Chapter 1118

"Yan Liang, tell me your choice."

"I choose..."

Buzz!

In 2205 ad, Yan Liang, a famous detective who had just solved the snowman serial homicide that shocked the whole country, drove to a waste factory in the old industrial zone of western Liaoning.

The old Santana sent out a tearing engine roar and sped along the bumpy road.

He stepped on the accelerator to the maximum. When the smoke was stirring, his red eyes stared at the front, vaguely with excitement, expectation and some fear.

Squeak——

The car made a sharp 90 degree turn into a narrow roadway.

Yan Liang is very familiar with every inch of land here. How many times he dreamt back at midnight, he came here and wandered in fear and pain.

He stepped on the accelerator frantically and increased the speed to the fastest.

On both sides of the roadway are the high walls of the plant, and at the end of the roadway is a waste warehouse.

Seeing that he was about to hit the iron gate of the warehouse, Yan Liang didn't mean to slow down at all. He didn't even blink. He still stepped on the accelerator and bumped straight up.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the car hit the iron door and rushed into the warehouse.

In the warehouse, a group of young people with red and green hair looked at this side in amazement. Among them, a young man covered with blood curled up on the ground in pain, with eyebrows and eyes impressively similar to Yan Liang.

"Buzzing, buzzing..."

Without the slightest intention of stopping, the car roared wildly and rushed to this group of non mainstream youth.

"Shit!"

The group of young people immediately swearing, scattered in a crowd and avoided everywhere.

Squeak

Finally, the car rubbed a four or five meter long mark on the concrete floor and stopped sideways beside the only teenager in the scene.

In the boy's frightened eyes, Yan Liang jumped out of the car. He looked red and looked at the boy, wheezing and panting. He wanted to come forward, but he didn't know why, but he was stunned in situ.

"Dad?" For a long time, the boy was the first to react and called Yan Liang, and his tears came down in an instant.

"Can you move?" Yan Liang's heart surged and thousands of words turned into three cold words.

"Yes." The boy cried.

Yan Liang looked at the boy for a while and said, "get in the car."

He turned around and dared not look at his son again for fear that he would burst into tears.

At the moment, the non mainstream youth have gathered in twos and threes with weapons such as machetes and steel pipes. There are more than a dozen people.

"Oh, isn't this the famous King of hell?" A red hair shouted exaggeratedly, "come and know each other. Captain Yan of the Criminal Police Brigade of the Municipal Bureau has a little eyesight and is called brother Yan."

In the laughter of the crowd, another yellow hair disdained and said, "king of hell? Damn it! Just a black dog! "

Bang!

A wine bottle smashed at Yan Liang's feet and smashed. The wine and broken glass splashed all over him.

Yan Liang was expressionless and motionless, just staring at the red hair in front.

In the last time and space, his son was beaten to death by this group of social youth. Finally, this red hair stabbed the most deadly knife and completely buried his son's life.

Without waiting for Yan Liang to catch people, the red hair died of excessive consumption of unique products three days later.

Red hair died alive, but his son died in despair and pain.

Yan Liang still clearly remembered that at the moment he saw Hongmao's body, his teeth were itching with hate.

"What are you looking at?" The steel pipe in Hongmao's hand pointed to Yan Liang, "tell you clearly that you have caught my eldest brother, and I want your son to live better than die! Even if you catch me, I have a group of good brothers. Each of them will have a hard time with your son. Can you finish it? "

Red Mao laughed loudly: "but now I don't need it. There's no village in front of me and no store behind me. We'll kill you directly and take revenge for my eldest brother."

Yan Liang clenched his fists involuntarily. He saw the killing and ferocity in the bottom of red hair's eyes. He knew that this man was not just talking.

Some of the gangsters on the other side followed the coax, some were suspicious and some shrank back. They soon quarreled, but red Mao took out a soil shotgun from his back and immediately overwhelmed all the voices.

"Dad... Go!"

Yan Liang's son was a little scared. His father told him not to make trouble and not to fight since he was a child, but sometimes some people seem to have their own aura of bad luck. Since primary school, he has been having all kinds of disputes with those bad children, almost every three days and every Monday.

What he hates most is that as long as he fights, no matter what the reason, who is right and who is wrong, his father will clean him up, either smoke a belt, or take him to the police station for a few days, and never spare him.

Over time, he stopped fighting every time he met something.

In his opinion, he only gets beaten and doesn't beat people, so his father won't blame himself anymore?

It was really what he expected. In the days after that, he was really not taught by his father, which made him very happy.

It was the same this time. Although he was afraid of being killed, he still didn't fight back, because he was very afraid of the sentence "one slap can't make a sound" said by his father.

Yan Liang looked back at his son, smiled and said, "sit down and fight for you today."

After a pause, Yan Liang suddenly touched his head and said, "if something happens in the future, you can do it with your hands. As long as it's not your fault, I promise I won't blame you."

Yan Liang's eyes were red. He said these words many times in his dream.

The boy was stunned because of this sentence.

Just then, Hongmao put the earth shotgun on Yan Liang's forehead and grinned: "come, hell, call ye."

Yan Liang turned back, his eyes getting colder.

"Is there a bullet in the gun?" He asked.

Red hair sneered.

Boom!

He suddenly fired a gun into the sky, then loaded it again and put the gun on Yan Liang's forehead.

"Do you think I scared you?" Red hair looked crazy and ferocious, "call me! Or I'll kill you! "

Yan Liang breathed out: "I'm relieved..."

At one moment, he suddenly lowered himself, and then punched red hair on the chin with a solid fist, which made red hair stagger.

Then he quickly took out his gun and shot into the sky. He looked stern and shouted, "warning!"

Hongmao was stunned, but this punch didn't make him lose his combat effectiveness. In Yan Liang's loud cry, he was clever and almost subconsciously pointed the earth shotgun at Yan Liang.

Bang!

The next moment, the gun rang out.

Red hair was shocked and frozen in place.

Boom!

Three seconds later, he fell to the ground, and the blood slowly spread out on his chest.

The scene was in chaos.

A week later, the supervision organization decided that Yan Liang's law enforcement procedures were compliant and legal without any legal responsibility. The red hair gang was destroyed because of organized crime, intentional injury, robbery and other charges.