Invincible Storage Ring

Chapter 476: Crazy Revenge 5
Accompanied by the roar of the helicopter, Han Zhijin, Wu Zheng, Zhong Ziming, and Huang Litao jumped out of the helicopter. They were a little dazed when they saw their family members waiting at the airport, but they were all relieved when they saw their own family members. In their hearts, no matter how much trouble they caused, as long as they are under these protective umbrellas, they will never have any problems.

"Grandpa!" Han Zhijin quickly came to the front of Mr. Han, with a very well-behaved look. He usually makes mistakes, and he is like this. Grandpa will scold him a few words at most, and then let him go, and then he will help him. Things settled down.

"Bah!" A heavy slap came, and Han Zhijin turned around in a circle, covered his face and stared blankly at his grandfather, as if he didn't recognize him.

"You bastard, you didn't make enough trouble in BJ, you even went to Qingping to make trouble!"

"Grandpa...I..." Han Zhijin had never been beaten by his grandpa before, and this time he was completely bewildered.

"Don't call me grandpa, I don't have a grandson like you!" The old man of the Han family was really furious at this moment. Han Zhijin had completely offended Zhao Dong this time. In the future, it is more important to make enemies with the Zhao family. With the current status of the Zhao family, if they quarrel with the Han family, they may be able to survive, but once they die, the Han family is afraid It will plummet, and no one will protect them anymore.

"Dad, don't get angry. Now let's think about how to keep Zhijin." Han Zhijin's mother persuaded the father-in-law, sobbing.

The old man of the Han family took a deep breath and said, "Run, you can run as far as you can now, if you are lucky, then don't let Zhao Dong catch you, if you are caught, then you Just accept your fate."

After all, it was his grandson, the old man of the Han family couldn't bear to watch Zhao Dong kill Han Zhijin, so in the end he could only come up with an idea.

At this moment, Han Zhijin didn't know how serious the matter was, so he bit his lip and said, "Grandpa, why did we run away? Does he still dare to come to my house and kill me?"

"Ha..." The old man of the Han family suddenly gave a weird laugh, then he turned around and walked away silently without saying anything. His tall and straight body also became stooped at this moment, as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden.

As soon as Mr. Han left, the rest of the people led their children and left quickly. Zhong Ziming was still a little confused. He was the only one here, so he quickly followed him out, but seeing that no one paid attention to him, he called him after he went out. A car went straight back home.

Zhong Ziming's family lives in a high-end residential area in the city. Although his father has a high position and authority, there are many officials of his father's level in BJ. He is not qualified to live in an important place like Zhongnanhai.

When he opened the door, he seemed to feel at ease, but he felt something strange about him, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhao Dong's cold gaze.

"Ah! You...why are you here?" Zhong Ziming almost fell to the ground in fright. It was really scary to see a person suddenly appearing behind him in the middle of the night, let alone Zhao Dong who knew he was looking for revenge.

Zhao Dong didn't answer, grabbed Zhong Ziming and threw him into the living room. Zhong Ziming's parents were sitting in the living room. The two stood up immediately. Zhong Ziming's mother rushed over to hug her son, while Zhong Ziming's father said with a sullen face. :"Who are you?"

Zhao Dong walked in slowly, looked at the three people coldly, then fixed his eyes on Zhong Ziming, and said slowly: "Today I will take your dog's life."

"You...it's none of my business...it's Han Zhijin...he did it to your girlfriend, it's none of my business." Zhong Ziming huddled into a ball and stuttered even more, knowing Zhao Dong killed all four guards. He fully believed that Zhao Dong would dare to kill him, so the most important thing at this time was to save his life and sell Han Zhijin first.

As soon as Zhong Ziming's father heard this, he knew that his son was causing trouble outside, and it was probably a matter of jealousy. Said: "We will give you an explanation for this matter, please leave now."

"Get lost!" Zhao Dong waved his hand suddenly, and slapped Zhong Ziming's father on the face fiercely. He hit the 50-year-old guy twice in a row, and then threw himself on the floor, coughing twice. , spit blood and teeth all over the floor.

Zhong Ziming's mother screamed in fright at this moment, but jumped up violently, pointed at Zhao Dong and screamed, "Do you know who we are? How dare you beat someone in our house!"

Zhao Dong looked at the woman coldly, and said slowly: "It is because of pig and dog parents like you that we can raise such a son who is not as good as pig and dog."

"You... tell you, believe it or not, I can call the police and arrest you immediately."

