Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 391 Do You Like Using Guns?

"Work?"

Song Zijie looked at Zhong Wenze suspiciously: "Work? What are you doing? Aren't we suspended now?"

He is having fun here now, how can he think about other things.

"Fool!"

Zhong Wenze scolded with a smile: "The ghost is going to hit the street, and he is still suspended. If he said he wanted to suspend you, why don't you let him stop?"

"I think it's fine to be suspended."

Song Zijie shook his head, and said deeply, "It's pretty good as it is now. You can eat, drink, and play. It's very chic."

"roll!"

Zhong Wenze glared at him: "You don't want to play with me for a few days, and the police don't want to do it anymore."

"Let Brother Hao know about this, he must kill me."

"Ajiezi!"

Li Yunxin sat beside Zhong Wenze, blinking her eyes, with a sly look on her face:

"It's okay if you don't want to work. Sister-in-law and I have come up with a new milk tea recently. Can you help me experiment?"

"New product?"

Song Zijie immediately thought of the mysterious milk tea that Li Yunxin made last time, and his head immediately turned into a rattle:

"Forget it, let's talk about business."

"Fall on the street!"

Zhong Wenze cursed with a smile, waved at him, and then leaned into his ear and spoke quickly.

"Okay, I'm going now."

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Yuen Long District.

An apartment in Jingang Garden, Jinshan Road.

indoor.

In broad daylight, the curtains were drawn tightly, and a dim chandelier overhead shone with light.

under the light.

The simple folding table is opened, and various dry food, canned beer, instant noodles, etc. are placed on it.

A middle-aged man was sitting on a stool, smoking a cigarette between his fingers, and his hair was greasy and messy.

soon.

A cigarette is exhausted.

The middle-aged man frowned and snuffed out the cigarette butts in the ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts on his right, pushed away the sundries in front of him, and picked up a canvas bag from under his feet.

Zip open.

There are densely packed gold bags inside, and jewelry comes into view. The jewelry absorbs the light above the head and refracts the light.

The middle-aged man was the lone wolf who took advantage of the chaos and robbed the gold shop that day in Marina Cove Shopping Center in Sai Kung District.

After the robbery is over.

He immediately fled quickly on his motorcycle, turning around several times before escaping to the reserved residence here.

"Tsk tsk."

The middle-aged man looked at the golden jewelry in front of him, and stretched out his hand to grab the gold jewelry with gleam in his eyes. He rubbed the gold with his fingertips, feeling the gold's touch:

"I never thought that one day I could have such a good thing, hahaha"

talking room.

He picked a thick gold chain from the inside, hung it around his neck, and made gestures in the mirror.

Very satisfied.

"Brother Hu's plan is really good."

The middle-aged man tugged at the gold chain around his neck and put it into his clothes: "There are so many bad guys, all of them are like trash, and robbery is effortless."

That day.

They were a group of eight people, seven of whom were responsible for robbing the deposit car of the bank, and the remaining one stayed at Jinhang, waiting for an opportunity to do Jinhang as well.

A smug look flashed across his face.

There was such a big battle, so many policemen, and there were all kinds of micro-shooting and shooting sounds tens of meters away, so I could calmly go in and rob and come out calmly.

How could an ordinary person have the guts to do so?

Even that group of good-for-nothings didn't expect that someone would dare to go in and rob at this juncture, right?
The middle-aged man returned to the folding table, reached out and pulled a bag of gold jewelry, pulled up the zipper, and turned to look at the calendar on the wall.

Today is 24.

On the 26th, they left here.

Meet up with Chen Xianghu and the others at the agreed place, and smuggle back to the mainland together.

"Two more days of grievances."

The middle-aged man went to the simple camp bed and lay down, resting his hands on the back of his head and looking at the mosquito net above his head:
"After returning to the mainland, live a fairy-like life."

There is already a picture in my mind.

The middle-aged man couldn't help showing a smug smile, shaking his legs leisurely, in a good mood.

Just at this time.

"dong dong dong"

There was a very sudden knock on the door.

The middle-aged man's face changed, his body straightened, and he sat up from the bed almost like a conditioned reflex, frowning and looking at the door.

"dong dong dong"

The knocking on the door continued.

