Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 138
"Hem home shovel!"

Lian Haodong looked at the place where the eight-faced Buddha and their van escaped with a livid face, and said coldly with gloomy eyes:
"Ji Bu, it's not your turn to say such sarcastic remarks."

"I'm not talking sarcastic."

Ji Bu stepped in front of Lian Haodong and looked at him with burning eyes: "You must give me an explanation for this matter!"

"I asked you to do things, so many people can't stop an Eight-faced Buddha?!"

He pointed at the entrance of the chaotic nightclub: "If I read correctly, someone sent a message to the Eight-faced Buddha later, right?!"

Ji Bu reached out and pulled Lian Haodong's shirt collar, dragged him to him, and roared loudly:
"Why did the Eight-faced Buddha find out that there was a fraud tonight before you did it?! Why?!"

Lian Haodong gritted his teeth, trying to break free from Ji Bu's pull, but he couldn't break free, he clenched his teeth and did not speak.

"Fuck you, mother!"

Ji Bu pushed Lian Haodong back, without looking at the staggering Lian Haodong: "There are ghosts here, there are ghosts!"

"Who else knows about tonight's plan? Who didn't show up?! Why would the people of the Eight-faced Buddha know that this matter is fraudulent?!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Ji Bu pointed at Lian Haodong with a cold face, gritted his teeth and said, "If the Eight-faced Buddha can't be caught, it will ruin my business. Wait for death, you idiots!!"

"Dirty!"

Lian Haodong spat to the side unwillingly, and scolded in a deep voice: "You bring the Eight-faced Buddha over tonight."

"Brother!"

Ah Zou clutched his shot arm with a painful expression, and before Lian Haodong finished speaking, he took two steps forward with a strong desire to survive:
"I'm fine. Things are done seamlessly. It's impossible for the Eight-faced Buddha to know about it."

Lian Haodong looked at Ah Wu with cold eyes and said nothing, the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were obvious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Where's Ah Fa that I shot last time?!"

Ji Bu frowned, and came to Lian Haodong again: "Why didn't Ah Fa participate in this matter tonight? He didn't show up!"

"I overwhelmed him, did Ah Fa do this! He just wants to sabotage!"

He stretched out his hand again and grabbed Lian Haodong, emotionally: "Fuck you, hand me Ah Fa! I want to ask him face to face!"

"Let go!"

The veins in Lian Haodong's neck were protruding, and he tried to push Ji Bu away with his arms, but he couldn't break free at all:

"Grass, I tell you to relax!"

"Hand over Ah Fa!"

Ji Bu gritted his teeth and growled, not letting go at all.

"Grass!"

Ah Heng on the side stepped forward and was about to reach out to help Lian Haodong, but was pointed at his forehead by Mark Lee standing next to him with a gun.

This time.

Loyal horse boys gathered around one after another, and the scene immediately became stalemate.

"Boss."

A Ji looked at this posture, and rarely spoke to the side to persuade him: "We don't understand this matter for the time being, the most urgent thing is to catch the eight-faced Buddha back."

"Humph!"

Ji Bu glanced at A Ji, thought for a while, let go of Lian Haolong with a cold snort, and scolded in a cold voice:
"You'd better give me an explanation for this matter! If the Eight-faced Buddha's matter is not handled well, hehe."

"Oh shit!"

Lian Haodong spat, and straightened his chaotically wrinkled collar: "Ji Bu, you're so fucking hot!"

Since I was a child, except for my brother Lian Haolong, no one has dared to hold his collar like this. He was grabbed by Ji Bu twice in one night, like a little chicken, how upset he was to be rapped.

"The Eight-faced Buddha's matter is not over yet. He can't escape. I will naturally solve this matter. You don't need to worry about it!"

There seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes, which could not be vented:
"As for whether Ah Fa has any problems, it's not your turn to ask. We know if he has any problems, so we don't need to give you an explanation!"

"It's better!"

Ji Bu sneered, and looked around: "Damn it, then I'll just wait for you to give me an explanation."

