Many people came from Skerson, but when their convoy just entered the company's gate, it triggered a bomb on the ground. Half of the cars caught fire. The people in the car screamed and ran out. For a moment, the company yard was in a sea of ​​fire.

Skerson punched the car door in anger. Unexpectedly, Fu Ting would bury the bomb. It was too sinister and caused more than half of his people to lose. He was already confident, but now Skerson's confidence has been reduced by half.

At this moment, a sirens suddenly sounded from a distance, and the person who had originally fled ran faster.

"Come back, don't run away, I will destroy whoever runs." Skerson yelled, but everyone was just rushing to escape, because almost everyone had a criminal record and felt extremely afraid of the police sound.

"Damn it, these trash." Skerson cursed angrily. The people at the scene had long been separated like a plate of sand.

Skerson finally walked forward with only five or six people.

"Whoever can get Bo Ting's life, I will be rewarded with 100 million." Skerson could only increase his chips and let them work hard for him.

Everyone was excited, and they had to fight for 100 million in their lives.

Tang Weixin quietly leaned on the high place. When she saw Skerson entering her sight, she gritted her teeth, this bastard.

Jack also aimed at him, and the two exchanged their eyes and shot at the same time. Skerson was born sensitive. When he walked forward, he immediately pulled someone in front of him.

Tang Weixin's bullet hit the heart of the man he pulled over. Jack's gun bruised Skerson's arm. He quickly covered the wound in pain and looked for a place to hide.

The Ting-Binding people had occupied a favorable position around them, and swept the people brought by Skerson, and several more people fell to the ground.

Skerson's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He never felt afraid, and now he felt that his life was about to be left here.

"Dad, save me." Just as Skerson hid and refused to come out, he heard his son's scream.

He quickly looked sideways and felt bullets coming from afar and ashes scattered on the walls.

"Fu Ting, don't you just want my life? I can give it to you and please let my son go." Skerson no longer had hope. His years of life at the edge of the knife made him realize that death is just a matter of a moment.

"You come out, I can

Let him go." Futing's cold voice echoed in the corridor.

Skerson walked out of the darkness with his hands raised.

Fu Ting raised the gun in his hand and shot two shots on his leg without any hesitation.

Skerson knelt on the ground in pain and yelled: "Fu Ting, you are so despicable."

Fu Ting sneered and said sarcastically: "Do you still need to be fair to a cold-blooded demon like you?"

Skerson was so painful that his consciousness was about to lose, and he said angrily: "If you want it, give me some pleasure."

"As you wish." The bullet passed straight through his heart, and the expression on Skerson's face frozen, and he fell to the ground.

When the rest of the hidden people saw that the boss was dead, they were not in a mood to fight and wanted to escape quickly, but how could Futing let them go? If one of these people dies, the other one will be harmed. They must not let the tiger go back to the mountain.

The elites under Skerson were pretty good. In order to get money, one of them had no choice but to go through the stairs and walked around to the computer room where Wang Cheng was. When he saw someone inside, he immediately wanted to take a gun, but was kicked away by a black shadow next to him.

The opponent turned over in the air, and the gun in his hand flew out. The opponent quickly took out a cold sword from his boots: "You are Futing, kill you, Skerson's money is mine."

Fu Ting stared at him coldly: "If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability."

"Boss, are you okay?" Wang Cheng heard the voice and ran out to check it out quickly, but he did not expect that the person next to him had already made up his mind to take him as a hostage.

The Bie Ting's movement was one step faster than him, and he pushed Wang Cheng away. The other party's knife slashed through his arm, and blood suddenly poured out.

"Boss..." Wang Cheng was very regretful and dragged his back again.

At this moment, the man saw that he had the upper hand and proudly thought that Fu Ting was no match for him at all, so he waved his sword toward him again.

"Touch!" Outside the glass window, a bullet came through and rushed to the other party's forehead.

The gunshots rang everywhere. After more than ten minutes, everything returned to peace. The wound on Futing's arm was not deep, but Wang Cheng still rushed around in a hurry. It was not until Fuxun rushed over and asked the doctor to apply medicine to Futing and stop the bleeding that he stopped the tears.

Tang Weixin and Jack also came over: "Skerson is dead, we want to catch his son

When Zi left, his den also notified the local police to arrest people. Futing, fortunately, with your help, otherwise, my mission would not be possible to be completed successfully."

"I'll leave the rest to you. My enemy is dead, so I'll have to settle my mind." Fu Ting believed that Tang Weixin would handle the follow-up affairs well.

"Mr. Fu, I suggest you leave here immediately. If this happens in your company, it will cause you to implicate. If you leave, don't leave evidence, there will be no accident." Tang Weixin looked at the mess on the ground and kindly suggested.

"Well, let's leave immediately." Fu Ting quickly ordered, gathered all his men and drove away overnight.

The car had just left, and a burst of rain fell down, washing all the traces on the ground.

Tang Weixin looked at Skerson's body, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out his cell phone, and reported to him.

I was originally going to catch Skerson alive, but now I am not in vain to catch his son.

"Brother, your injury is fine." Fuxun looked at his elder brother worriedly.

"It's all my fault, I've implicated the boss." Wang Cheng blamed himself very much.

"Okay, this injury is nothing. We can achieve our goal." Fu Ting would not blame Wang Cheng at all. He had done too much for himself, and he still needed to be grateful to him.

"Boss, where are we going now?" Wang Cheng asked in a low voice.

"Go back to the city two hundred kilometers away to return home." Fu Ting said in a deep voice.

"Return to China?" Wang Jian had a hint of expectation in his eyes.

But Fuxun sighed lightly: "I don't know when I will see her again after this separation."

"Don't worry, you will definitely not see her in a short period of time. There are so many things here." Fu Ting deliberately joked about his younger brother.

"Brother, do you still object to my affairs with her?" Fuxun asked a little aggrievedly.

"You have also seen this kind of scene today. What kind of person is Tang Weixin and what kind of job she is in? You and she are completely from two different worlds." Fu Ting really didn't want to see something happen to his younger brother again.

Fuxun's eyes dimmed a little: "It's not easy to meet someone you like in the vast crowd."
Chapter completed!