Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 373 Da Da Da Da
"Bah!"

A crisp sound rang out.

As soon as Liang Feifan's fingers held [-], his whole body froze immediately, and the palm holding [-] in the air remained motionless.

above his forehead.

A big black star was pressed against his temple, and the cold barrel of the gun pressed against his temple, which made his skin crawl.

The dark gun barrel gleamed coldly under the light.

"I said, I'm leaving."

The thin middle-aged man had a flat expression, and said in a low voice, "You want to check me?"

behind him.

The same thin, middle-aged man looked down at the two team members with Liang Feifan, and as long as they dared to make any rash moves, they could be dealt with immediately.

As for the fat middle-aged man, he turned around and looked at Zhong Wenze, aiming at the two of them with the big black star in his hand.

"Gudong."

Liang Feifei swallowed hard, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and said falteringly: "My good brother, if you have something to say, don't be impulsive."

Done.

He glared at Zhong Wenze viciously, cursing in his heart, wishing he could kill Zhong Wenze: "Zhong Wenze, you are fucking dead on the street, you have no brains!"

If it hadn't been for Zhong Wenze to forcibly reveal his identity, he would have nothing to do now, let alone being pointed at with a gun.

it's good now.

It's not just me, you're fucking pointed at too.

Let's die together.

The lean middle-aged man said, "Still checking?"

"No, I won't check."

Liang Feifan immediately shook his head in denial, and looked flatteringly at the lean middle-aged man: "This is a misunderstanding, I was just passing by, just passing by, I disarm."

"I surrender, don't be impulsive, I will throw the gun out."

talking room.

He slowly pulled Dian Sanba out from his back waist, and with a friendly expression, he signaled the thin middle-aged man not to be impulsive: "You go, you just go, it has nothing to do with me."

The scene has already been taken by the opponent.

Now Liang Feifan can only let himself show that he is not threatening, so that these people can leave at ease and don't look for him.

The lean, middle-aged man looked at Liang Feifan expressionlessly, his index finger on the trigger gradually began to exert force, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Now that his whereabouts have been discovered, he will definitely be hunted down by the police in the future.

It's not a big problem for these poor guys to die one more and one less.

back table.

An Jie's eyes met Zhong Wenze's, and they exchanged eyes for a while.

Zhong Wenze gave Anjie a look with his eyes, first looked at the table, and then nodded slightly, the palm of his right hand that was holding the chopsticks tightened the chopsticks tightly, pressing both hands on the table, his body tensed gradually.

"Hey!"

Zhong Wenze suddenly yelled to attract the other party's attention.

at the same time.

An Jie exerted force with his extremely tacit hands, and directly lifted the top of the round table away.

The flying table board blocked the two sides.

The chopsticks tightly held by Zhong Wenze's right hand were thrown out forcefully by him, and his fingers even made a huge swinging sound in the air under the strong force:
"Hundred-step flying sword!"

The chopsticks made a sound of breaking through the air, and flew straight to the fat middle-aged man holding a gun.

The moment the chopsticks are thrown.

Zhong Wenze withdrew his body, grabbed a handful of chopsticks, and took advantage of the space where the tabletop hadn't landed to block the opponent's line of sight, bent over and rolled on the spot, and moved to the back of the corridor on one side.

almost the same time.

"Bang bang bang!"

Without any hesitation, the obese middle-aged man quickly pulled the trigger with his fingers, and fired at Zhong Wenze's position repeatedly, shooting quickly.

Both shots missed.

The third shot followed, but stopped abruptly.

"Pfft!"

A muffled sound.

The sound of skin being pierced sounded.

Between the index finger and middle finger of the obese middle-aged gun-wielding right hand, black chopsticks were inserted directly along the finger gap, piercing the flesh and getting stuck into the phalanx.

under severe pain.

The middle-aged man couldn't hold the gun, and the big black star fell to the ground.

No one could figure it out.

How did the round-headed chopsticks pierce the flesh?

The sudden and strange scene made the trio of gangsters unable to react for a while. They were stunned for about half a second, and the lean middle-aged man pulled the trigger on Liang Feifan without hesitation.

Liang Feifei's ghost was terrified. The moment he saw Zhong Wenze's shot, the [-] he had originally handed out stopped, and immediately rolled over to the side.

The two police officers who were with him still had some combat experience, and they also aimed at the back of the drink pile with a clear goal, looking for cover immediately.

