Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Xu Xiangdong's mud-covered face froze into a deathly pale expression in the face of this absolutely violent steel behemoth.

There was absolutely no time to react.

"Bang--!"

A deafening roar completely ripped apart the curtain of rain.

The old Jiefang truck, weighing several tons, with its cast iron cab, roared like a raging rhinoceros, crashing straight into the crowd in front of the gate without slowing down at all.

Xu Xiangdong and his two officers, who were the first to be hit, were completely swallowed up by the massive black vehicle before they could even let out a scream.

A physical crushing defeat without any suspense.

The old Jiefang truck slammed into the green jeep, and a sickening metallic tearing sound suddenly rang out.

The sturdy jeep folded and dented inwards like an empty matchbox in an instant, and the windows shattered into a rain of shards, which flew in all directions in mid-air, mixed with sparks.

A truck weighing several tons, carrying the wrecked jeep and its wreckage, was frantically moving backward and sideways through the mud.

"boom!"

The steel behemoth finally came to a complete halt with a mournful roar from its engine, after the truck, with the jeep on its back, slammed into and crushed half of the red brick wall on the side.

Everything happened too fast.

It will be here in the blink of an eye.

Inside and outside the gate, whether it was the security guards holding iron bars or the city police officers, they all stood frozen in place, as if their souls had been instantly drained.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

Only scalding white steam hissed out from under the severely twisted and deformed hood, mingling with the pungent smell of diesel fuel, permeating the cold spring rain.

The arrogant Director Xu who was standing in the mud, plotting to uproot the Red Star Factory, is gone.

The person is gone.

Only one black leather shoe, covered in mud, rolled out from the twisted edge of the car and slowly spun around, washed by the rain.

Not only him, but also the jeep and the men who had been standing next to it were all reduced to nothing by the violent impact that crushed everything.

In the ruins, there was only a pile of twisted scrap metal embedded in the broken bricks.

And a large pool of scarlet blood silently flowed into the muddy ground through the gaps under the wrecked car.

"Big Brother Niu—!"

A piercing, almost deafening scream abruptly shattered the suffocating silence.

Erga was the first person in the entire event to recover from the enormous shock.

His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and he stared intently at the pile of scorching white smoke from the scrap metal. He then rushed over there like a madman, stumbling and crawling.

Da Niu was kneeling next to Xu Xiangdong and being beaten. If this several-ton cast iron truck crashes into him, no one can be sure whether Da Niu will also be crushed into mincemeat along with Xu Xiangdong.

Erga's shout was like a fuse, instantly igniting the completely frozen battlefield.

The people inside and outside the gate were suddenly jolted awake, and chaos erupted completely.

Liang Tiejun roared in a hoarse voice, "Save them! Save them now!"

The men from the security department were all blinded by rage and rushed towards the ruins without a second thought.

The police officers from the Municipal Public Security Bureau who had been following Xu Xiangdong just moments before had now fully come to their senses.

Their own section chief and two brothers were crushed into a pool of blood right before their eyes. The group of men in uniform also had red eyes and rushed forward like madmen.

"Director Xu! Old Wang! Old Liu! Are you still alive?"

Several police officers roared as they rushed toward the crushed wreckage of the jeep.

The lead officer's voice cracked, filled with desperate sobs. He didn't care about the sharp metal cuts and desperately tried to pull the person out from the gaps in the scrap metal with his bare hands.

At the same time, two other officers reacted quickly and drew their sidearms.

With murderous intent on their faces, they stepped on the badly damaged hood of the jeep and charged towards the raised front of the old Jiefang truck.

Inside the truck cab, Sun Weidong, his face and head covered in blood, was unconscious, slumped over the badly deformed steering wheel.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The lead officer swung his gun and smashed the rickety windshield.

Like a maddened beast, he grabbed Sun Weidong by the collar and dragged him out of the twisted carriage, slamming him heavily into the muddy pit.

"Fuck your mother! What the hell did you do?!"

Seeing Sun Weidong unconscious, the police officer's eyes turned completely red.

He roared and straddled Sun Weidong, then swung his fists and delivered several vicious blows to the blood-stained face.

