Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 154 Sweeping (adding updates to the leader Jin Xiaoyamen)

"Come on, sit up and have a drink?!"

Hou Jingcheng took the cigarette handed over by Wu Fei and put it in his mouth, nuzzled his mouth and gestured to the inside of the community:
"After all, at this point, the meal has already been seated, let's go after eating."

"never mind."

Wu Fei smiled and waved his hands: "I still won't go to your house, lest people see it and use it to make a big fuss."

"Go away."

talking room.

Wu Fei stretched out his hand to open the car door, ready to sit in the driver's seat.

"That's fine."

Seeing this, Hou Jingcheng didn't hold back too much anymore, and then stepped back two steps to the side to make room for him so as not to prevent Wu Fei from opening the door.

Just now.

Behind.

The acceleration sound of a car engine suddenly sounded, from far to near, the sound seemed hurried and short.

"!"

Hou Jingcheng couldn't help but tremble when he heard the voice. He was particularly sensitive to this kind of thing after Superintendent Sun's accident last time.

He was extremely vigilant, and subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a black car rushing towards him quickly.

The black car is coming quickly.

On the co-pilot.

The car window was rolled down, and a middle-aged man with a peaked cap and a mask leaned out the upper half of his body from the car window.

In hand.

A shotgun was facing where the two were standing, and the black muzzle brought a strong sense of oppression.

As long as the distance is enough, the bullets ejected from the muzzle can instantly knock two people into the air.

car door.

Wu Fei stretched out his hand to open the car door, and when he heard the sound of the car, although his reaction was half a beat faster than Hou Jingcheng's, he also turned his head to look.

"Grass!"

Hou Jingcheng's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously dropped the cake in his hand. He stretched out his hand and pulled the blackfly, who hadn't seen clearly what was going on, and fell to the side.

It is also this time.

For a moment.

The car gets closer.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man pulled the trigger decisively, the muzzle sprayed a lot of flames and gunpowder smoke, and the bullets sprayed out in a wide range, instantly tearing the cake in the air that had not yet landed, and the bullets continued to move forward without any stop in the cream that exploded all over the sky sweep.

The bullets easily tore through the iron skin of the car, leaving holes one after another. The fan-shaped bullets had a wide range of damage, hitting the two people who couldn't dodge in time.

"Well"

Hou Jingcheng endured the severe pain. After falling to the ground, he rolled on the spot and avoided the back of the car. Seeing the flying flies beside him, he quickly stretched out his hand to pull him, and dodged behind the car.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the two people who had fallen to the ground. He pulled the barrel of the gun. From the ejected bullet casing, the muzzle of the gun was pressed down to point at the two people on the ground, and he pulled the trigger again.

"boom!"

The bullets sprayed away again, and for a while, gravel flew randomly on the ground. The bullets had extremely strong coverage and lethality.

Although most of the hits were empty, the two were still inevitably hit.

"Hem home shovel!"

Hou Jingcheng gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, resisting the severe pain in his arm, stretched out his hand to touch the .

"Fly, are you alright!"

"Grass!"

Wu Fei's face turned red, and his blood-stained right arm trembled uncontrollably: "It's okay, I can't die!"

He habitually touched his lower back, but he found nothing. Today he was only out to do some errands, and he didn't bring the big black star with him at all.

"Crench!"

There was a sudden sound of brakes.

The co-driver's door of the black car opened, and the middle-aged man with a shotgun got out of the car, pulled the barrel of the gun at the two people hiding behind the car, and pulled the trigger again with a blank expression.

"boom!"

The muzzle of the shotgun spewed flames.

"puff!"

The bullets easily tore through the iron sheet of the car and made a crisp sound. At close range, the iron sheet was as vulnerable as paper.

"Grass!"

Hou Jingcheng's forehead was sweating, and he raised his hand to wipe his sweating forehead, but the blood flowing from his arm stained his forehead red:
"Fly, I will shoot to cover you, you run to the back, the closer you are, the more powerful the shotgun will be, and the faster you will die!"

"you"

Wu Fei clutched his injured right arm and looked at Hou Jingcheng in disbelief: "I"

"Don't be squeamish!"

Hou Jingcheng tightened the . in his hand, then stretched out his hand to push the crowfly, and then stretched out his gun hand to suppress it:
"I shot to cover you!"

"run!"

"Grass!"

Crowfly gritted his teeth, and quickly jumped towards the car behind without any fuss.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man held a shotgun, mechanically repeating the action of firing the gun and pulling the barrel, moving forward step by step, but he had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge of .

