The City of Steel, one of the most prosperous cities in America, was once the city of global attention.

Nowadays, with the changes of the times, this once glorious big city has declined to be named with a new name.

Dead City!

As the security environment deteriorates, the number of police officers in this city is decreasing year by year.

Almost all white people below the middle class were forced to leave, and the slums were left with a large number of millions of black people who lived and were hungry for feeding with government relief.

This has deteriorated the entire city's finances and had to bear heavy debts. It has also cut off various public expenses to prioritize the welfare of black people, thus creating the current situation.

The more serious the crime situation is, the less police force you can equip! The equipment is even worse than that of local gangsters!

However, the Iron City Special Police Brigade is an exception to the police station.

This team has 300 people, mostly composed of retired soldiers and former special forces. It is equipped with armaments that are not inferior to the regular army and has always been under the best anti-terrorism training in the United States!

As for the reason, it is related to the local dark forces. As the organizers of the most popular black boxing competition, they hope to have a white force that can serve as their spear to deal with those disobedient organizations openly and be named as righteous!

Therefore, this special police brigade was able to obtain strong financial support.

Now, the special police brigade of this Iron City has been dispatched to approach the entrance of a club where Zhang Fan is located.

The reception at the door, which had been ordered, quickly opened the door and bowed to welcome the strong men who were fully armed and aggressively rushed into the club.

In the box, the fat pig Baske had already started sweating, and the plaid shirt on his body was already soaked.

He clearly felt something was wrong. The smiley local gangster in front of him was too enthusiastic, and the worst thing was that the two warriors around him became more and more wrong as time passed.

In addition, Basque knew that the two warriors could not be possessed by each other, and he was even more suspicious that the two were probably people in the Thunder Temple. This time he came here to give himself and Zhang Fan a warning!

Just when Zhang Fan was unaware of it and just hugged the two blonde beauties and laughed foolishly, suddenly, a beautiful girl screamed first.

Then, the lights in the private room turned off and dimmed.

Zhang Fan tightened his body, quickly changed into equipment, and let go of his five senses.

Bang!

After a brief darkness, the lights turned off and the club manager who was waiting for Basque and Zhang Fan fell to the ground with blood spitting out, scaring the beauties one by one, fleeing out in a panic.

"What's going on!" Zhang Fan asked loudly.

A voice roared louder than Zhang Fan: "Fat Pig Basque, I kindly welcome you, but you killed my manager, what do you want to do!"

Outside the door of the private room, an old white-haired man rushed in with a large group of men in black suits, surrounding Zhang Fan, Basque and others. He actually took off a big hat as soon as possible.

"It's Al, the well-deserved gangster boss in this neighborhood. Behind him... is the Temple of Thunder!" Fat Pig Baske said the identity of the person in front of him, his face pale.

Damn it, I just framed them like this all of a sudden, I didn’t plan to let them go out alive!

"Basque, what's going on?" Zhang Fan approached Basque. He also felt something was wrong when he looked at the situation around him.

"You kid, I'm unlucky this time. I'm afraid the Thunder Temple doesn't believe you will give up the championship at all. I'll invite us to come this time, just set up a trap and wait for us to jump. Alas, I, Basque, I'm really unlucky with you this time!"

"What are you afraid of? Look at me knocking them all over!"

Zhang Fan said loudly, and the ferocity of the Black Panther Warrior was completely aroused by him.

"Let's go down!"

Zhang Fan shouted loudly, rushed into the black suits, easily avoiding the pistol bullets they raised in a hurry, and punched the men in suits without any negotiation.

Zhang Fan beat him very happily, and none of the black suits could support one move.

However, Al also had a backhand. After pressing the controller, the entire luxury private room suddenly closed down and was completely exposed to the club's lobby.

Slap!

The dense red dots were fixed on Zhang Fan, and hundreds of special police's automatic rifles aimed at Zhang Fan.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, but he still reacted quickly, jumped up immediately, hid in a stone pillar, avoiding the firepower shot that was completely ignored by the black suit on the ground.

"Damn, what's going on?" Although Zhang Fan was fast, he still couldn't avoid the several powerful sniper bullets shot from the special police.

After these bullets broke through the leather armor, they just entered the muscles and were squeezed out, but Zhang Fan found that his body was a little unreliable.

"Very poisonous!" Zhang Fan understood at the first time that these bullets were all fed highly poisonous!

Zhang Fan immediately took out the antidote and drank it. He felt that his body felt much more relieved.

"The opponent was shot five times. Even if the clothes on his body were weird, the impact of the bullet should have made him lose his combat power."

In the special police team, a big white man two meters tall said rudely, staring at Zhang Fan's hiding place, his eyes were tightly fixed on him, and he easily held the heavy sniper rifle in his hand, saying confidently: "And even if he is extremely talented in physical condition, our bullets still have red snake saliva, and a milliliter is enough to poison a hundred adults!"

"Very good, send two people to catch the alive." Behind the white man, the two masters from the Thunder Temple raised their heads and ordered.

Two special police officers ran over quickly. They were close to the stone pillar. Before they could react, they were caught by Zhang Fan and hit the stone pillar hard and made a dull sound. Then Zhang Fan suddenly climbed up to the ceiling along the stone pillar, knocked the ceiling with a punch, and then jumped to the rooftop of the club.

As soon as he ran to the rooftop, Zhang Fan saw a man in black landing in front of him from a distance like a geese. With a wave of his hand, several lightning flashed out of his hand, and in a crackling manner, he actually shot down Zhang Fan.

"bump!"

Zhang Fan, who fell to the ground, groaned muffled. Just as he wanted to get up, the man in black stepped on his spine and had to lie on the floor again, unable to move.

"Uncle Ignatius, you are so awesome. You will defeat this thing as soon as you take action!"

Seeing Zhang Fan falling to the ground, the blonde boy who had been watching outside, walked over with his men.

The special police recognized the young master of the Thunder Temple and quickly dispersed to let him approach.

"Young Master, this guy has only brute force. As long as the young master masters the Thunder God's tactics, it will be easy to deal with him." Ignatius, the man in black, bowed slightly and said gently.

"Young Master, how do you deal with this guy?" asked a bald fat man next to the blonde young man.

"Hmph, go and ask, what is his origin?" A Tang costume old man next to the blond young man was a little cautious. Seeing that Zhang Fan could actually detoxify, he couldn't help but feel more careful.

"Yes." The fat man hurried over, grabbed Zhang Fan's hair and asked, "Which force is your commander! Don't look at who we are, even if you dare not sell the face of my Thunder Temple!"

"Thunder Temple? What the hell is this!" Zhang Fan cursed: "I am me, no one else!"

"Oh, don't you admit it?" A sharp light flashed in the fat man's eyes, and he wanted to release poisonous insects on his body to torture Zhang Fan, but saw a man in suit walking quickly from the Basque and whispering.

From the man's mouth, the fat man knew that it was a word, the word that the fat man heard and saw the most in recent hours - Shen Rong Firm!

"God... God's grace?" The fat man looked at Zhang Fan, and a panic flashed in his eyes: "This guy is also from God's grace firm!"
Chapter completed!