Done.

With a wave of his hand, he quickly left the scene with Ma Keli and A Ji.

on the road.

Several cars shuttled quickly on the road.

The Eight-faced Buddha's people fled quickly in the van, and in the cars behind, Luo Tianhong led the people to bite them tightly.

"Bang bang bang!"

From time to time, someone leaned out of the car and fired guns at the car in front, but there was no substantial effect or benefit.

"Oh shit."

Luo Tianhong coldly glanced at the van in front of him with the gas pedal fully pulled out, unfastened his seat belt, and stretched his hand behind:
"give me!"

back seat.

Ma Zai pulled out a canvas bag from under the seat, unzipped it, pulled out an M-16 rifle from it, and handed it to Luo Tianhong.

This is his special firearm.

Luo Tianhong took the rifle and unloaded the magazine, and the horse boy behind him immediately handed over the 5.56 bullets.

He looked coldly at the van that was fleeing fast in front of him, and he took the yellow bullets, and pressed them into the magazine one by one.

"Crack!"

Pull the grab double, push the bullet into the chamber.

"Speed ​​up!"

The car accelerated, and the distance between the two cars was quickly shortened.

Luo Tianhong leaned out half of his body, squinted at the van in front of him with guns in both hands, and pressed the muzzle down to aim at the rear of the car:

"Keep speed!"

The wind was so strong that it blew his blue three-quarter hairstyle backwards.

"Da da da"

Luo Tianhong squinted at the van entering the machine sight, and directly pulled the trigger, and the muzzle ejected flames from the jumping bullet casings.

The unleashed bullets swept across the body of the van, splashing countless sparks, and the fragile car glass was torn by the bullets and directly collapsed into countless pieces.

Just a moment.

A shuttle of bullets went straight to empty.

"Oh!"

A blast.

The tires of the van exploded under the sweep, and the vehicle lost control and immediately snaked on the road.

"Brother Tianhong is mighty!"

"Mighty and domineering!"

The horses in the car immediately clapped their hands and applauded!
Luo Tianhong retracted his body, threw the rifle to Ma Zai behind him, glanced at the out-of-control van in front of him, and dismissed it.

"Oh!"

Another bang.

The van, which was decelerating out of control, finally lost control and hit the roadside roadbed. The people in the van quickly got out of the car and fled towards the road up the mountain.

"Chase chase chase!"

The car behind quickly caught up, and with the advantage of the car, they quickly surrounded the people in an abandoned factory building.

Twenty or so people surrounded the dozen or so Burmese boys in the middle, and slowly surrounded them and gradually narrowed the encirclement.

The eight-faced Buddha's men and horses held machetes and steel pipes in a defensive posture, and retreated as the encirclement narrowed.

"Hack them!"

With a loud roar, the loyal and righteous younger brothers charged, and the two groups collided instantly, and the whole factory immediately became chaotic.

outside the plant.

The car stopped.

Luo Tianhong opened the door and got out of the car, glanced at the people from both sides fighting together in the factory building, turned around and took out the Eight-faced Han Sword from the car.

"Brother Tianhong!"

Ma Zai walked up quickly, leaned close to his side and said quickly: "The guns have arrived, let's deal with them directly."

"There are my brothers in it."

Luo Tianhong took a deep breath, raised the bluish-blue bangs hanging from his forehead, shook his head and said lightly:
"They don't use guns, and neither do we."

Done.

He stepped forward and walked towards the chaotic factory building. The Eight-faced Han sword in his right hand dragged on the ground, leaving a faint mark.

Luo Tianhong took the lead, watching the two sides fighting together in the chaotic factory building, and rushed in with his legs speeding up.

The eight-faced Han sword was out of its sheath in his hand.

"clang"

The Eight-faced Han sword made a little metallic trembling sound, and the sharp blade shone coldly under the light.

Holding the Han sword in Luo Tianhong's hand, his whole body instantly entered another state. The Han sword also seemed to have spirituality, and he was invincible with the wave of his palm.