The dull thud of fists colliding sent mud and water flying everywhere.

Under the intense pain, Sun Weidong convulsed violently and was jolted awake from his unconsciousness by several heavy punches.

He suddenly opened his blood-covered eyes and looked at the crazed policeman straddling him. Far from being afraid, his eyes flashed with a ferocious light like that of a desperado.

"fuck your mother……"

Sun Weidong let out a roar and, ignoring the gun pointed at his forehead, slammed his head into the police officer's face.

"what!"

With a sickeningly sharp crack, the police officer screamed, blood gushing from his nose, and nearly dropped the Type 54 pistol from his hand.

Riding on this frenzy, Sun Weidong pounced on the officer like a wild beast, gripping his neck tightly with both hands.

The two of them instantly began to wrestle and roll wildly in the mud, like two hungry wolves tearing each other apart.

Seeing this, the police officers nearby became frantic. They turned their guns on each other or swung their batons and pounced on Sun Weidong, who was lying in the mud, punching and kicking him like madmen.

The scene instantly spiraled out of control, escalating into an extremely violent hand-to-hand combat.

Meanwhile, in the scrap metal pile on the other side.

Ergazi had no interest in whether the people around him were alive or dead.

He stumbled and fell into the blood-soaked mud, frantically digging at the scrap metal and cast iron parts that had fallen from the truck, his fingernails instantly bleeding profusely from the cuts.

"Big Brother Niu! Big Brother Niu!"

Ergaizi screamed at the top of his lungs as he desperately tugged at the heavy lump of iron, his voice trembling with despair: "You fucking answer me!"

Just when he was about to despair completely.

From a deep crater of mud beneath a deformed hood, a muffled cough, thick with the stench of blood, suddenly rang out.

"Cough... What are you wailing about? I'm not quite dead yet..."

Erga Zi was jolted awake, and as if electrocuted, he lunged forward, desperately trying to pry open the heavy piece of scrap metal.

The big cow, its head and face covered in mud and blood, was lying on its back in a deep mud pit.

His chest heaved violently, and a trace of scarlet blood clung to the corner of his mouth.

He was lucky to be alive.

Just now, Xu Xiangdong ordered to beat him to death. Da Niu was beaten to the knees by the police batons and finally collapsed in the muddy puddle at the bottom.

Because he was lying low enough, the truck's towering cast iron safety bar and terrifying impact force grazed right above his head and slammed solidly into Xu Xiangdong and the jeep, who were standing there.

Aside from being thrown over by the massive blast wave, suffering minor injuries from flying metal fragments, and choking on muddy water, he became the only survivor at the center of the impact.

"Brother Niu! Holy crap! You're really not dead!"

Erga Zi laughed and cried at the same time, scrambling over to help the man up, but he was also afraid of touching the broken bones in his body.

Da Niu spat out a mouthful of bloody muddy water, clenching his molars tightly.

He turned his head, staring at Sun Weidong, who was still frantically wrestling with the police officers not far away, and squeezed out a fierce, hoarse voice: "Go... unlock my handcuffs, I want..."

Da Niu hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot abruptly tore through the curtain of rain.

Everyone in the room seemed to be put on pause, and instinctively turned their heads away.

In a muddy puddle not far away, the lead police officer, his face covered in blood, was kneeling on the ground.

He gripped the Type 54 pistol tightly with both hands, and wisps of gunpowder smoke were still billowing from the dark muzzle.

Sun Weidong, who had been desperately attacking him like a mad dog, was now frozen in mid-air.

A blood hole, oozing a mixture of red and white blood, had appeared prominently in the center of his forehead.

Sun Weidong's mouth was wide open, the fierce light in his eyes completely dissipated, and his body, like a piece of rotten wood that had been sawed off, fell straight backward with a "plop" and crashed heavily into the turbid blood.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The cold spring rain fell like beads from a broken string, pelting down from the sky.

Rainwater washed over the badly deformed cast iron truck and the crimson blood flowing from the wreckage of the jeep, eventually converging into dark red streams that silently spread along the low-lying areas outside the gate.