Chapter 187

Jiang Haifeng stood on the top step of the stairs, and the man in black suit rushed to the front, standing in the middle of the stairs.

With the roar of Jiang Haifeng and his pistol pointing to the first man in black suit, dozens of men in black suit immediately stopped their action.

But!

That is, when Jiang Haifeng pointed the gun down, more than 30 men in black suits on the stairs and the first floor underground also took out their pistols at the back of their waist at the same time.

instant.

More than thirty pistols of various types pointed to Jiang Haifeng.

"..." the sudden situation in front of him was so terrible that Jiang Haifeng stared at the muzzle of his gun in amazement.

Why, these people all have guns!

It took him so much trouble to get a real gun back.

Whose men are these thugs?

How can you even have a standard pistol!

Jiang Haifeng's mood changes a thousand times. He must have provoked a very important person who should not be provoked.

But who is behind this?

The first person he thought of was canonization.

However, canonization is just a businessman. It is reasonable to say that there can be no such great power.

More than thirty cold guns were aimed at Jiang Haifeng. Except for the big men who fell downstairs, the four big men who were still above the stairs almost fell down by themselves.

The two groups of men and horses fought. They were small in number and did not have an advantage.

At present, the enemy has a pistol in his hand. They don't even have an iron bar in their hand. How can we fight this war?

The man in black suit pointed at the forehead by Jiang Haifeng's gun. His name is Ma Feng. He is the only one who didn't raise a pistol towards Jiang Haifeng.

Outside the factory, the sun was shining brightly, but inside the abandoned factory, there was a dead silence at this time.

Looking at the pistol pointing to his forehead, Ma Feng walked up step by step without fear.

When passing the burly man, based on a large black suit man holding a pistol at the bottom, four big men gave way one after another.

Ma fengleng, with a pair of eyes, went up the stairs.

Jiang Haifeng was pointed at by so many guns. He was also afraid. Looking at the approaching horse wind, he retreated step by step.

"Who are you?" Jiang Haifeng retreated to the small room behind him, but he still didn't want to lose, and the muzzle of the gun still pointed to Ma Feng.

"..." Ma Feng looked at Jiang Haifeng without expression, and his calm eyes seemed to be looking at the dead.

The atmosphere inside the factory was deadlocked. Outside the factory, like a black SUV from a fierce tiger, suddenly braked and stopped at the door.

Before the car stopped, Feng Sheng opened the door and jumped out of the car quickly. His tall and straight posture was like the arrival of a God.

As he entered the factory, the fanatical fire of war swept in.

From the factory gate to the narrow stairs, and then to the small room on the second floor, there are dozens of men in black suits standing in line.

Standing in a military posture, they held their heads high and their posture was very upright. Their faces were quiet, their iron bones clanked, and their momentum was like a rainbow. There was an aura that one man could not open when one man was in charge of the pass.

After the canonization came in, the men in black suits unconsciously bowed their heads wherever he passed.

Feng Sheng was cold and calm, with a stern face. He rushed to the second floor with great speed.

When he entered the musty little room, he saw Luoyang lying on the shabby little bed.

She was stained with blood, closed her eyes and looked lifeless, hitting the sanctified heart fiercely.