Because Sito fell asleep tiredly while sitting on the sofa, Heao was still wearing the clothes he wore when he came back from the funeral home during the day - an old-fashioned, close-fitting custom-made formal suit.

This is Sito's most expensive piece of clothing, and it was also the last set of clothes that he and his wife purchased together when she was alive.

This suit was only worn at his wife's funeral. Although it has been nearly seven years, because Sito has been taking good care of it, this suit still maintains a near-new condition.

After experiencing the fire scene, this formal suit has a lot of pilling, but generally, it still maintains the most perfect posture, outlining He Ao's old but tall body.

"Old guy, you're not dead?"

The short-haired man carrying the drone suitcase recognized He Ao's face through the faint light. A look of surprise flashed across his face. Then he dropped the suitcase on the ground, raised his gun and pointed it between He Ao's eyebrows, and walked away.

Arriving in front of the long-haired man who was my companion, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Ask for directions."

He Ao was holding a cane in his right hand and holding his little granddaughter with his left hand. His voice was slow and hoarse.

When he brought his granddaughter out, she only had one set of pajamas.

While he was chasing the drone, after determining the landing point of the drone, he rested for a while at a nearby small shop and bought his granddaughter a pair of slippers to make it easier for her to walk.

"What's the way? Old man,"

Hearing his voice, the short-haired man sneered, "You can't even breathe when you talk, what else do you want to do?"

This is the second dungeon character of the old man in Heao. The last time was Regit.

Compared to Ridgit, who is extremely talented in martial arts, Sito is older and his physical fitness is far inferior to Ridgit.

After a person reaches sixty, his body will age rapidly year after year at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Even though he works out regularly, he still maintains visible muscles. He Ao just chased him all the way and consumed a lot of energy. Coupled with the anxiety of rushing out of the fire, he also felt tired.

"I want to ask, if you want to find your boss, the person who ordered you to do this,"

He Ao stared at the short-haired man, his voice still maintained a slow and calm rhythm. He held his granddaughter and continued to move forward step by step, "Where should we go?"

"Where to go?"

When the short-haired man heard this, he put away his gun, held his belly, and laughed while arching his body, "Old man, you really want to die. Do you know who our boss is?"

He allowed He Ao to move forward step by step, and his companions beside him couldn't help but arch their bodies and laugh.

"Close your eyes."

He Ao said softly to his little granddaughter.

When He Ao almost walked in front of the two of them, the short-haired man suddenly straightened up, raised his gun and pointed it at He Ao's eyebrows, "Go to hell, old man."

At the same time, the long-haired man next to him also pointed his gun at He Ao and pulled the trigger.

However, before they made a move, He Ao had already reacted. He directly raised his foot and kicked him. When the short-haired man raised his pistol, the toe of his leather shoe hit the short-haired man's wrist.

The short-haired man's hand shook and he lost his grip, and the pistol was kicked out.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao raised his right hand holding the crutch, stretched out the crank crutch, hooked the wrist of the long-haired man on the other side, and used force to control the long-haired man's shooting action.

Then he loosened his grip on the crutch, reached into the air, and held the falling pistol in the air with one hand.

Press your arm down, aim, and shoot.

The bright red blood bloomed like a rose on the back of the long-haired man's head in an instant.

His body leaned back against the off-road vehicle and slid downwards little by little.

All this happened in an instant. Before the short-haired man could react, he felt the pistol leave his hand, the gunshot rang out, and his companion fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at his forehead. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at the old man holding the pistol in front of him. He slowly raised his hands and said, "Old... Master, do you have a gun?"

Speak well."

"What's the name of your gang and where is the boss?"

He Ao's tone was still calm.

"The Eagle Claw Gang, we are called the Eagle Claw Gang. Our boss is currently in the townhouse at No. 35 St. John Ninth Street in the South District. His name is Witte."

He said without hesitation.

"Thanks,"

He Ao put down his gun and glanced at the off-road vehicle next to him, "Do you want me to help you drive your car back to your boss's place?"

"Of course, of course!"

The short-haired man took out a key card from his pocket, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and said quickly, "You can do whatever you want."

He Ao did not take the key card immediately, but stretched out his hand to open the rear door and hugged his granddaughter up.