"Push!"

The Han sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and under Luo Tianhong's control, it quickly slashed at the bodyguard holding the knife in front of him.

The eight-faced Han sword slashed across, and the bodyguard's four fingers holding the knife were neatly cut off, and the machete fell to the ground and lost its combat power instantly.

The bodyguards of the Eight-faced Buddha saw that Luo Tianhong had entered the game, and turned their targets to attack Luo Tianhong.

Luo Tianhong was agile and able to maneuver through the crowd with ease, and his strike speed was so fast that the Han sword was integrated into one body like his extended limbs, and every time the Han sword thrust out, one person could be taken away.

"Push."

"Push."

The bodyguard didn't have time to react, he just felt a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, followed by a trace of coldness from his neck, spurting blood spurted out from his neck, and he fell to the ground directly.

Just a moment.

A team of 13 lost four in an instant.

"Grass mud horse!"

The leader of the bodyguard knocked down one person with a knife, turned his head to look at his subordinates who had been knocked down one after another, and chopped down Luo Tianhong's head with a machete.

"clang!"

Luo Tianhong blocked the horizontal sword, the sharp blade collided with the blade, sparks sputtered faintly.

"Grass!"

The right hand of the middle-aged head of the bodyguard holding the knife exerted force and pressed down hard, his eyes widened and he looked at Luo Tianhong: "It's not good to chop my brother like a vegetable?!"

"Humph!"

Luo Tianhong raised his chin extremely proudly, and gave him a cold sideways glance: "You are no exception!"

As his voice fell.

"Shh!"

Luo Tianhong turned the hilt of the sword slightly, and the Eight-Faced Han Sword tilted accordingly, directly sliding the blade of the machete off.

He raised his foot and kicked at the opponent's abdomen, and the middle-aged man's reaction speed was also very fast, his waist shrank back, his hands holding the knife exerted force, and the sharp blade of the machete directly slashed at Luo Tianhong's kicked right foot.

"Ding"

Luo Tianhong stuck the sword in his right hand directly above the ground, using the blade of the sword as a support and force point to forcibly restrain the kicked right foot.

The blade of the machete almost cut off against his trousers.

"Humph!"

Luo Tianhong snorted coldly, clenched the hilt of the Han sword tightly with his right hand, the body of the sword bent slightly under the tremendous pressure, stomped on the ground with his left heel, and jumped straight into the air, the Han sword raised to strike the middle-aged man cut down.

Extremely fast.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead, and quickly drew his knife to block.

"clang!"

The sound of sharp metal collisions sounded.

around.

The two sides who were still fighting together stopped unconsciously, looking at the two people in the field.

field center.

Luo Tianhong looked at the middle-aged man expressionlessly, raised the Han sword and slashed down again, the speed was even faster.

Under the powerful force and speed.

The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead while holding a knife to block while backing back again and again, and instantly entered a defensive state.

"Your Majesty!"

Luo Tianhong shouted loudly, and slashed down with his sword again, the middle-aged man hastily blocked it, who knew that Luo Tianhong turned from slashing to stabbing at such a high speed.

The Han sword pierced directly into the middle-aged chest like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

Luo Tianhong's hand holding the sword lifted vigorously, the sharp blade cut open the middle-aged man's chest in an instant, and the blade of the sword flew upwards directly to the middle-aged man's machete, flying into the air.

The Eight-Faced Han Sword galloped down, slashing at the middle-aged man's right arm.

"Push!"

Amidst the dull sound, the middle-aged little arm was neatly cut off, and the sprayed blood mist sprayed into the air, and the blood mist directly stained the vacuum belt in front of him red.

"jingle."

The machete that flew into the air fell to the ground.

"what!"

The screams of the middle-aged man resounded over the factory building, and he fell to the ground with his arms covered, his face bloodless.

"Gudong."

The bodyguards of the Eight-faced Buddha witnessed the whole process, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The boss who thought he could be evenly matched did not last even a minute in Luo Tianhong's hands.