"Boom!"

The lean middle-aged man pulled the trigger without hesitation, aiming at Liang Feifan.

Two consecutive gunshots.

The first shot hit the tiles on the wall, sending sparks flying.

The second shot hit Liang Feifan's thigh directly, and blood spurted out.

"what!"

Liang Feifei screamed, endured the severe pain and scrambled to hide behind the pile of drinks, grabbed the .

"Zhong Wenze, you really killed your mother."

under severe pain.

Liang Feifei's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth and cursed loudly: "The undercover is going to the street, let's put your brains to Shabi! There are so many marine police who failed to catch them, what the hell are you talking about!"

Although he was cursing, he didn't stop, he fired all the .[-] bullets in one breath, and after briefly suppressing the opponent, he panted heavily to replace the bullets.

Zhong Wenze hid behind the wall of the aisle, curled his lips in disdain when he heard Liang Feifan's cursing, and ignored him, but tightened his chopsticks to observe the situation outside.

The gangster trio is equally experienced.

After shooting, he also immediately found a place to hide for himself, divided the tasks without saying a word, and managed them accurately.

After a brief firefight.

The lobby of the hotel fell into an eerie silence. The personnel from both sides fought each other, and no one made a move first.

The thin man spoke Vietnamese, frowned and looked at the black chopsticks stuck between the fingers of the fat middle-aged man, panted heavily and asked quickly: "How is it?"

"Master!"

The fat, middle-aged man's fingers trembled. Looking at the chopsticks that were pierced a few centimeters in length, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the chopsticks, spattering blood.

"call out!"

The sound of breaking through the air sounded again.

"boom!"

A black chopstick plunged into the side of the table where the two were avoiding, and the blunt chopsticks forcibly penetrated deeply into the wooden tabletop, making a "buzzing" sound.

and then.

The second half of the chopsticks broke directly, fell to the ground and rolled twice.

"Someone knows kung fu."

The lean middle-aged man had heard of Chinese Kungfu a long time ago. Seeing this scene, he no longer had any doubts, and directly gave the order: "Let's go!"

Without any hesitation, he raised his gun and aimed at Zhong Wenze's hiding place, and fired rhythmically to suppress the firepower. At the same time, he quickly ran out the door with the fat middle-aged man.

The other lean man had a tacit understanding and stretched out his hand to push open the glass door of the hotel. At the same time, he turned around and shot as a cover to prevent a sneak attack from behind.

The bullets splashed sparks in the small space of the hotel, full of deterrence, and no one dared to show their heads rashly.

In this situation.

Compared with the opposite side, the quality gap between the two team members led by Liang Feifei became apparent.

Two of his team members were not injured, but they just shrank behind the pile of drinks and did not dare to shoot.

The soda sprayed after being pierced by bullets already made their hearts tremble, let alone shoot their heads, and they could only watch the other party go out.

"gun!"

Zhong Wenze took a look from behind the wall, and seeing that they were about to leave, he said to Liang Feifan and the others, "Give me the gun!"

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Liang Feifei covered the wound on his thigh with sweat on his forehead, and glared at Zhong Wenze: "You are like a fucking mad dog, please don't do it again."

At this moment, after Liang Feifei was injured, he couldn't raise his combat effectiveness at all.

He had come down to gild to refresh his resume.

He is good at taking credit for meritorious service, but he would definitely not rush forward with his life if he made meritorious service.

Especially after being shot in the thigh, he just wanted to avoid this wave of people and let them go quickly, and then contact the best hospital to treat the leg, so as not to delay the opportunity of treatment.

"You're an idiot, don't you want your life for the credit!"

Liang Feifei glared at Zhong Wenze and yelled, "If you are beaten to death, you will die. If they come back to kill me, I will fuck you!"

"boom!"

Before Liang Feifei finished speaking, the soda bottle beside him was pierced by chopsticks, and the steaming soda sprayed his face.

Zhong Wenze shouted again: "Give me the gun!"

"Swish"

The sound of guns rubbing against the ground followed.

The three .[-]s slid from Liang Feifan's team to Zhong Wenze and An Jie's side almost at the same time, and the three moved in unison without any hesitation.

The chopsticks Zhong Wenze threw made them tremble.

They were afraid that if they hesitated again, Zhong Wenze, who was eager for merit, would silence him.

"Crack!"