"Read the water meter!"

Someone spoke.

The middle-aged man reached out and touched under the pillow, took out a May Fourth pistol in his hand, and tiptoed towards the door.

This house is just one of many temporary accommodations for their team on Hong Kong Island, and the rent is paid for a few months at a time.

It is impossible for someone to read the meter at this time.

The middle-aged man came to the door, turned his head and listened to the wall with his ears pressed against the wall, and there was a faint movement outside.

Then.

There seemed to be the sound of footsteps moving.

Definitely not one or two people.

exposed!

The middle-aged brows frowned all of a sudden.

How could this place of mine be exposed?
"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A series of crisp sounds sounded.

The middle-aged man felt a "thud" in his heart. Don't be too familiar with this sound, it is the sound of a pistol being loaded.

Listen to the scale.

The number of people outside is at least seven.

After thinking briefly for a second, the middle-aged man was not arrogant, and quickly turned back to the folding table, reached out and grabbed the canvas bag on the table, and straddled his body.

Three or two steps to the edge of the window.

The middle-aged man first opened a corner of the curtain, and cautiously lowered his head to look down. The alley was empty, and there was nothing unusual around.

When they choose a house, they have actually considered it. The floor must not be high. Generally, the second floor and the third floor are the best.

Thus.

Once something happens, they can escape through the window without being blocked in the room.

The middle-aged man confirmed that there was no abnormality around him, then pushed open the window and stood up, threw the canvas bag across his chest behind him, grasped the wall outside the window with both hands, and hung his whole body on the window.

then.

He decisively let go of his hands.

The whole body fell quickly for a certain distance, and landed firmly on the tarpaulin on the first floor, then rolled down to the ground, rolled sideways and quickly adjusted its body shape, and got up from the ground.

From the upstairs window to the landing, the whole process took no more than five seconds, and the movements were extremely skillful and extraordinary.

The middle-aged man had just got up from the ground and stood firm, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a person standing under the tarpaulin.

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched his lower back.

"Bah."

[-] has already reached his temple.

"Waiting for you for a long time."

Song Zijie was holding a cigarette in his mouth, clutching a .[-] in his right hand, and commented in a good mood: "Not bad, such a good skill, there really is something."

He was already waiting for him to come down here.

"Shh."

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Song Zijie expressionlessly.

"Here!"

Song Zijie hooked his hands and gestured to the canvas bag that the middle-aged man was carrying: "Give me the canvas bag, or I will beat you to death right now!"

"!"

The middle-aged man didn't speak. After watching him for a while, he took off the canvas bag and threw it to Song Zijie.

Song Zijie reached out to take it.

pull away.

It is full of gold jewelry and jewelry into the line of sight.

"It's quite capable."

Song Zijie closed the zipper of the canvas bag: "One person robbed the gold shop, he is worthy of being the second-generation bannerman."

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but just looked Song Zijie up and down.

upstairs.

An Jie, who broke through the door, rushed to the window with the second group of guys and others, and shouted at Song Zijie, "Song Sir."

"Come down!"

Song Zijie moved forward one point three eight, pressing on the middle-aged temple: "I have already pressed it."

"Poor guy?"

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand that was about to touch his lower back, frowned and looked at Song Zijie's face: "How did you find this place?"

"Is it important?"

Song Zijie threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, looked sideways at the middle-aged man, and then opened the distance between the two: "Raise your hands slowly."

"I ask you, how did you find this place!"

The middle-aged man ignored him, still insisting on his previous question, and shouted loudly: "Say, how did you find this place?!"

"I tell you to shut up!"

Song Zijie looked at the middle-aged man with a fierce look on his face, and his tone became a little higher, pointing at the middle-aged man with guns in both hands: "Raise your hands above your head, or I will shoot!"

"I asked you how you found this place!!"

The middle-aged man remained unmoved, and continued to repeat, staring fixedly at Song Zijie.

"Snapped!"

Sensing a hint of danger, Song Zijie pressed the muzzle of the gun down slightly, and pulled the trigger with his finger on the trigger without any hesitation.

"Shh!"

The middle-aged followed suit.

His right hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the .[-] in front of him, raised the muzzle upwards, and then inserted his index finger into the trigger gap of the .[-].

