Chapter 387 A Great Kindness

"Bang-bang-bang-"

When the woman in green clothes took a risk and shouted to her men to intercept them with all their strength, the spears from the rooftop rang out very clearly, and six more men in gray clothes fell at the intersection.

The Kong family members who were originally going to pursue them all retreated to the bunker to hide, and managed to fire a few shots at the rooftop to no avail, while Zhao Wenguang had already run away.

The woman in green endured her injuries and yelled a few words into the walkie-talkie. When there was no response, she personally led a group of people to the rooftop.

They quickly rushed to the rooftop where Ye Tianlong fought bloody battles, but they did not catch Ye Tianlong's shadow. There was only a cold corpse on the ground.

ghost!

Seeing the ghost's lifeless expression, the green-clothed woman and the others instantly felt their whole bodies become cold. They never thought that the ghost would be killed.

They all know what kind of person the ghost is. He has godlike marksmanship and is excellent in close combat. He can kill hundreds of people with one sword and can fight thousands of people with one gun.

But this kind of Lord is now dead like a piece of grass.

All the dozen or so people were silent, only the wind howled. For a long time, the woman in green beat the wall angrily and shouted: "Find! Find the murderer for me."

She knelt down straight. If the murderer could not be found, Kong Zixiong would break one of her legs even if he did not kill her.

This day was destined to be a gloomy day for the Kong family.

An hour later, a very remote warehouse in Beihua District.

Zhao Wenguang took the last seven of his men and slipped in through a dilapidated iron door, quietly, and then turned on a light.

There are six tattered sofas inside. Under the sofas, there are guns, food and clean water.

Regardless of their injuries, the eight people immediately took out the purified water after sitting on the sofa, wanting to take a quick sip.

This journey has been too tiring and hard.

"Brother, we lost miserably this time."

A man with a flat head twisted open a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Zhao Wenguang, who was gasping for breath: "Eighty percent of the brothers are all dead, and the police are still looking for them."

He looked troubled: "What should we do?"

The six tough men also roared, feeling sad and angry for their dead brothers.

While Zhao Wenguang took the mineral water, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "What should I do? Avoid it first, and then repay the debt with blood."

He patted the flat-headed man on the shoulder: "Xiaojian, don't worry, as long as we survive, our brothers' revenge will be avenged."

"I will never let them die in vain like this."

"It's just that before avenging our brothers, everyone must cheer up and have confidence. Otherwise, not only will they not be able to avenge themselves, but they will also be ruined."

Although the situation before him made him sad and angry, he also understood that if he wanted to live and seek revenge, he must remain rational.

Zhao Wenguang encouraged everyone: "If we avoid the limelight, we will recruit troops from the Golden Triangle and defeat Kong Zixiong and Jiang Zihao."

Having said this, he straightened his body slightly, and his face looked indescribably cold and hard under the shadow of the light.

His gaze, like a review, was sweeping across the faces of one person after another.

All the brothers who were stared at by him immediately seemed to be infused with power by the gods. They subconsciously straightened their chests and the seven of them replied in unison:

"Brother, don't worry, we will definitely cheer up."

Zhao Wenguang picked up the mineral water and shouted proudly: "Come, pay respects to the dead brother."

Xiaojian and the others all raised the bottles: "Respect the dead brothers."

"slow!"

Just when they were asking Gululu to drink water, a warm voice came over: "It's best not to drink this water."

The seven gangsters reflexively raised their guns and pointed them at the dark door where the sound came from. The muscles on their faces tightened unconsciously.

None of them seemed to have thought that someone would quietly come to this secret stronghold.

Zhao Wenguang also held the gun tightly and shouted toward the door: "Who?"

"I!"

Ye Tianlong swayed open the broken iron door and came in: "Brother Zhao, good evening. I didn't expect you and I to meet again."

"Brother Ye."

Zhao Wenguang was stunned for a moment, then relaxed and motioned to his seven men to lower their guns: "Why are you here?"

"Originally I didn't want to show up, but I thought there was a traitor among you."

Ye Tianlong said honestly: "If you are not careful, you will be tricked again, so come here and take a look."

"There is a traitor. There is bound to be something wrong with this water. You'd better not drink it."

The corners of the mouths of the seven gangsters twitched, and the crew-cut man shouted: "How do you know we have a traitor?"

Zhao Wenguang waved his hand to stop his men from being impulsive, then looked at Ye Tianlong and whispered: "Brother Ye, do you know that we are going to fight today?"

Ye Tianlong smiled brightly and replied without any concealment:

"Half an hour before you took action, I knew from special channels that today's escort was a trap."

"I wanted to call you to inform you, but your phone was turned off. I ran to the court door to warn you, but you had already taken action."

There was a trace of regret on his face: "If you had turned on your mobile phone, we wouldn't be in this situation now."

The flat-headed man known as Xiaojian pointed his finger: "From what special channel did you know about the ambush?"

Then he looked at Zhao Wenguang: "Brother, don't believe this kid blindly. Things are a bit strange. I feel that today's incident has something to do with him."

The plum blossom watch on his wrist reflected light, making Ye Tianlong squint his eyes.

The six companions around him also nodded: "Brother, be careful in everything." Now if you can't even trust your own brothers, how can you trust outsiders?

"Shut up! Brother Ye saved my life, I absolutely trust him."

Zhao Wenguang subconsciously turned on his mobile phone and saw a call from Ye Tianlong, with a complicated expression on his face and said:

"Brother, I'm serious. The risk in this environment warned me. It was just that we were busy deploying and the action was imminent, so we shut down collectively."

"I didn't expect that I missed the opportunity. What a fate."

Then he asked curiously: "Brother, how did you know there was a trap? What is your special channel?"

"Of course, if it's inconvenient, you don't have to be embarrassed."

Ye Tianlong gave a reason: "I went to the hospital to visit a friend and accidentally heard Old Ghost Li and the others talking, so I knew there was an ambush."

He added: "And I also know that they sent the ghost of the Kong family's gun god this time."

Zhao Wenguang's pupils condensed instantly: "Ghost? No wonder the shots hit every time. Even I almost got shot. It turns out that the giant Buddha is here."

Then he sneered again: "Kong Zixiong is really treacherous. He stopped talking about the gold shop robbery on the surface, but secretly mobilized his troops and almost killed me."

Apparently he also knows something about ghosts.

"But why did he shoot his own people again later?"

He murmured to himself, then trembled, staring at Ye Tianlong with piercing eyes: "Brother, are you the sniper on the rooftop?"

Ghost's position determined that he would not betray the Kong family, let alone help Zhao Wenguang. The reason why the military and police were suppressed later was probably Ye Tianlong's doing.

In such a critical situation, only Ye Tianlong has such courage.

"To be precise, I was the sniper who fired the last shot."

Ye Tianlong didn't hide anything: "Seeing that you are in a difficult situation, I can only help you by borrowing the ghost's gun."