Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 328 Come, shoot me!

"why?!"

Song Zihao jumped up emotionally, his eyes widened, and he asked in a low voice, "Why!"

"How can there be so many whys in this world?"

Deng Jiayong glanced at Song Zihao coldly, curled his lips in disdain: "I'll call you Brother Hao, it's for your face."

"Ah!"

He shook the cigar he was holding between his fingers, and said in a cold voice: "Call you brother Hao, do you really think you can do it?"

"Your time has long passed, look at you now, you are old!"

"You fucking!"

Mark Lee also stood up, pointing to Deng Jiayong: "Respect Brother Hao."

"You, a cripple, stand pretty close to him."

Deng Jiayong was not afraid of the two of them at all, and seemed to think of something again, and changed his words exaggeratedly: "Oh, sorry, I forgot, the cripple is no longer lame, hahaha."

After a short laugh.

Deng Jiayong stopped his voice suddenly, and took a sip of his cigar: "If it weren't for the fact that you two still have some big buyers of counterfeit banknotes, you really think I have to be you?!"

"That's it for Long Si. If you stop talking nonsense, maybe I can continue to use you."

Speaking of it.

His tone sank:
"A dragon four, if he dies, he will die!"

"If you keep talking, his end will be your tomorrow!"

Deng Jiayong's sonorous and forceful voice resounded among several people.

"Why do you want to kill them all!?"

Song Zihao was unmoved, stared at Deng Jiayong with bulging eyes, and continued to ask repeatedly: "Why!"

"You are not qualified to question me!"

Without raising his head, Deng Jiayong said coldly: "There is no end between me and Long Si, he must die."

"Deng Jiayong!"

Song Zihao roared, stretched out his hand and tugged at Deng Jiayong's collar, and lifted him up from his seat.

"let go!"

Deng Jiayong looked at him furiously, and said in a cold tone, "Brother Hao, if you don't let go, you will die!"

"Fuck you, old wood!"

Song Zihao clenched his fist with his right hand and punched Deng Jiayong on the bridge of the nose.

That is this moment.

The middle-aged man who had been sitting in the corner without saying a word moved.

He quickly fumbled for the inner pocket of his suit, and a pistol with a suppressor appeared in his white gloved right hand.

The gun was raised.

Aim at Song Zihao's head.

Turn off the fire decisively.

"biu"

The sound of the pistol equipped with a silencer was extremely low, and the muzzle flame sprayed out bullets.

almost the same moment.

"Boom!"

Two crisp bursts of gunfire sounded.

"Crack!"

Deng Jiayong's nose made a crisp sound, which was broken by Song Zihao's punch.

then.

The deck suddenly fell into a strange silence.

on the ceiling.

A bullet hole appeared, and a few wisps of powder fell from the punctured ceiling.

A blood hole appeared on the palm of the middle-aged gunman, and blood flowed.

"Tick tock."

The scarlet blood stained the white gloves on his hands, dripped down on the floor, and splashed in all directions.

In Zhong Wenze's hand.

Wisps of smoke rose from the muzzle of Beretta's gun.

The middle-aged shooter, who had been expressionless, couldn't hide the astonishment on his face even though he was wearing big sunglasses.

He looked at Zhong Wenze in disbelief, the palm of his right hand that was shot was twitching and trembling visibly to the naked eye.

Fangcai.

Just when he touched Song Zihao with a gun.

Zhong Wenze, who hadn't participated all this time, suddenly moved, took out a Beretta from his back and fired two consecutive shots.

Zhong Wenze's speed was slightly faster than his own.

He drew his gun and hugged the fire in one go.

Pull the trigger twice in a row to fire directly.

First shot:
The bullet hit his own pistol, and hit the pistol in his hand one step before he shot, and then changed the ballistic trajectory the moment he fired.

The bullet that was supposed to be fired at Song Zihao was deflected by the muzzle of the gun and shot towards the ceiling.

A second shot followed.

The bullet pierced through the palm of his right hand holding the gun in an instant, making him instantly lose his combat effectiveness.

in case.

Zhong Wenze really wanted to kill himself just now, and he has already completed the instant kill.

only.

He didn't do that!

"call"

Zhong Wenze raised the muzzle of the gun and blew hard to disperse the smoke. He played with the body of the gun calmly, and said lightly:

"Just talk about things, what kind of guns are you using?! They are all men with handles, don't make it seem like no one has a gun."

