Chapter 71 That night, a long gun shook Fuzhou

Zhang Qian did not object this time. The carriage sent him to the door of his house. A woman inside came out, but it was Sun Ming's mother.

"Aunuch Sun, is my mother okay?"

"Brother Zhang, Dr. Qian came to have a look and said that it was not a big deal. He was just hit and soon woke up and was fine."

"Thank you, Aunt Sun." Zhang Qian saluted and took out a few pieces of silver from his chest and handed them over.

Sun Ming's mother and son are also sitting in a small business. It's not to mention that the business is delayed, and the doctor also asks for money. Knowing Zhang Qian's character, Aunt Sun did not refuse. She took a small piece and took Sun Ming back.

Seeing that Aunt Zhang was fine, Yang Yanzhao returned to the house alone, put down the pen and ink scroll, and picked up the steel gun wrapped in black linen from the bedside.

Untie the black cloth, and the cold light of the gun shines.

Carefully wipe the steel gun to make the head of the gun, which is not stained with a trace of dust, more clear and cold.

"Brother Yanzhao, what are you?"

He Yu didn't know when he came in. He was immediately dumbfounded when he saw the long gun in Yang Yanzhao's hand. In his heart, the other party has always been a modest gentleman. When will there be such a frightening thing?

Yang Yanzhao didn't say anything. He put down the long gun in his hand and continued to wrap it with cloth.

"Brother Yan Zhao, what are you going to do? Is it possible to break through the Bamboo Alley alone?"

He Yu's face suddenly turned a little pale, and he hurriedly sat next to Yang Yanzhao. "Brother Yanzhao, this must be done. They are all desperate people who kill people without blinking an eye. Not to mention tonight's danger, even if you save the exhaust wind, you will be involved in a murder case, which will be extremely unfavorable for your future scientific research."

The name of the exhaust wind was heard from Zhang Qian. Although he was also worried about the safety of the maid, He Yu still couldn't bear to think that Yang Yanzhao was going to take risks with it.

In his eyes, the official is the best choice.

"Exhaust is my sister."

He Yu, who spit out these words and still wanted to speak, was speechless. He was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Yang Yanzhao's face did not calm down at all. He went to the study next door, wrote a text message quickly with a pen, and then handed it over to He Yu. "Today, I have a sense of moderation in this matter. If you want to help me, hand this letter to the two generals of Zhefu."

After receiving the letter, He Yu's fat face was more worried and wanted to continue to persuade, but when he saw the firmness in Yang Yanzhao's eyes, he just said in a low voice, "Brother Yanzhao, don't lose your mind..."

After He Yu left, Yang Yanzhao continued to sit at the table, gently stroking the body of the wrapped gun, and his eyes were murderous.

The night finally began to be silent. Yang Yanzhao always sat at the table, and the oil lamp was not lit. As usual, at this time, the exhaust wind would gently go to the study to add hot tea to him, but not tonight.

So, some people are damned tonight.

In the dark, Yang Yanzhao, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly reached out and grabbed the starting point steel gun and strode out. Although he was not familiar with Zhujie Lane, he believed that he would get there soon.

Out of the courtyard, the surrounding houses have been turned off. Aunt Zhang, who usually sleeps late, was injured, so there was no familiar dark yellow light next door.

Looking up, the moon is dark and the wind is high. It's really a good day to kill people.

With a gun, Yang Yanzhao strode along the path by the river. Several dogs locked in the yard barked at the sound, which shocked several dreamers and attracted abuse.

Above the path is Pingchuan Street. When Yang Yanzhao picked up the stairs, a carriage was quietly stopping in the middle of the road, and He Yu's fat body suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"I have handed the letter to the second general of the Zhe family. Late at night, I'm afraid that Brother Yanzhao will get lost, so I will stay and send it to you."

The driver in the daytime is not here. Maybe he is afraid that his tongue is not strict, or maybe he is afraid that he will be involved. As for what kind of reason, Yang Yanzhao is not too lazy to guess. He nodded to He Yu and wants to go to the car.

At this time, the curtain of the car was lifted, and Zhang Qian's tired face appeared, "The night is cool and leisurely, and it is difficult to walk on the road. Brother Yanzhao, Zhang Qiubai is willing to walk with you."

In such a situation, the two must know what they have done, but they are waiting here and are willing to go to danger together. Yang Yanzhao secretly remembers this friendship in his heart.

Getting into the carriage, the sound of the whip thrown out was particularly clear. Yang Yanzhao put the long gun on his cross-legged legs, closed his eyes and made no sound. Zhang Qian sat quietly beside him.

Except for the sound of the car rolling on the ground, the night is still silent.

"Squeak~!"

It was the sound of the wheels grinding on the green brick road when the carriage stopped. He Yu stopped the carriage, looked at the bottomless bamboo alley in front of him, turned around and whispered, "Brother Yan Zhao, we are here."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao opened his eyes, jumped out of the carriage with a steel gun in his right hand, "Today, Qiu Bai, if I haven't come out in an hour, you will drive away immediately and go to Zhefu to explain the past, and then forget tonight and forget Yang."

After saying that, Yang Yanzhao walked into the bamboo alley surrounded by black fog alone. He Yu behind him was eager to keep up, but was stopped by Zhang Qian.