The half-pulled trigger was held up by the finger and could not be fired.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man took a side step forward, his left side slammed forward into his shoulder with force, and the huge impact made Song Zijie stagger.

follow.

The middle-aged man bent his elbow with his left hand, and pressed his elbow heavily on Song Zijie's abdomen.

"vomit weed!"

Song Zijie only felt a convulsion in his abdomen, and his whole body bowed into a ball reflexively.

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged man raised his foot and kicked it suddenly, and the sole of the size 42 shoe left a mark on his chest again.

under a huge impact.

Song Zijie flew upside down, hit the wall, and then fell to the ground. The canvas bag that was in his hand also fell to the ground.

Point [-] has already dropped his hand and fell to the ground.

The entire countermeasure process of the middle-aged man took only three seconds or so, and a set of movements was extremely smooth and very ferocious.

"Fall on the street!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Song Zijie, who was coughing violently: "The chassis can't stand still, what kind of gun are you holding?"

With a hook of his right foot, he picked up the canvas bag and kicked it up, stretched out his hand to grab it and carried it on his body, tightened the canvas bag tightly, and walked towards the outside quickly.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Song Zijie was lying on the ground, with a flushed face looking like he was going to be middle-aged, he got up from the ground enduring the severe pain in his abdomen, staggered a few steps and rushed to the front of the landing point [-].

Bending down to pick it up.

Muzzle up.

"Shh!"

The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Zijie who was holding the gun again. His legs stopped hard, and he rushed over quickly, as fast as a shell fired from a chamber. He pressed his knee against Song Zijie's abdomen, sending him flying.

At the same time, his right hand snatched the .[-] in his hand, and the gun was turned to point at Song Zijie, and he was about to pull the trigger.

"Sir Song!"

"Brother Jack!"

fork.

Anjie and the guys from the second group just got down when they saw the middle-aged man holding a gun, they subconsciously shouted.

The middle-aged man did not hesitate at all.

Pull the trigger decisively.

"Crack!"

The .[-] hammer is wide open, but it can no longer move in the middle of the volley.

The middle-aged right hand holding the gun was being grabbed by a big hand at this moment.

The scene at this moment is exactly the same as the middle-aged Song Zijie who got stuck and was about to shoot just now. The halfway pulled trigger was blocked by his fingers.

The middle-aged eyelids twitched, looking at the hand that was firmly grasping his right hand, and then turned his head to the right.

A tall young man.

The height of 1.8 meters is very oppressive.

He was wearing a white Oxford shirt.

The facial features are very correct and very temperamental, just like the stars seen in movies.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in disbelief. Wasn't he more than two meters away from him just now?

His explosive speed is even faster than his own!
"Brother Ze!"

"Brother Ze!"

When Anjie and the others saw Zhong Wenze suddenly appearing, their hearts fell instantly.

"I can only smoke a cigarette."

Zhong Wenzeyun looked at the middle-aged man calmly, and said lightly: "You hit my brother like this, isn't it okay?"

"Ah."

The middle-aged man looked at Zhong Wenze, frowning slightly.

"Die on the street!"

Song Zijie, who was able to catch his breath, finally adjusted himself, looked at the middle-aged man with lingering fear, walked up, opened the distance between the two sides, and shouted:

"Aren't you fucking good at fighting? Now my boss is here, and I'll beat you to death every minute!"

It's also a cannonball.

"call!"

The middle-aged breath became heavier, and the hand holding the gun tried to exert force.

But he was tightly suppressed by the young man in front of him, unable to move.

"Still resisting what?"

Zhong Wenze stood still on the spot with his back straight, looking at the middle-aged man: "So many people let you run away here, all of them can go shit."

"rise!"

The middle-aged man let out a loud cry, and suddenly hit Zhong Wenze's abdomen with his left hand.

Zhong Wenze's buttocks turned back, and his whole body was pulled back under the traction of his lower body, easily dodging.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man seized this opportunity, immediately discarded the .[-] in his hand, threw away Zhong Wenze and took a quick step back, and quickly touched the May Fourth on his lower back with his right hand.

"careful!"

Song Zijie saw it clearly, and immediately reminded him.