He dodged and hid behind the trash can, glanced at Hou Jingcheng who was hiding behind the car and fired back, and turned his gun down, aiming at the fuel tank of the car.

"boom!"

With a gunshot.

The car trembled violently first, the fuel tank started to burst into flames under this shot, and then exploded immediately under the second shot.

Hou Jingcheng, who was hiding behind the front of the car, looked at the flaming fuel tank and was about to get behind the car. The explosions followed one after another, so fast that he had no time to react.

"boom!"

The entire car suddenly exploded, instantly turning into a sea of ​​flames, and the huge explosion set off the entire car on the spot.

The scorching flames and heat waves swept and spread around.

"what!"

Hou Jingcheng's screams sounded, and his whole body was blown away by the explosion of the car, rolled and flew several meters back before hitting the ground, with scarlet blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and the in his hand also fell next to.

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man got out from behind the trash can with a shotgun in his hand, held the shotgun and rolled the barrel, and walked towards Hou Jingcheng who fell to the ground and vomited blood, ready to replace the gun.

"Shit Hugh!"

Wu Feimao hid behind the car, watched Hou Jingcheng who was blown away, and then looked at the middle-aged man who was about to come up to repair the gun, and suddenly jumped out from the back of the car, rushing towards the fallen ..

The middle-aged man, who was about to shoot at Hou Jingcheng, saw the fly jumping out, and turned his gun to fire directly.

"boom!"

The muzzle of the shotgun was filled with smoke, and the smoke was accompanied by the fire, and the bullets flew out, hitting the position of the flies.

Wu Fei made a run-up with the soles of his feet, used the inertia to roll forward, and picked up the on the ground, and there was another bloody wound on his arm.

Enduring the pain, he knelt down on the spot, took a rough look at the ground, and shot continuously at the middle-aged standing position.

"Bang bang bang!"

The . was fired continuously, and the crowfly who used this firearm for the first time could not adapt to it. Two of the three shots were empty, and the last shot hit the middle-aged arm.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man suffered from pain, and almost dropped the shotgun in his hand. He roared and was about to shoot again.

Behind.

The driver drove the car over and yelled at him, "Let's go, someone is here!"

the end of the street.

A uniformed patrol appeared and ran towards this side quickly.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man raised his shotgun and fired at the crowfly indiscriminately. Then he opened the car door cursingly and got in. The car sped up and jumped out, disappearing on the road.

"Hou Sir!"

Wu Fei threw away the empty . in his hand, and staggered to Hou Jingcheng's side in three or two steps, clutching his injured right arm.

Hou Jingcheng is in a very bad state at the moment.

His nostrils were clogged with blood, his mouth was spitting out blood, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks from his forehead.

His entire right arm was stained red with blood, and the white shirt looked a bit dazzling from the blood.

"Don't move!"

The uniformed police who rushed over looked at the blood-stained Wufly and Hou Jingcheng, and immediately pulled out the . in their hands, with a nervous expression.

"Call the white car!"

Wu Fei yelled loudly at the uniformed policeman: "My own man, the superintendent, the superintendent is injured!"

"Oh!"

Only then did the uniformed police respond, and report the situation into the intercom in a daze, calling for reinforcements.

"Hey!"

Wu Fei grabbed Hou Jingcheng's palm with his palm, squeezed it vigorously, and looked at Hou Jingcheng who was about to faint at any moment: "Don't fucking die!"

Soon.

The white car drove over and put Hou Jingcheng on a stretcher and sent him to the car. The police reinforcements rushed to the scene and began to control the scene to maintain order.

After half an hour.

Mingxin Hospital.

Ji Bu rushed to the hospital with Hua Zai, A Ji and a group of younger brothers.

The nurse at the front desk was taken aback by the mighty scene, then informed them of their location and found Wu Fei and Hou Jingcheng.

Wu Fei was taking out the bullet in his arm where he was shot, while Hou Jingcheng was still in the emergency room and did not come down.

Ji Bu looked gloomy at the busy doctors and nurses in the emergency room, his brows were knit together, and the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were obvious.

Hua Tsai and A Ji did not speak, and stood beside them.

Two 10 minutes later.

Ji Bu walked in front of Wu Fei who had been transferred to the ward, frowning as he looked at Wu Fei whose entire arm was wrapped tightly in gauze.

Crowfly had four gunshot wounds on his arm and one shot on his buttocks, but fortunately the distance was relatively long, and the bullets spread widely, so they didn't hit very deep.