"The big guy is mighty!"

The loyal horse boys climbed up with momentum as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Next.

The whole scene is well controlled.

Not half a minute.

The remaining nine people all knelt down with their heads in their hands, no longer resisting.

"Fall on the street!"

Luo Tianhong wiped the blood on the sword with a towel, quickly glanced at the few people in front of him, and after scanning around, his brows were directly knit together:
"Where is the eight-faced Buddha?"

Among the crowd, there was no figure of the Eight-faced Buddha.

All the bodyguards looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke.

"you!"

Luo Tianhong's expression turned gloomy and cold, he kicked the bodyguard in front of him to the ground, and pointed his sword at his face: "Where is the Eight-faced Buddha?!"

"He wasn't in the same car as us at all."

The bodyguard shivered, and explained quickly: "He left the door of the nightclub in a car, and separated from us not long after he drove out."

"what?!"

Luo Tianhong's expression froze, realizing something was wrong.

only.

Now I know that it is too late, and 10 minutes have passed before and after, and the Eight-faced Buddha must have disappeared long ago.

"Hem home shovel!"

Luo Tianhong gritted her teeth and cursed, turned around and walked out quickly, picked up her mobile phone and reported the situation to Lian Haodong immediately.

"what?!"

Lian Haodong's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition hit him: "The Eight-faced Buddha is not in the car, so where did he go?!"

"Look, you must find him for me. If the Eight-faced Buddha can't be found, we can't explain to Brother Long!!"

"Ok."

"Oh shit!"

Lian Haodong hung up the phone and walked back and forth in the hall restlessly.

If the Eight-faced Buddha is not caught, it will never be caught again. If Lian Haolong finds out about it, he will have to be scolded again.

Lian Haodong is a good gambler, and he often gambles outside on weekdays, but his poker skills and luck are not good, and he loses more than wins.

and so.

He often owed money outside, played cards back and forth and lost a lot, and sometimes he didn't have enough money to pay directly to his brother Lian Haolong.

Lian Haolong knew that he had taught him a lot in the future, so Lian Haolong looked down upon him in the first place, if this matter goes wrong tonight, he will inevitably be scolded again.

"Damn you!"

Lian Haodong slammed his fist on the table, gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. He looked at the front with dark eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother!"

Ah Zou pushed away the private doctor who was taking out the bullet and stitched up the needle for him to bandage himself, and moved closer to Lian Haodong:
"It's really strange tonight."

Originally according to their script, after receiving the Eight-faced Buddha at the airport, the big black star was given to them with an empty bag, and the Eight-faced Buddha did not have any doubts at all.

What was originally a sure thing, was messed up because of the two bodyguards who rushed in with guns at the end.

"Someone must have leaked the news!"

Ah Hou's lips turned white, and he squinted at Lian Haodong: "Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to mess things up, how could the Eight-faced Buddha and the others run away!"

Lian Haodong frowned and raised his eyelids to look at Ah Wu.

"Could it be."

Ah Wu noticed Lian Haodong's eyes, and cautiously probed, "Could it be Ji Bu's fault?!"

"What do you think?"

Lian Haodong asked back.

"It doesn't make sense."

Ah Zhe pondered for a while, then shook his head: "Ji Bu and the others have been with us all along, and they don't know the whereabouts of the Eight-faced Buddha at all, so there's no reason to know."

"Ah."

Lian Haodong had already made his own judgment: "So?"

"Forehead"

Ah Zou licked his lips, but didn't speak.

"Oh shit!"

Lian Haodong heaved a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and said, "The shoveler Ah Fa, you fucking love fighting with me so much?!"

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the other side.

Ma Zai drove the car and headed quickly towards the Baishawan pier. Wu Fei sat on the co-pilot and stared at the inner rearview mirror.

back seat.

The middle-aged bodyguard was panting heavily, speaking a Burmese dialect that the flies could not understand, and was quickly communicating with the Eight-faced Buddha.

