Chapter 1538 Do You Want to Resist?

"Drive steadily!"

After getting in the car, Feng Xinglang quietly warned Basong who was driving.

"Mr. Feng, is that military gangster really going to do something big tonight?"

Basong asked tentatively while lightly stepping on the accelerator. Because Boss Cong Gang never gave him any emergency warning before this. If Seresto really made any moves, Feng Xinglang would know about it, and the Boss would know about it even more.

Therefore, Basong would naturally wonder: Is Feng Xinglang too nervous? !

"I'm not sure yet...but I have a hunch that with such a good opportunity tonight, Ceresto will definitely send someone to test the water first!"

Feng Xinglang turned his head and looked out of the car window: there were still a lot of luxury cars gathering near Yulong City, and the lavish nightlife seemed to have just begun.

"That means it's just a small fight tonight at most!"

Just now, Basong was holding the steering wheel with both hands, but now he was in a leisurely state of going up and down.

"Be careful! Be careful that you don't know how you died!" Feng Xinglang snarled.

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng, since that Ceresto is so vengeful, he will definitely keep you alive!"

Following the action, Basong put his hand on his neck, "He can only kill you in front of Hetun!"

Could this also be the reason why Basong is not nervous about his master?

This IQ, these actions, these words and deeds really haven't inherited the slightest bit of Cong Gang's coldness and cruelty.

In fact, the more suitable candidate for Feng Xinglang is Wei Kang. But Cong Gang just gave him such a thing! It’s not that Feng Xinglang doesn’t like Basong, he just feels that sometimes Basong is just a blank sheet of paper when it comes to being humane and sophisticated, and sometimes his words are very pleasant!

For example, right now: I'm not afraid that Feng Xinglang's face will hurt as he talks the truth!

But one thing Basong said was right: with Seresto's strong desire for revenge, if he wanted to kill Feng Xinglang's family, he would definitely do it in front of Hetun!

"Mr. Feng, take the elevated road or the tunnel?" Basong asked.

"Take the tunnel!" Feng Xinglang responded solemnly.

After driving two kilometers from Yulong City, if you don't take the elevated road, you have to enter a tunnel. The narrow and dark environment is more suitable for people in Ceresto.

Perhaps due to a different state of mind, it felt like the tunnel tonight was like a monster's bloody mouth, trying to swallow them whole together with the car.

At night after ten o'clock in Shanghai, the traffic volume began to decrease significantly; after the elevated diversion, the number of vehicles passing through the tunnel has been reduced by more than half.

"Mr. Feng, do you feel that there is something wrong with the van on the left? I visually inspected that the container behind it can just fit our car... we can carry our car together!"

Tonight's Bassong felt particularly energetic. For some desperate people, adventure is as exciting as drinking poison to quench thirst.

"Then have you ever felt that your boss might be following us?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"It's definitely impossible! This kind of small scene doesn't require my boss to appear in person..."

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."

Before Basong could finish his words, the light strips in the tunnel seemed to have short-circuited, and after a long series of electric sparks flashed, they fell into darkness. Only the lights of their respective vehicles are left.

There was a loud "bang", two cars in front collided with each other, and the entire tunnel fell into a semi-paralyzed state. No matter how good the performance of this Mercedes-Benz was, it was impossible for it to grow wings and fly through the tunnel, so Basong had to stop the car.

They're trapped in a tunnel!

It seems that this time the time has really come!

"Mr. Feng, they are here!" Basong locked the car door.

"Do you even need to say it?!"

Feng Xinglang subconsciously tightened his arms around Xing Shishi, "Shishi, are you scared?"

"Don't be afraid!" The little guy deserved to be quite calm, "There seems to be someone on the roof of our car..."

In response to Xing Shishi's words, there was a "bang". Someone should have jumped directly from above the tunnel and stepped on the roof of their car.

One, two... It feels like zombies crawling out of hell! The acceleration of gravity dented the roof of the car by four to five centimeters.

The silenced pistols hit the same bullet holes in the windshield one after another; even military-grade bulletproof glass cannot withstand the overlapping bullet penetration.

"Mr. Feng, do we want to resist?" Basong seemed quite calm.

"No need!" Feng Xinglang said coldly.

There was a loud bang, and the hydraulic door breaker broke the window glass on Mrs. Feng Er's side.

"ah!"

Mrs. Feng Er let out a terrified scream and did not make any resistance. Instead, she lay in her husband Feng Xinglang's arms with her head in her arms.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Feng Xinglang held his son in one hand and his frightened wife in the other.

“ＧGet-Ｄown!”

The car door had been opened, and an iron-like arm stretched out and grabbed Feng Xinglang's collar.

"Who are you? Don't hurt my wife and children!"

Feng Xinglang got out of the car very cooperatively. Also kicked out of the car were Xing Shishi and Mrs. Feng Er.

It was obvious that Ceresto hadn't shown up yet; what Feng Xinglang had to do was to let them take the family away. Only by seeing Seresto can they be uprooted.

This was not the first time Feng Xinglang had used himself as bait.

Fortunately, the people being used as bait with him at this moment are not his real wife and children. Otherwise, his heart will be broken.

Bassong felt that he was a bodyguard and part-time driver, and it would be a shame for him not to resist. And it’s so fake! So he took advantage of his unpreparedness and fiercely attacked the leather jacket he was wearing... just in time to try their skills.

After seeing Basong make a move, Feng Xinglang hit the wrist of the man in black holding the silenced gun with his knife, knocking the gun from his hand to the ground.

"Honey, take your son away! Quick! Go towards the tunnel exit!"

Feng Xinglang was not telling them to leave, but was reminding them not to resist along with them. After all, Mrs. Feng Er is just a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken.

"Nono, let's go!" Mrs. Feng Er immediately stepped forward and took her son's hand.

But Xing Shishi was picked up by another leather jacket who suddenly appeared, "Dad...save me...save me!"

Xing Shiwu knew his mission. He knew that he wanted to go deep into the tiger's den and cooperate with his adoptive father and the others to kill this enemy in one fell swoop.

"Nono! What do you want to do? Let go of my son!"

Just as Feng Xinglang was about to step forward to save his son, someone hit him hard with the butt of a rifle on the back of his neck. The blow made gold flowers splash in front of his eyes.

Although he had not yet fainted, Feng Xinglang fainted and collapsed on the ground in order to cooperate with them in taking him away quickly and smoothly.