If the shot is shot at close range, the bullets will be concentrated, and the person will be sent flying by the huge impact force on the spot, even the gods will not be able to save them.

"Who did it!"

Looking at the conscious Wu Fei, Ji Bu finally let go of his hanging heart, and repeated in a deep voice, "Who did it!"

"do not know."

Wu Fei shook his head, and said in a weak voice, "I don't know who did it, but they seem to be targeting Superintendent Hou."

"Oh!"

Ji Bu responded blankly, got up and walked outside: "Hua Zai, Ah Ji, follow me, the others stay here and look after them!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

PARKING LOT.

Jibra opened the door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.

Hua Zai and A Ji hurriedly opened the car door and got in, and the car jumped out as soon as the door was closed.

Ji Bu picked up his mobile phone and dialed Zhang Wenyao's number.

The call is connected.

Neither side spoke.

Zhang Wenyao held the phone in his hand, listening to the wind on the other end of the phone, his eyes flickered, and then he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Wenyao immediately dialed another number, which was for Han Chen: "Fuck, what are you doing!"

He yelled into the phone emotionally: "Why didn't you tell me before you touch Hou Jingcheng, you can just touch him, why you want to touch Ji Bu's horse boy Wufly, now that Ji Bu is crazy about you do you know?!"

"To shut up!"

Han Chen frowned and scolded, his tone full of displeasure: "Zhang Wenyao, you are three years old? The first day you came out to play around?!"

"Since we're going to do it, let's do it all together. Are you still picking someone? It's just a boy, so if you do it, do it!"

"I……"

Zhang Wenyao was speechless for a while, opened his mouth and said again: "Then what should I do now?! What should I do?!"

"You don't know about Ji Bu's attack on the street. He really dared to do it. I have a senior inspector in my hand. If he does what he says, he will definitely dare to come to me, me."

He recalled the previous few contacts with Ji Bu, Liao Zhenhua died quickly and silently.

"What are you afraid of!"

Han Chen growled angrily, and scolded again: "Where are you, I will send my people to protect you."

"Three days, three days to get rid of them, this matter ends here, there will be no follow-up, understand?!"

"..."

Zhang Wenyao fell silent: "Let your people come to the Shanshuiyuan villa on the Kowloon side, NO.18 villa."

"understood."

Han Chen replied angrily: "I'm already a senior police superintendent, you're afraid of a fart!"

After hanging up.

Zhang Wenyao picked up his coat and walked directly outside. Instead of driving his own car, he hailed a taxi on the side of the road and headed towards his private villa.

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the other side.

"Aji!"

With the sole of his foot on the gas pedal, and his palm firmly controlling the steering wheel, Ji Bu said without any emotion in his tone:
"Phone shaker"

"it is good!"

Aji responded.

"Let them start preparing."

Ji Bu spoke quickly and said, "Zhang Wenyao may not be able to find someone. If you can't find him, start with someone who helps him!"

"As much as you have, don't run away!"

"it is good!"

Andy Lau followed suit.

As the phone call was made, the horses in A Ji's hands moved one after another, and started looking for someone according to the instructions above.

Ji Bu drove to the police station, but as expected, Zhang Wenyao had already left, and he didn't know where he was.

The three returned without success.

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Seven o'clock in the evening.

The entrance of the North District Police Station.

Stretching, Liu Buqi walked out of the police station, went to the parking lot and took out the keys. Just as he was about to take out the keys, his back was blocked by sharp metal.

He froze in place for a moment, looking at the figure reflected on the dark glass:
"Brother, which way is it, is there some misunderstanding!"

"It's you who caught me!"

The visitor gave a soft shout, grabbed the key in Liu Buqi's hand and opened the car, another person stuffed him into the back seat, and the car jumped out with a kick of the gas pedal.

Two 10 minutes later.

Liu Buqi was brought down, kicked down and knelt on the ground, looking up, it was Ji Bu's gloomy face.

"It's you!"

Of course Liu Buqi knew Ji Bu, and of course he remembered the night when he was overwhelmed by Ji Bu in the parking lot.

"Say!"

Ji Bu kicked Liu Buqi to the ground and looked down at him, "Where is Zhang Wenyao!"

"Zhangzhang Sir? I don't know."

Liu Buqi shook his head and said that he didn't know: "If he's not in the police station, he's going to the lower jurisdiction. I don't know where he is either!"

Ji Bu frowned and asked, "Where does he live?"

"do not know!"

