MTL - Heavens: Be a New Man-Chapter 1115 Yan Liang's Redemption

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"I choose..."

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In 2205 AD, Yan Liang, a famous detective who had just cracked the snowman serial murder case that shocked the whole country, drove to an abandoned factory in the old industrial area of ​​western Liaoning.

The old Santana roared like a tearing engine and galloped down the bumpy road.

He stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and amid the turbulent smoke and dust, those red eyes stared straight ahead, with faint excitement, anticipation, and some fearful expressions.

squeak-

The car made a sharp ninety-degree turn and turned into a narrow alley.

Yan Liang is very familiar with every inch of the land here. He has come here many times in the midnight dream, wandering in terror and pain.

He stomped on the gas frantically, ramping up to the top.

On both sides of the roadway are the high walls of the factory area, and at the end of the roadway is an old warehouse.

Seeing that he was about to hit the iron gate of the warehouse, Yan Liang had no intention of slowing down.

boom!

With a loud noise, the car hit the iron gate and rushed into the warehouse.

In the warehouse, a group of young people with hair dyed red and green looked over here in amazement. Among them, a young man covered in blood curled up on the ground in pain, with eyebrows that were similar to Yan Liang.

"Buzzing..."

The car didn't have the slightest intention to stop, roaring frantically, rushing towards this group of non-mainstream youths.

"Depend on!"

The group of young people scolded and scolded, and dispersed in a hurry, evading everywhere.

squeak…

In the end, the car made a mark four or five meters long on the concrete floor and parked sideways beside the only teenager in the field.

In the terrified eyes of the young man, Yan Liang jumped out of the car. With red eyes, he looked at the young man, panting heavily, and wanted to step forward, but for some reason, he just froze in place.

"Dad?" After a long time, the boy was the first to react and called out to Yan Liang, and the tears fell instantly.

"Can you move?" Yan Liang's heart was surging, and he said a thousand words, but it turned into three cold words.

"Yes." The boy cried.

Yan Liang looked at the boy for a while and said, "Get in the car."

He turned around, afraid to look at his son again, for fear that he would shed tears.

At this moment, the group of non-mainstream youths had weapons such as machetes and steel pipes, and they gathered in twos and threes.

"Yo, is this the not-so-famous King of Hell?" a red-haired exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Come here, we all know each other, Captain Yan of the Criminal Police Brigade of the City Bureau has some eyesight, his name is Brother Yan."

In the roar of laughter from the crowd, another yellow-haired disdain said: "Yan Wang? Yan is a hair! It's such a black dog!"

boom!

A wine bottle smashed at Yan Liang's feet and shattered. The wine and broken glass inside splashed all over him.

Yan Liang was expressionless and did not move, just staring at the red hair in the front.

In the last time and space, my son was beaten to death by this group of social youths. In the end, it was this red hair that stabbed the most deadly knife, completely ruining his son's life.

Without waiting for Yan Liang to arrest someone, the red hair died of an overdose of a unique product three days later.

Hong Mao died alive, but his son died in despair and pain.

Yan Liang still clearly remembered that the moment he saw the red-haired corpse, his teeth were itching with hatred.

"What are you looking at?" The steel pipe in Hong Mao's hand pointed at Yan Liang, "I will tell you, you have caught my eldest brother, and I want your son to die! Even if you catch me, I will There are also a bunch of good brothers, each of them will have trouble with your son, can you catch them all?"

Hongmao laughed arrogantly: "But no need now. If you don't go to the village or the store, we will kill you directly, and it will be considered revenge for my eldest brother."

Yan Liang's fists clenched involuntarily, he saw the murderous intent and hideousness in the red hair's eyes, and knew that this man was not just talking.

On the other side, some of the gangsters followed suit, while others were surprised and some flinched. They soon quarreled, but Red Mao pulled out a dirt shotgun from his back, and immediately overwhelmed all the voices.

"Dad... let's go!"

Yan Liang's son was a little scared. Since he was a child, his father told him not to cause trouble and not to fight, but sometimes some people seem to have a halo of bad luck. Since elementary school, he has been having all kinds of entanglements with those bad children, almost It's a small fight every three days, a big fight on a Monday, and it's always endless.

What he hated the most was that as long as he fought, no matter what the reason was, whoever was right or who was wrong, his father would pick him up, either whipping the belt or taking him to the police station for a few days, without ever letting him go.

Over time, every time he encountered a fight, he stopped doing it.

In his opinion, he was only beaten, not others, so his father wouldn't blame him anymore, right?

Things were indeed as he expected, and in the days that followed, he was never taught by his father again, which made him very happy.

This time too, even though he was afraid of being beaten to death, he still did not fight back, because he was very afraid of the phrase "a slap doesn't make a sound" as his father said.

Yan Liang looked back at his son, smiled, and said, "Sit down, Dad will fight for you in this fight today."

After a pause, Yan Liang suddenly touched his head and said, "If something happens in the future, you can do it. As long as it's not your fault, I promise not to blame you."

Yan Liang's eyes were a little red, and he didn't know how many times he had said these words in his dreams.

The young man was stunned by this sentence.

At this moment, Hongmao put the soil shotgun on Yan Liang's forehead, bared his teeth and smiled: "Come on, King of Hell, call me Lord."

Yan Liang turned his head back, his eyes getting colder.

"Are there any bullets in the gun?" he asked.

Redhead sneered.

boom!

He suddenly fired a shot into the sky, then loaded the bullet again, and put the gun on Yan Liang's forehead.

"Why do you think I'm scaring you?" Hong Mao looked frantic and ferocious, "Call me! Or I'll kill you!"

Yan Liang let out a sigh of relief: "I'm relieved..."

At a certain moment~www.novelbuddy.com~ he suddenly slumped, and then punched the red hair firmly on the chin, making the red hair stagger.

Then he quickly took out his gun and fired a shot into the sky, shouting sternly: "Warning!"

Hong Mao was stunned by the punch, but this punch did not make him lose his combat effectiveness. Amidst Yan Liang's shouting, he was clever and almost subconsciously aimed the shotgun at Yan Liang.

boom!

The next moment, the gun went off.

The red hair was shocked and froze in place.

Boom!

Three seconds later, he fell to the ground with a bang, and the blood slowly spread in his chest.

There was chaos on the spot.

A week later, the supervisory agency determined that Yan Liang's law enforcement procedures were compliant and legal, and he did not bear any legal responsibility. The red-haired gang was wiped out due to organized crime, intentional injury, robbery and other crimes.