Zhong Wenze picked up the starting point [-], spread out the wheel to check the firearm, closed the magazine after confirming that it was correct, and turned the muzzle to face the hall.

An Jie did almost the same operation as him, and the gun was exposed after the inspection.

in the hall.

The trio of gangsters flashed, and they had already opened the door and went out.

"Da da da"

Zhong Wenze made a run-up, bent down and rushed out, stretching his hands forward during the run, and slid his whole body on the floor towards the door.

The alley outside the hotel.

The gangster trio quickly ran to the outside.

The thin man was in charge of breaking the back, walking backwards and staring at the door of the hotel.

suddenly.

He only felt a dark shadow appearing from the door of the hotel.

The man pulled the trigger at the door almost subconsciously, but aimed at the height of a normal person standing.

"boom!"

After one shot.

Only then did the man come to his senses, and then shot again at Zhong Wenze, who was lying on the ground.

Zhong Wenze, who slid out of the ground, held the gun in his right hand, aimed at the three-point line and fired directly. At the same time, his left hand holding the glass door panel exerted force again, pulling himself back.

With this shot, he rushed for the vital point, hoping to kill him with one shot.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two shots were fired.

The glass door shattered.

The thin man's neck was hit by .[-], and blood spattered out.

He trembled a bit, covered his neck with his left hand, and fired repeatedly at the entrance of the hotel completely relying on willpower.

"Bang bang bang!"

A shuttle bullet finished.

The skinny man fell to the ground, between the fingers of his left hand holding his neck, bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers, his body twitched non-stop.

The lean, middle-aged man looked back at the thin man, and immediately became anxious. He shot a few shots at the door of the hotel sideways, then bent down and dragged him to the corner.

"The third one!"

The lean middle-aged man roared in a low voice, took off his T-shirt and wrapped it around his neck indiscriminately.

"Cough ho."

The third child wanted to open his mouth to speak, but his throat and trachea were blocked by blood, so he couldn't speak at all. He grabbed the thin middle-aged man's palm vigorously, and then tilted his head to look at Zhong Wenze's position.

The palm followed and slipped off.

When his head was tilted, he lost his breath.

"Fuck you!"

The lean middle-aged man cursed, replaced a magazine with red eyes, then threw the replaced .[-] to the fat middle-aged man, got up and walked towards the restaurant with a canvas bag in his hand.

The fat man followed behind him with a gun in his left hand.

Hotel entrance.

Anjie held the [-] with both hands and stood close to the door. With the [-] sideways and beside his face, he carefully looked outside with his head.

"boom!"

The bullet hit the wall and exploded near his ear, splashing sparks and gravel on his face.

"Fall on the street!"

Anjie cursed, shook his head and looked at Zhong Wenze: "They're calling back."

"Bang bang bang!"

Outside.

Gunshots followed one after another.

The fat man held a gun in his left hand, and shot randomly without any accuracy. The trigger in his hand kept pulling, and he suppressed the firepower at the door of the hotel as he walked.

on his side.

The lean middle-aged man put the canvas bag across his waist, unzipped the zipper and took out a black submachine gun, followed by another magazine, and stuck it in.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bullets being loaded.

The lean middle-aged man pulled the bolt, held the submachine gun with both hands, suppressed the muzzle of the gun in front of him, and pulled the trigger to the end at the entrance of the hotel.

"Grass, slightly flush!"

Zhong Wenze, who was hiding at the door on the right and was just about to poke his head, saw this scene, yelled at An Jie, immediately retracted his body, and pressed against the wall tightly.

An Jie got the warning, and immediately got out of the way behind the glass and hid behind the wall.

"Da da da da."

There was a rapid and piercing micro-shooting sound.

The lean man held the micro punch in both hands and crazily hugged the fire, directly suppressing the fire, and the whole person was like a madman, roaring and firing.

The tongue of flame from the muzzle of the micro-impact gun sprayed out, and the sprayed bullets wreaked havoc everywhere they went.

The glass door of the hotel was vulnerable under the dancing flames, and it collapsed into countless fragments and collapsed to the ground.

Zhong Wenze and An Jie hid on both sides of the corner of the door, one on the left and one on the right. Their bodies were tightly pressed against the wall, and their arms protected their heads from the splashing glass slag.

"Da da da"

A lean middle-aged man appeared at the door.