Suddenly.

The Eight-faced Buddha saw the flies staring at him from time to time in the rearview mirror, and then he recalled it and became vigilant: "Who are these two people?!"

"he?"

The middle-aged bodyguard glanced at Wufly, and quickly explained the origin of Wufly and what happened tonight: "He is the Number Gang"

The middle-aged man spoke very fast, and there was even a hint of complacency and credit in his words.

tonight.

If he hadn't gotten the news of Wu Fei and let people in, the Eight-faced Buddha might have been folded in the nightclub.

The Eight-faced Buddha frowned when he heard the words, maintaining a skeptical attitude.

He tried to press the door button, but the car was already locked and could not be opened at all.

co-pilot.

Wu Fei sat on the seat, although Wu Fei couldn't understand what they said, but after noticing the eyes of the Eight-faced Buddha, he guessed something.

"Eight-faced Buddha!"

Crowfly showed a smirk, pulled the clasp and took out two black stars from inside, and pointed the muzzle of the black hole at the two of them:
"About who I am, Two Guns will give the answer!!"

"Grass!"

The middle-aged eyelids twitched, looking at the crow with the gun, he cursed: "Fuck you."

"boom!"

Crowfly pulled the trigger directly, and the bullet hit the middle-aged man's arm, directly bursting into a cloud of blood.

"Do it all for me!"

Wu Fei scolded in a cold voice, and kept a distance from the muzzle of Hei Dongdong's gun at the two of them, and said with a sneer:

"Pujiezi, believe me when I say it's the Number Gang."

"Pretty boy."

The corners of the Eight-faced Buddha's eyes shrank, and he said with an unchanged expression: "Is there some misunderstanding between us, I don't know you."

"To shut up!"

Wu Fei tightened the big black star in his hand, warning: "Don't talk to me, or I will shoot you to death!"

Wu Fei's heart is very clear.

It took Ji Bu a lot of thought to catch the Eight-faced Buddha, and the Eight-faced Buddha is definitely not something he can deal with.

and so.

In order to prevent the Eight-faced Buddha from doing some tricks, and the person who got it ran away again, Wu Ying simply stopped talking to the Eight-faced Buddha.

I can't play with the Eight-faced Buddha, but as long as I don't contact him, don't talk to him, and keep an eye on him, there will be no mistakes.

This is the great wisdom of Crowfly as a human being.

really.

Eight-faced Buddha originally wanted to talk to the crow, trying to find a chance to fight back, but the crow didn't give him any chance at all.

Putting a distance away, aiming the two guns at the same point, and the fact that Wu Fei shot directly at a disagreement just now, made the Eight-faced Buddha give up the idea in his heart.

After half an hour.

Baishawan Pier.

On the coastal road, a car drove over quickly, and after it stopped by the side of the road, Wu Fei jumped out of the car.

Holding the big black star in his right hand, he swung the muzzle of the gun towards the inside of the car: "Hold your head in your hands, come down, be honest, don't play tricks on me!"

"Pretty boy."

The Eight-faced Buddha was sitting in the back seat, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the big black star was directly on his head:

"Shi Hugui, do you want me to shoot your head off before you come down?!"

"..."

The Eight-faced Buddha gritted his teeth, and obediently jumped out of the car, and walked to the seaside on the beach under the escort of Wufly.

seaside.

Ji Bu stood facing the sea, and the sea breeze blew his clothes.

By the side.

A Ji and Ma Keli leaned against the huge rock and smoked cigarettes. They glanced at the Eight-faced Buddha and his bodyguard, but did not speak.

"Boss."

Wu Fei kicked the Eight-faced Buddha over: "The man has brought it back."

"Nice job."

Ji Bu praised with a smile, turned around and looked at the Eight-faced Buddha, "Eight-faced Buddha, we finally met."

"Jib?!"

After seeing Ji Bu, the Eight-faced Buddha suddenly realized.

