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

Wu Jianming's right hand, which was tucked into his pocket, discreetly released the trigger and gripped the cold, hard barrel tightly with his other hand.

The thick, solid steel grip of the Type 54 pistol was an extremely deadly blunt weapon.

All you need to do is smash a blow into the person's carotid artery or the back of their head, and you can shut them up instantly.

It only takes a second to get rid of this unlucky guy.

The remaining few seconds were enough for him to turn around, shoot Old Scar in the head, shove the barrel into his own mouth, and pull the trigger.

Wu Jianming's breathing stopped completely.

He slammed his left hand against the metal railing of the flatbed cart for leverage, and silently took a half-step forward with his right foot, completely blocking the opponent's escape route.

At the very moment he took that half-step, his right hand, which had been hidden in his pocket, gripped the heavy steel gun handle with a desperate frenzy and ruthlessness, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, and slammed it down on the man's side of the neck, a vital spot!

A sudden, chilling gust of wind swept through the cramped elevator car.

Just as the steel gun handle was less than two inches from the man's carotid artery.

The man who had been cowering in the corner, seemingly timid and submissive, suddenly moved.

There were no gasps, no retreat.

The plastic bag containing the meat buns fell to the ground with a "thud," splashing the scalding soup onto the cold steel plate.

A large, heavy hand, carrying an extremely violent tearing sensation, gripped Wu Jianming's right wrist with precision and unwavering force, like an iron clamp, from bottom to top.

"Bang!"

The impact of flesh and bone produced a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Wu Jianming felt as if his right hand had been smashed into a high-speed crusher, the enormous recoil causing him to lose sensation in his hand instantly.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent. This man, posing as a family member, is an extremely formidable master!

But Wu Jianming was, after all, a criminal police captain who had spent years fighting among piles of corpses on the front lines, and also one of the top grappling experts in the city bureau.

The moment his right hand was firmly gripped, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Without making any futile attempt to pull his hand back, he used the force of the other's hand as a fulcrum and twisted his entire body sharply to the left.

"call--"

Wu Jianming's right arm, which was being held captive, bent instantly, like an extremely ruthless guillotine. The thick elbow, with a whooshing sound, slammed straight towards the man's temple!

The distance was too close; if that elbow had landed squarely, it could have shattered a person's skull on the spot.

A strange light flashed in the man's eyes. His left hand, which was originally preparing to counterattack, had to be forced to change its move in mid-air, turning his palm into a knife and slashing hard at the tendons in Wu Jianming's elbow that was coming at him.

In a cramped space of less than two square meters, the two engaged in an extremely fierce close-quarters combat.

When his attack missed, Wu Jianming suddenly raised his left knee, aiming straight for the man's groin with an extremely vicious whooshing sound.

The man snorted coldly, and his right leg also rose with lightning speed. The two men's knees collided in mid-air with a dull thud.

Using the recoil, Wu Jianming forcefully broke free of his gripped right hand. With nowhere to retreat, he slammed his back against the elevator wall like a maddened beast. Using the force of the rebound, his right hand, which was gripping the gun handle, once again transformed into a deadly blunt weapon, striking the man's face three times in succession.

This is a completely reckless fighting style, all about trading injuries for each other and dying together.

The man was forced to take a half step back, his back slamming into Old Scar's emergency stretcher, which emitted a screeching metallic scraping sound.

This half-step retreat made Wu Jianming think he had grasped a chance to survive. He transformed his left hand into an eagle claw, desperately digging down on the man's throat, while his right hand flipped over, trying to force the gun muzzle onto the man's chest.

"court death."

The man's deep voice boomed in the sedan chair. Faced with Wu Jianming's vicious series of attacks, a terrifying glint instantly flashed in his previously timid eyes.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, refusing to dodge at all!

The man's strong, towering body lunged forward like a raging beast descending a mountain.

With his left hand, he locked Wu Jianming's left wrist at an incredible angle, and his thigh muscles bulged instantly, forcefully locking Wu Jianming's lower body as he tried to adjust his posture.

At the same time, his right shoulder, carrying a terrifying explosive force, struck like a heavy hammer, delivering an extremely fierce and powerful "Mountain-Pulling Lean" move, slamming hard into Wu Jianming's chest.

"Snap!"

Inside the cramped sedan chair, a remarkably clear sound of a sternum cracking rang out.

Wu Jianming let out a muffled groan, his body thrown off the ground by the inhuman, violent force. He slammed heavily onto the cold steel plate of the elevator car with a loud bang, causing the entire elevator to shake violently and even the incandescent light on the ceiling to flicker twice.

Before Wu Jianming could slide down the steel plate, the man's large hand exerted force, twisting Wu Jianming's right wrist outwards like a twisted rope.

Clang.

The heavy Type 54 pistol slipped from his hand instantly, crashing onto the metal floor and sliding under the wheels of the flatbed cart.

Immediately afterwards, the man's calloused hand rose up and grabbed Wu Jianming's throat, pinning him against the car wall like a broken sack, his feet almost dangling in the air.

An extreme feeling of suffocation instantly surged into his brain. Wu Jianming's face turned purplish-red, and his eyes were bloodshot. His legs struggled and kicked unconsciously in mid-air, but he couldn't budge the man in front of him at all.

The elevator was deathly silent, save for the old man's labored breathing and the steam rising from the meat buns scattered on the floor.

Zhao Shanhe held Wu Jianming by the neck with one hand, his figure like an insurmountable iron tower.

He didn't smile; his sharp eyes held a cold indifference that seemed to see through everything.

He slowly leaned closer to Wu Jianming, his heavy, hot breath hitting the other's face, his voice low and grating like sandpaper: "A dignified captain of the city's criminal investigation team, forced to smash family members and kill serious criminals in an elevator. Just how many lives has Chen Jianguo held in your hands, making you risk your life to clean up his messes?"

Wu Jianming's pupils suddenly contracted, and his brain exploded with a "boom".

Who exactly is this person?! Not only is his skill terrifyingly high, but he also knows everything about Chen Jianguo!

"bite--"

Just as Wu Jianming's heart was filled with turmoil, the elevator emitted a crisp notification sound, announcing that they had arrived at the first floor.

The mottled iron gate emitted a mechanical grinding sound and began to slowly slide open to both sides.

Outside the door, the very clear footsteps of Da Liu and several police officers could be heard coming in.