Chapter 95

Although very slight, in the exceptionally quiet basement, it could travel very far!

"Old Han, why hasn't the power come back on yet, what's the situation?"

No one answered, but the 'clanging' sound could still be heard.

"Damn, I think something happened, grab your weapons, hurry..."

Alright, Lin Feng, who had come down, felt a headache.

But there was no way, plans couldn't keep up with changes!

At this moment, he hurriedly flashed behind a box to avoid the high-beam flashlight shining over.

Fortunately, it was dark enough in the basement, and a lot of boxes were piled up.

Giving him space to move, dodge, and maneuver.

"Two pistols, two shotguns, not bad!"

Lin Feng, who precisely grasped the situation, changed his position by crawling.

Then he pulled out the meat-trimming knife, threw it with all his might, and picked up a wooden box weighing dozens of jin and smashed it over.

Immediately after, he quickly changed his position and closed the distance.

At the same time, more than 20 meters away, a drug trafficker holding a shotgun,

looked with disbelief at the meat-trimming knife stuck in his chest.

The next second, his mouth opened, and blood instantly sprayed out.

"Clang..."

The box smashed on the ground and shattered, although it didn't hit anyone, it attracted all the attention.

Almost at the same time, the drug trafficker with the knife in his chest also fell down!

It's hard to describe, everything happened in a flash.

"Old Ma, you... fuck, Old Ma is dead!"

"Damn, who? If you have the guts, come out!"

"Old Four, shine the light to the left quickly, I feel like there's someone on the left!"

'Bang', the shotgun fired, countless steel beads shot out, hitting the concrete pillar, sparking countless sparks.

Yes, he didn't see anyone, he was just shooting blindly.

Or rather, it was a behavior to embolden himself!

As for where Lin Feng ran to?

At this moment, he had already moved behind the remaining four people, and the distance was less than five meters.

The next second, seeing the drug trafficker holding the shotgun, who was reloading bullets.

He knew, the opportunity for close combat had come....