Chapter 393

"How?"

Zhong Tianzheng held a solid wooden pole and inserted it heavily on the ground. The muddy ground suddenly splashed with broken mud: "do you think this kind of goods can block me here?"

The advantages of the solid wood shoulder pole are incisively and vividly displayed at this moment. I don't know what kind of wood it is. It is especially strong. It has been cut several times by the sickle continuously, but there is no big cutting trace left on it.

"Grass."

The middle-aged man with a sickle roared and rushed up again with a sickle.

"It's over!"

Zhong Tianzheng coldly looked at the middle-aged man who rushed up. He suddenly moved and took the initiative to attack. His tight legs kicked the floor. The whole man rushed out like a shell, very fast.

In a moment.

The two met together.

The sickle came with a strong wind. Zhong Tianzheng held the shoulder pole and directly connected it. The long and narrow shoulder pole showed great advantages at this moment. He took the knife hard, and his arm jerked across. At once, he lifted the sickle in the man's hand out. After rotating in the air for several times, he didn't know where it fell.

"Kneel down!"

Zhong Tian exploded with a drink, steady control of his shoulder pole, and the rapid movement of his arms, and the speed of his hands was as fast as that of the silver snake.

"Click!"

"Ah!"

The sound of broken bones was accompanied by screams.

The middle-aged man who was hit by the top of the shoulder pole screamed and knelt down on one knee directly. His facial features were twisted together. His expression was painful. The whole knee of his right leg collapsed and his lower leg twisted at a strange angle. The situation was tragic.

Next second.

Middle aged people just feel a strong wind coming in front of them.

He subconsciously raised his head. A huge sole magnified infinitely in the pupil. Then he felt that his head was hit by a train, rolled back and fell to the ground.

Zhong Tianzheng quickly followed up and stepped on the middle-aged chest with cold eyes: "it's long been a harmonious society ruled by law. It's time to fight and kill!"

The middle-aged man with a sunken nose subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Zhong Tianzheng's steady foot stepped on his chest, making him unable to move at all.

"Grass, your mother!"

The middle-aged gritted his teeth and angrily scolded: "is this how the police beat people? I want an examination! " When talking, his right hand struggled to grasp Zhong Tianzheng's right leg.

"Oh? An examination? All right! "

Zhong Tianzheng raised his eyebrows, bent his right knee, stepped on the middle-aged palm between his left feet, and rolled it hard, just as he rolled cigarette butts every time: "dissatisfied?!"

"Ah!"

Middle-aged eat pain, screamed again.

The palm of your hand is in close contact with the ground and is rubbed by death. It's torture.

"Grass!"

Peng Jun looked at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground in front of him. His face was very ugly and shouted, "here comes the gun!"

The voice fell.

The man standing behind him with the canvas bag zipped the black canvas bag, and a sawn old-fashioned homemade shotgun appeared in his hand.

"Be careful!"

Ah Xiang, who was originally in charge of shooting on the back stairs, was frightened at this scene. She jumped down the stairs and ran in the direction of Zhong Tianzheng.

At the moment Peng Jun spoke, Zhong Tianzheng had heard that he was about to step back. The middle-aged man who fell to the ground quickly pulled his left hand, directly hugged Zhong Tianzheng's calf and pulled him.

"Don't move!"

The silent man squeezed out two words between his teeth. The cold barrel was so straight on his head, and then looked at Ah Xiang: "and you, don't move!"

"In my life, I hate people pointing guns at my head."

Zhong Tianzheng gritted his teeth and looked at the man with a grin. "It's strange to say. I've been handling a case recently. Duma is involved in a gun case. Why?"

"Because you're unlucky!"

The man held a shotgun in both hands and his tone was cold.

"Ha ha."

Zhong Tianzheng raised his hands, slowly straightened his body, and his sight fell on the barrel of the gun.

The information of this shotgun is automatically given in my mind.

The shotgun in the man's hand should be an old-fashioned shotgun of the older generation in the countryside at that time. The barrel has been sawn short by him. With the lethality preserved, the Portability has been improved.

But there is also a drawback, that is, you can only hit one shot at a time, and you can't hit in a row.

Don't underestimate this homemade shotgun.

The lethality is extremely high.

When the trigger is pulled down, a large number of steel balls are vented from the muzzle, covering a wide range of areas.

Now in their environment, they are surrounded by dry firewood, and there is no way to avoid the narrow passage.

"Dare you shoot?"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at the man with beads in his eyes.

The man should be nearly 40 years old. He is thin and sallow. He looks bad, but he gives people a very ferocious feeling. He is definitely not good at stubble.

"Guess if I dare!"

The man was unmoved and moved to make way.

Peng Jun came over from behind him and looked around at Zhong Tianzheng, who raised his hands to surrender: "your ferocious and wise performance just now has changed my view of you. I guess you should not be a small policeman in Shangnan city. With your skill and mind, I think you must be an elite and a mainstay, At least not like those big bellies. "

Peng Jun is a very shrewd man.

Since seeing Zhong Tianzheng, the little fresh meat policeman has been refreshing his view of him.

It's really shocking to see from the original little policeman who plays with his identity, to his clear thinking, to his belly black calculation and strong reasoning ability, and his fighting performance just now.

He's not 2580000 Han Han.

Just by virtue of Zhong Tianzheng's performance, it is inferred that Zhong Tianzheng may play a more important role in his work.

This man can't be killed.

Zhong Tian is about to die. I'm afraid he will be seriously investigated there. No matter what excuse he uses, he can't hide it.

"I suddenly changed my mind."

Peng Jun looked at Zhong Tianzheng with flashing eyes and turned to Ah Xiang behind him with a sneer: "I remember, this man is your little girlfriend, right? And she's a cop, isn't she? "

"Do you want to threaten me with her?"

Zhong Tianzheng's eyes suddenly changed.

It's not panic, but indifference that never existed.

Indifference contains a sense of killing.

He directly ignored the barrel on his head, twisted his neck, touched a cigarette to light it for himself, narrowed his eyes and smoked.

"You're smart."

Peng Jun grinned and patted Zhong Tianzheng on the face: "guess how I will threaten you!"