"!!"

The middle-aged gunman stared at Zhong Wenze short of breath, and said the first sentence: "You are stronger than last time!"

Last time.

The person who surrounded Xiaohui's sneak attack team was this middle-aged shooter.

Relying on his geographical advantage and rich experience, he successfully fired two shots at Zhong Wenze.

It's just that Zhong Wenze abruptly dodged the two shots that were sure to kill.

At that time.

He had a deep fear of Zhong Wenze.

This time.

The two sides fired shots almost at the same time, and Zhong Wenze directly pressed him to the ground and rubbed him.

He was surprised.

He doesn't agree!
"I have always been strong!"

Zhong Wenze glanced at him sideways: "It was in the past, and it will be in the future."

Paused.

He changed the subject: "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

The middle-aged shooter almost blurted out, asking: "Why?!"

"You will never be better than me."

Zhong Wenze shook his head lightly, his eyes filled with contempt: "It was in the past, and it will be in the future."

in discourse.

It is filled with a wind of everyone, and it is also full of arrogance that condescends and despises everything.

"!"

The middle-aged gunman looked at Zhong Wenze blankly.

a while.

He stood up from his seat and walked outside in big strides.

When he walked in front of Zhong Wenze, he stopped at Zhong Wenze's side, and after looking at him again, he left.

The back of the middle-aged shooter seemed a little lonely, although he still maintained his previous posture, with his back straight.

But for some reason, the waist seems to be bent a little bit, revealing a sense of decadence.

With the departure of the middle-aged shooter, only Deng Jiayong was left on the scene.

When he came here today, he was full of confidence and brought only his most powerful shooter, who knew he would leave like that?
Deng Jia is brave.

Sitting on the seat, clutching his bleeding nose, his face was livid and ugly.

"You guys continue talking."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand, and sat back on his seat in a dainty manner: "Brother Yong, I didn't mean you."

"Brother Hao is my elder brother. You asked your people to shoot him, which made it very difficult for me. You can talk about the next thing."

"why!"

Song Zihao picked up Deng Jiayong again: "Why did you kill Long Si!"

"Ah!"

Deng Jiayong sneered and ignored Song Zihao.

"Say!"

Song Zihao took out the big black star on his lower back, and put the muzzle of the gun on Deng Jiayong's head: "Don't tell me, I'll kill you right now!"

"Shoot and kill me!"

Deng Jiayong stared at Song Zihao with squinted eyes, reached out and grabbed the body of the gun and stuffed it directly into his mouth, saying vaguely:

"Kill me and avenge Long Si!"

"Shoot!"

Song Zihao gripped the big black star emotionally, pressed his finger on the trigger, and slowly pulled it down.

"Hahaha"

Deng Jiayong raised his head and laughed loudly: "If you beat me to death in this place, can you, Song Zihao, escape?"

"Not only you can't run away, but the crippled horse can't run away either. He has something on his back. With so many people watching, I watched you shoot me to death!"

"And Zhong Wenze, he brought you here, if you beat me to death, wouldn't Zhong Wenze be stained with blood?"

"And your younger brother who rushed to the street, isn't he working at the Saigon Police Station? How long has he been there? He has a lot of cases in his hand, right? Why hasn't he gotten involved yet?"

"what?!"

He asked in a deep voice.

Song Zihao couldn't help but freeze when he heard the words.

"Hahaha"

Seeing Song Zihao's reaction, Deng Jiayong seemed to have fallen into madness, and laughed unscrupulously.

"go to hell!"

Song Zihao's eyes were red, and he pulled the trigger decisively.

"boom!"

The big black star shot out of the barrel.

But Mark Lee grabbed the body of the gun and lifted it up, and the bullet hit the ceiling above his head again.

"cannot!"

Mark Lee looked at Song Zihao and shook his head heavily: "He has to die, but he can't die here."

"You will go in. If you do this, all your previous efforts in prison will be for naught, and you will also implicate Aze and Ajie!"

Both of them knew Zhong Wenze's identity.

If because of this incident, Zhong Wenze's return to the police force will be a little more variable.

As for Song Zijie.

There was a chance of promotion a long time ago, but because Song Zihao was implicated because he was a counterfeit banknote master, he didn't even have the chance of promotion.

"Eh!"

Song Zihao gritted his teeth fiercely, sighed heavily, put away the big black star, gritted his teeth and turned his head away from looking at Deng Jiayong.