"Qiu Bai, let go of your hand!"

"Let him go. We will only drag him down."

Zhang Qian's words were a little lonely. Hearing this, He Yu shook his sleeves with hatred and sat down by the car. "So what are we doing now?"

"Wait."

Looking at the Zhujie Lane, which has long been invisible, Zhang Qian said softly.

Walking along the alleyway, Yang Yanzhao didn't know where the other party was, but his intuition told him that he should continue to move forward.

A faint light came from the front, and above the head, dark clouds rose again, covering the moonlight that was not bright.

Suddenly, two cold lights rose, and in this night, people's eyes were shaking a little.

Without shouting to the other party for killing people, the black cloth fell in the wind, and the long gun flowers were divided into two, dyeing two bright reds.

Step over the two corpses with a blank face, and then move forward, the killing is stronger. Countless long knives are coming, and there are even roaring arrows, but they still can't break the long gun.

The gun flowers dance wildly, the red lotus blooms, and the person behind the gun is like a god of death.

The fourth head is dead!

The third head is dead!

In the end, with the cry that the second head of the family was also dead, the remnants of the Yulong Gang, who were still resisting, were scared and began to escape one after another. But this bamboo alley was originally the place they chose to kill Yang Yanzhao. Of course, there was no way to escape around, but to run towards the lights in the depths of the alley.

However, no matter how fast their legs are, they can't beat the long gun behind them. After a weak howl, they fall on the cold green bricks, which is their ultimate fate.

Killing all the way, and finally to the end of the alley, a large yard, where the light was particularly obvious in the night.

After solving the problem of several people who resisted at the door, Yang Yanzhao strode into one of them. A man in black wore an iron hook in his hand and hung it on the exhaust neck stuffed with cloth in his mouth.

The iron hook flashed with a purple halo under the light of the torch in the yard, which was obviously highly poisonous.

"Gone me, or I'll kill her!"

The voice of the head of the Yulong Gang was a little trembling and angry. He thought it was a trivial matter, but he kicked on the iron plate, and he was the only one left in the gang.

The person in front of him is a nightmare for him.

But no matter what, as long as the little maid is still in his hands, there is hope to live.

Seeing that the other party did not speak, the big head slowly moved the little girl to the door. When he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, his eyes shot out cold light, and his left hand was raised, and a short arrow with a faint green light flew straight to Yang Yanzhao.

"Go to hell!"

The big head showed ferocious face, which ruined the painstaking efforts he created with one hand. How could he easily forgive it!

Dang!

The spark was particularly dazzling in the night. The short arrow changed direction in an instant, scratched a deep mark on the courtyard wall, and fell on the ground.

"Don't come here, or I'll kill her!"

The crossbow arrow hidden in the sleeve missed a blow, and the boldness in the big man's words was a little more, and the iron hook pressed straight to the delicate neck.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the exhaust foot, which had been quiet, stepped on the owner's right foot, which made him feel pain, but later he could no longer scream. His chest was cold, and Yang Yanzhao had taken off his hand and penetrated his body.

He tied the rope for the exhaust wind and took care of her messy hair. "Are you all right?"

"It's okay to exhaust the wind", the little girl's voice is as usual, as if to answer Yang Yanzhao's questions about whether you have eaten the exhaust.

After saying that, the exhaust wind turned around, pulled out the steel gun with difficulty, and wiped it on the dead man's clothes. "Sir, the gun is dirty."

After taking the gun, Yang Yanzhao held the exhaust air in his hand. "It's okay to go back and wash it when it's dirty. It's so late. Are you hungry?"

"I'm a little hungry."

"Me too. Go back and make two bowls of noodles and add two fried eggs to my share."

"Ye-huh, son."

Outside Zhujie Lane, He Yu was stretching out his short neck and looking at the alley. Although Zhang Qian was not as good as him, his ears were also erect for fear of hearing the sound.

However, the long alley is deep. Even if they look up and listen attentively, they are just looking in the dark, and they can hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dust.

In an hour, it was about to arrive. Is it true that he abandoned Yanzhao and left like this?

He Yu finally couldn't stand the suffering in his heart. "Qiu Bai, the time is coming soon. You also know Zhefu, so drive this carriage."

After saying that, He Yu was about to drill into the alley, and it happened that at this time, the two figures slowly came out from dark to light.

"Brother Yanzhao!"

He Yu exclaimed, and then came forward with a panic, "Brother Yanzhao, how are you? Are you hurt? I'll take you to the doctor."

Hearing He Yu's voice, Zhang Qian on one side was finally relieved, but when he saw the blood stains on Yang Yanzhao and the long gun, he frowned with a trace of worry.

The carriage rose again. This time, He Yu did not come slowly, and there were even slight bumps.

In the carriage, Zhang Qian's face turned a little pale, "Brother Yanzhao, will it be tonight..."

Yang Yanzhao knew what was said in his words, and then shook his head, "Brother Qiu Bai, you should be fine."

The letter he asked He Yu to send to Zhefu before was only seven words, 'Tonight, Zhujie Lane, kill people.'

And Yang Yanzhao has been killed for so long, and he hasn't seen anyone from the government, which shows that the Zhe brothers are willing to clean up the mess for him, so there should be nothing wrong.