Strongest Soldier King

Luo Zheng reported the license plate number and continued forward cautiously. After walking less than two hundred meters, suddenly, the sound of tires screeching on the ground echoed urgently. Immediately, several small cars rushed in from various street corners, their windows rolled down, and guns emerged, their dark barrels exuding a chilling murderous aura, deadlocked on Luo Zheng.

With a "whoosh," some burly men jumped out of the cars before they even stopped completely. All dressed in black suits, their expressions stern, repressed murderous intent, and sharp eyes locked onto Luo Zheng. They advanced rapidly, and some shouted loudly, "Hands on your head, squat down."

"Huh? Who are you?" Luo Zheng looked coldly at the people rushing over, feeling something strange, and asked.

"I can't see. I'll check the satellite right away," Lan Xing's voice sounded in the earpiece.

Luo Zheng roughly counted, there were more than a dozen people, all armed with Type 92 pistols. These were definitely not kidnappers; kidnappers wouldn't use the same model weapons, nor would they shout commands like "hands on your head, squat down"—they'd start shooting right away. Suspicious, Luo Zheng suppressed the urge to resist and coldly observed these people.

As these people surrounded him, they eyed Luo Zheng like a formidable enemy, ready to shoot at the slightest anomaly. With guns aimed at Luo Zheng, one of them shouted, "Hands on your head, squat down slowly, hurry up."

"Who are you?" Luo Zheng calmly retorted, his eyes scanning the small cars these people came in, finding nothing remarkable about the license plates or the cars, increasing his suspicion.

"Courting death," one person suddenly roared, charging fiercely, swinging the gun butt in their hand to smash down on Luo Zheng's head mercilessly, showing no leniency.

Luo Zheng's resolute gaze instantly emitted a cold light. Enraged, he blocked with a backhand and punched fiercely at the opponent's chest. The opponent reacted swiftly, retreating suddenly, raising their hand to fire two shots. Luo Zheng, anticipating this, quickly hit the ground, narrowly evading the sneak attack.

At this moment, seeing Luo Zheng resist and his skills weren't bad, the others swarmed in, moving swiftly, collaborating skillfully—some grabbing his arms, legs, and others pinning him down, holding Luo Zheng on the ground. Luo Zheng struggled fiercely, but couldn't withstand the strength of five or six people simultaneously pressing down, his arms wrenched to his back with a click, handcuffed.

"Police?" A doubt flashed through Luo Zheng's mind.

"Thud thud!" The person who had engaged him before kicked Luo Zheng's body hard twice, knocking him over, ribs aching faintly. Blood rushed up, Luo Zheng angered, took a deep breath, suppressing the rising blood, eyes wide with fury as he sprang to his feet.

"Roar—" Luo Zheng roared angrily like a furious lion, lunging fiercely at the opponent. One person stepped forward to block, Luo Zheng twisted his body strangely, slid his foot aside, dodging, twisting his body to deliver a whirlwind kick accompanied by a thunderous roar toward the assailant.

Luo Zheng, striking with hatred, put all his strength into his move, his speed too fast for the naked eye to catch. The attacker who thought Luo Zheng would dare fight back so fiercely was momentarily stunned, and when they realized the danger, it was too late.

"Bam!" Luo Zheng's whip-like leg struck the opponent's chest like a steel whip, sending them flying backward. Mid-air, they spat a mouthful of blood. Seeing how fierce Luo Zheng was, the others were instantly inflamed, unable to fire easily in numbers, holstered their guns, swarming like ferocious wild wolves.

Enraged, hatred filled Luo Zheng's heart against these suddenly emerging people. With hands cuffed, he couldn't fight properly, relying on his legs to counterattack. After kicking the opponent away, another charged fiercely; Luo Zheng didn't hesitate, retracting his whip leg, kicking forward like a divine dragon emerging from its cave, roaring ahead.

This person was ferocious too, locking Luo Zheng's leg tightly with their hands, contracting their chest backward, narrowly avoiding Luo Zheng's straight kick, and forcefully kicking the ground with their feet, exploding backward, attempting to drag Luo Zheng down. Seeing the opponent's skill, Luo Zheng forcefully pushed off the ground with his standing foot, launching forward, his body twisting mid-air, his landing foot swinging violently at the opponent's jaw.

These people appeared abruptly, attacking mercilessly without reason, showcasing powerful skills, and Luo Zheng showed no mercy in return. His kick, accompanied by a thunderous sound, cracked the opponent's jaw directly, a cry of pain escaping as their body flew backward while Luo Zheng landed steadily.

Then, others lunged at him. Luo Zheng charged forward suddenly like a raging bear, body slightly tilted, shoulder crashing fiercely into one opponent's chest. This person too was fearless, advancing instead of retreating, swinging a hook punch at Luo Zheng's shoulder, trying to stop him and buy time for the others.

Luo Zheng, knowing the terror of being ensnared in a siege, his icy gaze focused, forcefully kicked off the ground, his body falling backward to avoid the hook punch, knees crashing forward, striking the opponent's chest, a faint sound of rib breaking echoed, and the opponent screamed, falling to the ground.

"Bam bam!" Luo Zheng felt the gun butt hit his back, causing unbearable pain as he was knocked forward. Quickly moving his feet to stabilize himself, suddenly feeling something strike his leg—a leg as sturdy as a wooden stake—intense pain seared through him. Luo Zheng's face turned cold, his icy gaze emanating murderous intent, his body twisted strangely, kicking off to the side.

With a thud, Luo Zheng knocked someone over, ready to roll up when he was embraced tightly from beneath. Startled, Luo Zheng grabbed the person's collar, using the momentum to roll sideways, retracting his legs to stomp on the opponent's abdomen, forcefully kicking them several meters away, crashing into another person.

At this moment, realizing how fierce Luo Zheng was, the others retreated, forming a circular surround, drawing out their guns and aiming at Luo Zheng, firing a few bursts around him, the bullets sinking into the concrete ground.

Everything happened so quickly, Luo Zheng just kicked one away, not having time to roll up when he sensed danger, instinctively curling into a ball, hands protecting his head. Seeing the bullets weren't directly shot at him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, puzzled.

"Behave, move again and you'll be shot," someone shouted fiercely.

Luo Zheng knew these people were something else, their actions unlike kidnappers, growing more suspicious. He stood up slowly, calmly looking at them, and shouted, "Who's in charge? Step forward and speak."

"Still so cocky, seeking death," someone angrily stepped forward, aiming their gun at Luo Zheng's shoulder, their furious eyes brimming with murderous intent.

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