned and remained silent for a long time, then took off his clothes. The clothes on his lower body were draped on Hu Fongsong's back and he said softly.
“Don’t catch a cold.”
But he didn’t have the slightest intention to put Hu Fengzong down. He turned around and kicked Han Qian in the face who had just stood up. His body rolled and hit the ruins of tables and chairs. Liu Shengge raised his hand and fanned his face.
"It's so hot."
(End of this chapter)