He knew Lin Kun very well, and naturally he also knew the layout of Lin Kun. As Lin Kun's disciple, Ji Bu had already been investigated by the Eight-faced Buddha.

"It seems that you have already investigated me."

Ji Bu looked up and down the Eight-faced Buddha with a smile: "I have spent a lot of thought to catch you. From Tan Cheng last time to Zhong Xinyi this time, I finally invited you here."

He stepped forward, walked in front of the Eight-faced Buddha, and looked down at him: "I've put so much effort into grasping] Please come here, you won't let me down, right?"

"Ha ha."

The Eight-faced Buddha laughed hoarsely, looked at Ji Bu several times, and then took out the cigar in his inner pocket:
"Not bad, I finally saw the level of Lin Kun's disciples today. I really have some brains, and I didn't embarrass Lin Kun."

Eight-faced Buddha is not stupid.

After seeing Ji Bu, he also understood Wei Lai completely in his heart. He basically knew everything that happened tonight.

"Thank you for the compliment, I am very happy."

Ji Bu nodded reservedly, rubbed his chin and looked at the Eight-faced Buddha: "If Brother Kun knows that you give him such a high evaluation, he will be very happy."

"Ha ha."

The Eight-faced Buddha sucked heavily on his cigar, and the smoke he exhaled was blown away by the sea breeze. He didn't answer, and continued on his own:
"Just one person can fish in troubled waters. It seems that everything about Haodong tonight is in your plan."

"However, I'm a little curious. How much bargaining chips did you take out to make the Eagles give up and I will cooperate with you like this."

During this trip to Hong Kong Island, even though the Eight-faced Buddha was on guard in his heart and kept a hand, he was still tricked by Ji Bu.

"How much chips did I take out?!"

Ji Bu shook his head with a half-smile, and said solemnly: "You have misunderstood me. I don't like to give anything when I do things, so how can I talk about bargaining chips?"

"I have always convinced people with virtue. Perhaps the Eagles chose to cooperate with me because they saw my high morals and prestige."

"Hmph, it's kind of interesting."

Eight-faced Buddha chuckled, but accepted all this calmly: "Tell me, what do you want."

He understood that since Lian Haodong and the others made a move, he would definitely die tonight, but Ji Bu spent so much effort to get himself out, it must be his own idea.

Not surprisingly.

Jibu's goal should be the Eagles.

"Whatever I want, you should be clear in your heart."

Ji Bu sniffed, looked up at the starry night above his head: "From another angle, you should thank me, I saved you, didn't I?"

"If it wasn't for me, you would have been killed by Lian Haodong and the others."

"Too."

Eight-faced Buddha smiled, and flicked the ashes of his cigar: "You want to know who the eagle is, I can tell you, but I have a premise."

"What premise?"

"You get rid of Zhongxinyi!"

The Eight-faced Buddha looked at Ji Bu with burning eyes, and the face that was still smirking turned cold, and there was no more smile:
"The eagle is on the street. If I hadn't taken the risk to cooperate with him these years, Zhongxinyi would not have developed so fast."

"It's good now, he threw me out, then I don't mind losing the loyalty he cultivated."

when speaking.

The eight-faced Buddha's eyes were a little more fierce, and he could feel the deep anger in his heart.

"Eight-faced Buddha."

Ji Bu took a breath of smoke, threw the cigarette on the beach and crushed it: "You think highly of me, don't I get rid of Zhongxinyi?!"

"you can."

The Eight-faced Buddha squinted at Ji Bu, the eyes behind the thick glasses seemed to be shining:

"If you don't help me, then I won't tell you who the eagle is."

"Although I don't know why you must know the identity of the eagle, but I can know it very clearly."

"You spent so much time trying to catch me, you just went for the eagle, and besides me, you can't find anyone else who knows the identity of the eagle."

"Should I take me directly to deal with Lin Kun, or solve Zhong Xinyi and help me out of this bad breath, and then I will tell you the true identity of the eagle."

"pick one of two."

"You choose."

(End of this chapter)