"Thank you Brother Hao for raising your hand!"

Deng Jiayong laughed cheaply, and stood up from the sofa holding his nose: "It's still Xiao Ma who understands the truth."

"Scene man!"

"Hahaha"

Deng Jiayong gave Mark Li a thumbs up, laughed and walked out of the booth.

When he walked to Zhong Wenze's side, he suddenly remembered something, reached out and patted Zhong Wenze's shoulder:

"Zhong Sheng values ​​love and righteousness, I have nothing to say about this."

Then the conversation changed:
"If you want to make trouble with money, then I have nothing to say. I am the Shengshi Group that invested money in you and brought you to make a fortune. You don't seem to cherish it."

Deng Jiayong had something to say, he patted Zhong Wenze on the shoulder again, and strode away.

The shipyard has it in hand.

The key position has been established, if Zhong Wenze is unwilling to cooperate with him, then forget it, the big deal is to annex Zhong Wenze's Shengshi Group.

Very simple thing.

"Eh!"

Song Zihao slapped the table, and sighed heavily: "Fourth Uncle stepped back and gave way to the shipyard. I didn't expect that he didn't escape after all."

"Poor Xiaohui."

"Want to avenge him?"

Zhong Wenze raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Zihao: "If you think so, then I'll help you."

"Azer."

Song Zihao looked at Zhong Wenze with some embarrassment: "I"

Zhong Wenze didn't speak, but reached out and patted Song Zihao's shoulder, got up and left.

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Deng Jiayong, who left the North Point ballroom and returned to the villa, had his nose straightened by his private doctor first, and then took out his phone.

"what?"

Deng Jiayong held an ice pack in his hand, and his voice became louder: "Did you see the bodies of Long Si and Xiao Hui at the scene?"

"Yes."

A middle-aged annoyed voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Damn it, the police reported that there were only two corpses at the scene, and they were the two boys who went to pick up Dragon Four."

"But it's not a big problem, Long Si must have died! Under such a dense vitality, no one can survive."

"Trash! Do you believe this kind of words?"

Deng Jiayong's face suddenly darkened: "How the hell do you do things? If Long Si dies, where's his body?"

"Where's the corpse? You tell me that his corpse will run away by itself?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Long Si is definitely not dead!"

Deng Jiayong roared into the microphone: "Now, immediately, immediately arrange for your gang of useless men to go look for it!"

"Long Si is a man who wants to see people alive and dead bodies!"

Done.

He slapped his palm on the table, and the ice pack in his hand was thrown far away, the ice broke and scattered in all directions.

"I'm not looking for it!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was also a little unhappy: "Why are you in a hurry, are you yelling loudly at me here?"

"Assen!"

Deng Jiayong sneered, and his tone sank: "Don't forget, you are the one who betrayed Long Si."

"If Long Si didn't die, if he knew that you betrayed him, would he seek revenge from you?"

A Sen used to be Long Si's confidant and brother, and later fled to the United States directly after Jinpen washed his hands.

Long Si fled to the United States this time, because he contacted Asen. He was very relieved of this former confidant brother, and fully obeyed his arrangements.

who knows.

A Sen had long been bought by Deng Jiayong for 50 US dollars. From the time Long Si took Xiaohui on board, he was already doomed for what happened next.

on the surface.

Asen sent two people to pick up Longsi's father and daughter, but in fact, the six gunmen who forcibly killed Longsi that day were also arranged by Asen.

If it weren't for Long Si's prostatitis, I'm afraid he would have become a corpse now.

Now that the corpses of Long Si and Xiaohui were gone, the result was self-evident, one of them must have survived.

Asen's tone also cooled down: "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm stating a fact."

Deng Jiayong snorted coldly: "If you don't get rid of Long Si, the news that you Asen was bribed by me to kill Long Si will immediately reach Song Zihao's ears."

"I don't need to say more about who Song Zihao is?"

"If Song Zihao knew that Long Si was actually betrayed by his trusted younger brother and plotted against him, would he come to seek revenge on you?!"

"you!"

Arsen paused when he heard the words, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"You're running out of time."

Deng Jiayong waved his hands and directed, "You have to kill Long Si before he can contact Song Zihao."

"Only the dead can shut up!"

Done.

He took a picture of the phone directly.

"Fucking shit!"

Deng Jiayong sat on the sofa with a cold face, frowning and looking at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)