"Bah!" Another resounding slap, Zhao Dong slammed the woman down on the ground again, then suddenly raised his foot, and stomped heavily on the two's thighs a few times, like killing a pig With the sound of screams, Zhao Dong broke both legs of Zhong Ziming's parents.

"Do you know that I treat you like this? Because you raised your son and it's not easy to discipline, and you still rely on your shitty position to commit crimes and do evil. It's the father's fault if you don't raise it. Your son has done wrong things, and you can't get rid of it !" After Zhao Dong said something coldly, he ignored the two screaming guys, but came to the paralyzed Zhong Ziming, and grabbed his hair as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"You...don't kill me...don't kill me!" Zhong Ziming stammered.

At this moment, Zhong Ziming's father finally saw that Zhao Dong was a god of killing, he endured the severe pain in his leg, and shouted: "Don't kill my son, I will give you money, and I will give you whatever you want! "

It's just that Zhao Dong didn't even pause for a moment. He grabbed Zhong Ziming's head and slammed it on the coffee table. He also picked up a piece of glass and scratched Zhong Ziming's face heavily. Suddenly, blood spattered everywhere. Cheng Keshu's injury, he Let these people taste all of them.

"Do you know why I came to you first? Because if it wasn't for your intention, my Keshu would have been safe, and you are the culprit!" Zhao Dong's voice was indescribably cold.

"Don't kill me... don't kill me..." Zhong Ziming didn't even know the pain at this moment, he just begged repeatedly.

"I have no reason not to kill you." Zhao Dong said lightly, threw Zhong Zi to the ground, and stepped on Zhong Ziming's left leg.

"Ah!" Zhong Ziming screamed loudly.

"No!" Zhong Ziming's parents hissed, but their legs were all broken, and they couldn't move even if they tried to stop them.

Then Zhao Dong stepped on Zhong Ziming's right leg again, Zhong Ziming screamed again, his head tilted, and he passed out from the pain.

It is true that you don't need to feel pain anymore when you faint, but before you fainted for two seconds, cold water poured down on your head, as if it had suddenly rained in the room, and it only poured on Zhong Ziming's head.

And Zhong Ziming just woke up, in addition to the pain in his leg, there was a severe pain in his hand at this time, Zhao Dong stepped on his hand at this time, and was crushing it up and down, his fingers connected to his heart, that kind of pain , it made Zhong Ziming want to pass out, but the cold water poured on his head made him unable to pass out even if he wanted to.

Seeing Zhong Ziming's head as if a faucet was installed to pour water continuously, Zhong Ziming's parents felt terrified, but listening to their son's screams, they felt even more heart-piercing. .

"Kill me, you kill me, I beg you, you kill me!" Zhong Ziming suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs at this moment, the feeling of pain was unbearable for him at all.

"It's not that cheap!" Zhao Dong suddenly grinned, but that smile seemed so cold.

Zhao Dong stomped off all of Zhong Ziming's fingers, and then stomped off Zhong Ziming's arm. At this moment, Zhong Ziming was lying on the ground like a muddy mess, and he didn't even have the strength to scream, so he could only pant. gruffly.

Seeing that Zhao Dong finally stopped, Zhong Ziming's father shouted loudly: "Boy, who are you?" There was incomparable hatred in his eyes. As a senior official at the central level, someone treated his family of three like this. The hate has been monstrous.

"Zhao Dong!" Zhao Dong replied lightly, then turned around and left.

"Son! Son!" Zhong Ziming's mother struggled to climb to her son's side, while Zhong Ziming's father crawled to the phone, calling the hospital and calling the police.

"Mom, it hurts me so much, let me... die." Zhong Ziming cried with the remaining strength.

"Hold on, the doctor will be here soon, and then you'll be fine. A broken bone can be reattached." Zhong Ziming's mother felt very distressed at this moment, and hurriedly comforted her son.

"Ah... I'm not dead... Zhao Dong is gone, I'm not dead!" Zhong Ziming suddenly exclaimed excitedly, no one wants to die, especially the sons and daughters of high-ranking officials like Zhong Ziming, as long as they live, they are considered to suffer Even if the injury is disfigured, he can still heal it.

"Yes! Son, you are not dead, you hold on, you must hold on."

"I hold on, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" Zhong Ziming thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect to have a life left, which made him really excited and wanted to scream.

But just after he said this, his body suddenly froze, the expression on his face became extremely strange, and then he tilted his head, and lost his breath.

"The second one!" Zhao Dong from downstairs raised his head and walked forward silently. How could he let Zhong Ziming go? Torture him, and torture him mentally before he can die.

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