The microcharger he held in both hands roared, and the shell casings that jumped out of the air splashed around him, bounced on the ground a few times and landed on both sides of his body.

Under the sweep.

The tables and chairs in the house splashed pieces of sawdust under the sweep of the bullets, the bowls and chopsticks flew around and bounced, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

The piles of soda drinks were like paper in front of Weichong, the soda juice splashed, and the cartons exploded into pieces, riddled with holes.

After a few seconds.

The lean middle-aged man stared at the hotel with squinted eyes, unloaded the empty magazine and threw it away, and took out a magazine from the canvas bag to replace it.

The obese middle-aged man stood by his side, holding a gun on guard.

"Hahaha"

Liang Feifan's laughter resounded.

He who had just changed his location and hid behind the corner of the corridor, witnessed the scene of the soda pile splashing from the original hiding place, and his mentality exploded: "Zhong Wenze, you are so fucking dead, you are fucking dead!"

"I told you not to chase, it's all right now, they're back, you just wait to die, let's all die together!"

In the face of absolute fire suppression.

In this round of micro-shooting, Liang Feifan's heart was directly defeated, and he was full of despair. He glanced at the remaining [-] on the ground and laughed at himself.

Thirty-eight?
[-] is a scum in front of Weichong!

In the innermost toilet.

Li Yunxin clenched her fingers tightly, her knuckles turned white, and she looked worried.

Doorway.

"Crack!"

The lean middle-aged man pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet, glanced around the empty room, holding the micro-charge with a blank expression on his face, stepping on the bullet casings under his feet, and walked into the restaurant step by step.

His muzzle swayed from side to side, aiming at the positions on both sides of the door.

"call"

Zhong Wenze took a deep breath, looked at An Jie, and tried to probe.

"Da da da"

There was a burst of fire.

Sparks splashed on the wall.

Zhong Wenze withdrew his body, turned his head left and right to quickly scan the room, and landed on the window behind him.

"Anjie!"

Zhong Wenze shouted angrily, looked at Anjie and looked at him solemnly, "Can you trust me?!"

follow.

He stretched out his hand and made a quick gesture, indicating that Anjie would shoot to attract fire for a while, and jumped out of the window by himself.

An Jie stared at Zhong Wenze, clenched his hands and nodded [-], let out a heavy breath, and then nodded seriously.

Doorway.

The footsteps were getting closer.

"three!"

Zhong Wenze stretched out three fingers on his left hand, and then retracted one.

"two!"

"one!"

An Jie stared at Zhong Wenze's finger, and with the last finger retracted, he lowered the muzzle of the gun and turned sideways to the door, quickly pulled the trigger, and fired a quick burst.

Zhong Wenze stepped back, stared at his tightly gripped legs, and jumped out of the window.

"Da da da"

The sound of micro-shooting and strafing sounded.

The lean middle-aged man frantically pulled the trigger on where Anjie was standing, and at the same time accelerated to charge inside.

After Anjie fired two shots, he couldn't continue to shoot under the strong firepower, so he could only retreat quickly from the wall.

The footsteps outside the door became faster and faster.

"Da da da"

Where the bullets swept across, bullet holes were left on the wall, and pieces of rubble were thrown up.

next second.

Micro Chong reached into the doorway.

The gun was pointed at Anjie.

this moment.

An Jie's heart suddenly stopped beating, and there was a sudden pause.

In the eyes.

The thin, middle-aged face was already exposed, with a ferocious and cold-blooded expression.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two loud gunshots sounded outside the house.

The obese middle-aged man who was originally in charge of vigilance saw Zhong Wenze jumping out of the window, but the big black star that was raised in front of him was about to shoot but was a step too late.

A cloud of blood exploded from his chest, and his heavy body collapsed heavily on the ground, making a dull crashing sound.

Followed by.

The lean, middle-aged body trembled, and a cloud of blood burst from his head.

He looked at Anjie in the corner, and wanted to pull the trigger, but his fingers were extremely heavy, and he couldn't pull it no matter what.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The rapid gunfire sounded again.

The lean, middle-aged body continued to tremble, and blood mist exploded from his back one after another.

His face was pale, and he turned around unsteadily, and saw Zhong Wenze holding a gun, and the .[-] in his hand was facing him.

The man who knows Chinese Kung Fu chose to use a gun.

"Pfft."

The lean middle-aged body fell to the ground without a sound.

(End of this chapter)