Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 16
"Did you bring the money?"

Brother Broken Hand smiled and looked at Mark Lee, then shifted his gaze to Zhong Wenze, paused slightly on his handsome face, and narrowed his eyes together.

"Ah, money?"

Mark Lee had stretched out his hand to the canvas bag and paused in the air, his eyes were covered by the drooping bangs on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Zhong Wenze noticed Brother Broken Hand's expression, and couldn't help tightening the suitcase in front of him, and then straightened his waist.

He could clearly feel that when Brother Broken Hand was speaking, the eyes of the remaining four people seemed to be focusing on Mark Lee, and their originally relaxed arms tensed up. This is a standard physical precaution in advance. action.

The remaining one looked at Zhong Wenze.

no doubt.

Their focus was on Mark Li. As for Zhong Wenze, who was handsome and delicate, he gave off the feeling of a niche student, so the other party only left one person to pay attention to him.

Under the low beam headlights of the car behind.

Under the light, the floating dust in the air jumped up and down irregularly, stretching the figures of several people very long.

"Money, of course I brought it."

Mark Lee shook his neck with a smile, and his bones made a slight "click" sound. He took out a match and put it in his mouth. With the movement of his tongue, the red match head jumped.

He walked up to Brother Broken Hand, met his eyes, and said with a smile: "But, I haven't seen the goods, do you want to see my money? Hahaha"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the positions of the younger brothers around him without leaving a trace. These people formed a perfect semi-fan angle and surrounded himself in the middle.

Zhong Wenze stood behind Mark Lee and noticed that his right index finger, which was behind his back, shook a few times towards him very secretly.

Bro Broken Hand let out a haha, reached out and patted Mark Li on the shoulder: "Oh, it doesn't matter, this is not the first time we have cooperated, and it is not the first time you have bought goods from me. Brother Hao is a brother!"

"Aze!"

Mark Lee shouted angrily: "Come on, let Brother Severe Hand see the money, he doesn't seem to believe us."

"it is good."

Zhong Wenze replied in a deep voice, holding the box in his left hand, and put it flat on his hand, and unzipped the buckle of the box with his right hand to uncover the top of the box.

There are stacks of US dollar bills neatly inside, which is very ornamental.

"Here, Bro Broken Hand."

Zhong Wenze picked up the dollar bill and threw it at Bro Broken Hand, his eyes were half covered by his drooping hair, with a smile on his mouth: "Is it true or not, take a look?"

"Um"

Brother Severed Hand took the tossed dollar bills, grabbed one end skillfully, counted the dollar bills again, and sniffed: "Not bad, not bad, it really tastes like the original dollar bills."

"Ha ha."

Mark Lee looked at Brother Broken Hand with a smile, and moved the matchstick with the tip of his tongue: "Brother Broken Hand, you can always see the goods now."

"of course."

Brother Broken Hand nodded in response, and put his hand on Mark Li's shoulder: "It's just that I suddenly remembered that Brother Xiao Ma used to be a counterfeit money maker. Who knew the money you gave me this time?" Is it fake?"

"What do you think?"

The corner of Ma Keli's mouth rose slightly, and he looked at him with an unchanged expression: "Do you think this money is real or fake?"

"If you use fake money to trade with me, I will definitely lock you here, and the creamy boy you brought." Brother Broken Hand said half-truthfully.

"of course."

Mark Li shrugged indifferently: "Brother Broken Hand, who dares to lie to you."

"Hahaha"

Brother Broken Hand raised his head and laughed, stretched out his hand and patted Mark Li's face: "My good brother, I was just joking with you, I was just testing you."

"Although Brother Hao and I are good brothers, I'm a little worried that you brought a new face today, so I'm going to lie to you."

"I understand."

Mark Li nodded repeatedly: "Then let's look at the goods now?"

"it is good."

Bro Broken Hand pointed to the trunk on the side: "Everything is good, never used, first-class stuff, I promise you and Brother Hao won't be disappointed."

"Well, you, you, you."

Mark Lee shook his head with a smile, then turned and walked to the trunk, bent over and reached for the zipper.

Brother Broken Hand had a strong smile on his face, squinting at the back of Mark Lee who turned and bent over, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his right hand quietly touched his waist, his movements were extremely fast.

almost the same time.

The younger brothers who were originally in a semi-enclosed position stretched out their hands to touch the back of the waist, or the inner pockets of the clothes on the chest.

"boom!"

The ear-piercing gunshot rang out.

"how can that be!"

Brother Broken Hand's half-stretched hand suddenly slowed down, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mark Lee in disbelief.

In his hand, the black Beretta was emitting a little blue smoke, and the red match head of the match in his mouth was so dazzling.

Brother Broken Hand's chest exploded into a cloud of blood.

He opened his lips slightly, trying to lower his head to check his injuries, but his heavy head didn't listen at all.

This is just what happened for a brief second.

When he saw Mark Lee bend over to pull the zipper of the canvas bag, Brother Broken Hand had already gone to get the gun. He didn't understand until he died, how did Mark Lee pull the gun and fire in advance?

He has eyes in the back of his head?

then.

There were two more shots in a row.

Almost at the same time as Mark Lee fired, Zhong Wenze, who was holding the box in his left hand, moved, and the box full of US dollar bills flew into the air, revealing his left hand under the box.

Zhong Wenze stood among the dollar bills flying all over the sky, a black Beretta sprayed flames in his left hand, and knocked down the horse boy who had been staring at him, who was drawing a gun.

After knocking him down, Zhong Wenze exerted force with the soles of his feet, leaned his whole body forward, rolled sideways on the spot, and dodged behind his car.

just now.

After catching Mark Lee's gesture, Zhong Wenze's alertness was raised to the extreme, and his left index finger quietly rested on Beretta's trigger.

His entire arm feels full of strength, and his movement speed is also several points faster than before.

This is the effect after strengthening.

After seeing Brother Broken Hand and the others' move, Zhong Wenze immediately followed suit.

With the blessing of the entry-level firearms proficiency rewarded by the system, he manipulated Beretta extremely smoothly and pulled the trigger.

Fire suppression!

Preemptive strike!

.

After killing Brother Broken Hand with one shot, Mark Lee tapped his toes hard on the ground without any hesitation, and his whole body flexibly rolled to the side of the car.

next second.

"boom"

"boom!"

Where he was originally standing, countless sparks and dust were shot out by the bullets.

Seeing that they missed Mark Lee, the remaining four immediately dispersed in all directions, trying to find cover for the first time.

For an instant.

Gunshots sounded like firecrackers one after another, and the two sides fired at each other.

Ma Keli hid behind the car, holding two guns side by side and holding fire continuously. Flames from the muzzles of the guns concentrated on the Tianling Gai of one person again, and the red and white scattered all over the ground.

"Kakaka."

Mark Lee continued to pull the trigger, but he was out of bullets. With a curse, he quickly retracted his body to avoid the opponent's shooting.

"Get rid of the cripple first!"

Seeing that there was no movement from Mark Lee, Ma Zai immediately shot at Mark Lee's position and suppressed him.

"Grass!"

Ma Keli looked at the broken earth and sparks that exploded around him, lowered his head against the body of the car, bit the match in his mouth, and breathed heavily.

"Brother Ma!"

"Take the gun!"

(End of this chapter)