"Bah!"

Start with May Fourth.

As soon as the middle-aged man raised his gun, he aimed at Zhong Wenze and was about to shoot.

"Bang bang!"

Two muffled sounds.

Zhong Wenze flew forward, kicked his wrist twice quickly with his right foot, and kicked May Fourth into the air.

The bent knee went straight up and hit the middle-aged chin.

"Oh!"

The last kick directly hit the middle-aged man's abdomen, knocking him down to the ground, and he didn't get up for a long time.

The zipper of the canvas bag that was originally slung around his waist was unknowingly opened, and gold and jewelry were scattered all over the floor.

"it is good!"

"Brother Ze is mighty and domineering!"

The group of people applauded again and again, and were impressed by Zhong Wenze's fast skill.

"Cough cough cough."

The middle-aged man coughed violently, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

He lay on the ground like crazy, and put the gold spilled on the ground into the canvas bag.

Zhong Wenze stepped on a gold necklace.

"Get your feet off the ground!"

The middle-aged man was lying on the ground, looking up at Zhong Wenze with red eyes: "Don't touch my things."

in the nostrils.

Two lines of nosebleeds were pouring out, looking bloody.

Zhong Wenze raised his foot, moved with the toe of his shoe, and kicked away the gold necklace under his foot.

The hand that the middle-aged man had originally stretched out to pick up the gold necklace froze in the air.

"Unfortunately."

Zhong Wenze lowered his head and met his gaze: "These are not yours."

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man cursed angrily, punched the ground with his fist, and roared hysterically:

"We have already lived so hard, why, why do you want to stop me."

"Why is everyone fighting against us?"

"Are you worthy of saying such a thing?"

Song Zijie snorted and retorted with a cold snort: "Poor people who grab and smash everywhere with May [-]th pistols? Poor people who kill innocent people at will and trample on other people's lives wantonly?"

"Where is the pity?!"

"Hahaha"

The middle-aged man raised his head and laughed, his eyes filled with contempt: "That's better than you guys who are full of benevolence and morality, and have a human face and a beast's heart."

"Speaking of upholding justice and safeguarding the safety of the citizens of Hong Kong Island, it is faster than anyone else to shoot behind the scenes!"

"Get it."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand, signaling An Jie and the others to hold him down with handcuffs: "Take him back first, then we'll talk about it."

This guy seems to have a split personality.

Say it.

He turned around and greeted Song Zijie, and the two walked to the car: "Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"be honest."

An Jie stepped forward to hold him down, took out the handcuffs and stuck them on his wrists.

Just got stuck with my left hand.

The middle-aged man suddenly resisted, and quickly snatched the .[-] from another guy's waist with his right hand.

"Hold him down!"

An Jie shrank his eyes and roared loudly.

"Die!"

The middle-aged man clutched the gun and pointed the muzzle at Zhong Wenze's back, a look of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

"Shh!"

Zhong Wenze turned around abruptly, his tight legs made a run-up on the spot, and then kicked in the air.

The middle-aged [-] that had just been lifted was kicked upwards.

The .[-] flew into the air, the wheel was wide open, and the six bullets fell from the pulley in the magazine.

Zhong Wenze grabbed the middle-aged man's collar with his backhand, pulling him back who was retreating.

"You like using guns so much?!"

Zhong Wenze looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and grabbed it from the air with his right hand.

Three bullets that fell from the air were caught in his hands.

"Oh!"

Zhong Wenze punched him in the stomach.

"what!"

The middle-aged man suffered from pain, and opened his mouth reflexively.

"You have a hard life?!"

Zhong Wenze opened his right hand, and pressed the palm holding the three bullets into the middle-aged man's mouth:
"Then I'll make your life harder! When you're constipated, think about it, why did the police arrest you!"

"Give me something to eat!"

Zhong Wenze pressed the palm of his hand firmly on his mouth, forcing the bullet into it.

"No, no"

The middle-aged man struggled violently, and the throbbing Adam's apple was finally forcibly swallowed.

"roll!"

Zhong Wenze kicked him to the ground: "Don't blame me for stepping on you if you are short."

"You are the first, Chen Xianghu is the second, neither of you can escape!"

(End of this chapter)