At this time, the granddaughter had opened her eyes and stared at him blankly.

At the same time, rapid footsteps came from behind him.

A group of figures rushed out from behind him.

"Let me see what trouble our killer Winter is in?"

This group of people quickly surrounded the alleyway where He Ao was. The leader was a strong man carrying an assault rifle. He glanced at He Ao and laughed loudly, "Went, I read that right, you were arrested."

Taken hostage by an 'old man' with almost gray hair?"

He Ao did not look at the group of figures, but looked at his granddaughter. He made a gesture of covering his ears, indicating that his granddaughter should squat behind the car door.

"Lie down in the car, cover your ears, and don't raise your head."

He Ao said softly, "It's like we are playing hide and seek."

Then, as his granddaughter slowly squatted down, he reached out to close the car door, and picked up the crutches that fell on the ground along with the long-haired man's body.

"An old man, a child, hahaha,"

The strong man looked at He Ao and couldn't help laughing. He glanced at the men on both sides of him, then looked at He Ao, and laughed loudly,

"Old man, this is not your place to play. You should go back to the nursing home, otherwise you will pee in your pants later and no nurse will come to clean it up for you, hahaha."

He Ao calmly turned around and looked at the strong man, slightly adjusting the collar of his formal suit that had just been stained with a little blood.

There were a total of five people surrounding him this time. They formed a semi-arc shape and kept closing the distance between them and He Ao as they spoke, surrounding him.

And at this moment, taking advantage of the moment when He Ao's attention was attracted by the strong man, Winter suddenly rushed out from behind him, pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, and stabbed He Ao in the neck.

The strong man saw everything, but he didn't make any move, he just put his hand on the gun bolt.

He and Winter have been "teammates" for many years and know how to cooperate.

He Ao faced the strong man, and he continued to adjust his collar with the hand holding the gun as if nothing had happened.

And just when Winter was about to run behind him, he gently raised the cane, and the tip of the cane was thrust backwards.

The bottom of the hard crutch suddenly hit Winter's lower abdomen, causing his facial features to wrinkle instantly, but the movement of his hand did not stop.

But at this moment, He Ao's hand to adjust his clothes had reached up, and the muzzle of the gun was past his shoulder.

Winter looked at the muzzle of the gun, the corner of his mouth curled up in pain, and seemed to be laughing.

How is it possible to hit someone without any vision or aim?

boom--

The high-speed flying bullet passed through Winter's head, and his body was swayed by the powerful inertia of the bullet, and he lay back.

From the corner of his eye, He Ao saw the flowers blooming on the back of Winter's shadow on the wall.

This scene developed very quickly, and no one reacted, but as the gunfire rang out, the strong man in front of He Ao still pulled the gun bolt fiercely.

He looked at Winter's fallen figure, put his finger on the trigger, pointed the gun at He Ao, and shouted, "Shoot, shoot, beat this old man into pieces..."

boom--

Sudden gunfire rang out in an instant.

His marksmanship was not good, and he did not hit He Ao with a single shot, but before he could finish his words, his body instantly became stiff.

He stared at He Ao's gun with his eyes wide open, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Blood flowed from his brow, and he leaned back and fell backward.

He did not expect to be shot, but he did sound the charge horn. The moment the gunshot rang out, his men around him rushed towards him crazily.

These men only had some simple pistols in their hands. They aimed at He Ao and fired continuously.

In fact, these people's movements with guns are not professional, and their marksmanship is not very good, so they have to keep closing the distance to shoot.

He Ao's body was half-hidden next to the off-road vehicle. With the sound of bullets hitting the iron plate of the off-road vehicle, he raised his pistol and shot the gang member facing him with one shot.

He then rolled forward, raised his gun, and shot the second gang member.

At this moment, the third and fourth gang members had already approached, and the distance between them and He Ao was extremely close.

The third gang member raised his gun and pointed it at He Ao's head. Then his wrist was instantly hooked by the crutch held out by He Ao. Then He Ao turned the muzzle of the gun and shot him between the eyebrows.

But at this moment, a sharp blade stretched out directly from the darkness and cut He Ao's neck.

The fourth gang member is the least skilled of the four, but he seems to be pretty good at it.
To be continued...