Liu Buqi shook his head again: "Zhang Wenyao has many residences, and I don't know where he is!"

"Um?!"

Ji Bu narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Then who else is helping Zhang Wenyao? Who else is there besides you!"

"I"

Liu Buqi just wanted to quibble, but looking at Ji Bu who had lost his patience, he spoke quickly:

"I know, I know, a chief inspector in Wong Tai Sin District, he also worked for Zhang Wenyao, we met before when we had dinner together."

"very good!"

After Ji Bu got the detailed information, he turned around and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road with a wave of his hands, and a group of young horses immediately surrounded him.

Liu Buqi looked flustered, watching the horse boys who surrounded him want to run away, but he was directly pushed to the ground, and several people carried him to the side of the large gasoline barrel that had been prepared earlier, and stuffed it directly into it.

follow closely.

The concrete that had been prepared earlier began to be poured into it.

"Big guy!"

Hua Tsai then got into the car, glanced at the busy horses at the beach, organized his words and said:
"Are we doing this?"

"To shut up!"

Ji Bu scolded unceremoniously, and looked at Hua Tsai with fixed eyebrows: "What? Do you think I did it before? Or are you afraid?!"

"No."

Hua Tsai quickly waved his hand to explain: "That's not what I meant."

"Shut up if you're not interested!"

Ji Bu reprimanded in a cold voice: "I have said that Hou Jingcheng is my man, and Zhang Wenyao not only attacked him, but even flies to the street. Who the hell does he think I am, Ji Bu? Talk about farting!"

"He Zhang Wenyao moved my people so much, I didn't fucking react at all, so I'm going to come out and mess around!"

His tone became serious: "Don't show up if you have the guts. Anyone who works for him counts as one, and none of them can escape!"

"Yes!"

Hua Tsai nodded and stopped talking.

Tonight is bound to be a restless night.

Following Liu Buqi's confession, the next person he implicated revealed information again, and so on.

at last.

Someone provided a clue: Zhang Wenyao also has a villa in Kowloon, Shanshui Garden NO.16, I have heard of it by accident, maybe it is there.

"go!"

Ji Bu waved his hand and got into the car first, followed by others. The car moved forward and stopped at the clinic where Luo Tianhong was.

"Walk."

Ji Bu glanced at Luo Tianhong who was sitting in the yard for rehabilitation training.

Luo Tianhong glanced at Ji Bu who came in, then at A Ji and Hua Zai who were following behind him, took his Eight-faced Han Sword and followed him out.

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Ten twenty at night.

Jiulong Shanshuiyuan Villa NO.16, two cars stopped next to the door.

Doorway.

Two young men came out of the shadows, saw Ji Bu and his party getting out of the car, and immediately came up:
"What are you doing!"

"Find someone!"

Ji Bu walked in the front, glanced coldly at the two people in front of him: "I'm looking for Zhang Wenyao."

"Zhang Wenyao?!"

As soon as the two heard Zhang Wenyao's name, their eyes narrowed immediately: "Aren't you here? You have found the wrong person. Go, go!"

talking room.

The man suddenly reached out to touch his waist, and a big black star suddenly appeared in his hand. He put his finger on the trigger and raised the muzzle of the gun, ready to point at Ji Bu.

"Shh!"

Only a flash of white light was vaguely seen.

The Eight-Faced Han Sword in Luo Tianhong's hand was like a poisonous tongue spitting out a letter. He drew the sword and cut it and then retracted it. The sharp blade lay across his side.

On the sharp blade, the stained blood flowed down the blade and dripped into the mud under his feet, staining the ground dark red.

"what!"

The man's screams resounded over the villa.

feet.

The fingers of his right hand holding the gun were neatly cut off, and fell to the ground, still wriggling with nerve reflexes.

"Fall on the street!"

The other person saw his accomplice's finger cut off with a knife, and jumped into the villa with a cry of surprise, shouting loudly.

immediately.

The originally half-bright lights in the villa instantly brightened, and a large number of people rushed out from inside.

Just a few seconds.

About thirty people filled the gate of the villa directly, and surrounded Ji Bu and the others in the middle.

The second floor.

On the open-air balcony.

Zhang Wenyao stepped out, he was wearing a suit jacket and stretched out his hand to press the railing to stand, looking down at Ji Bu:

"Ji Bu, Ji Bu, I didn't expect you to come here."

"Ah."

Ji Bu stood at the door, raised his head and looked at him through the door: "If you dare to touch my people, I will come here and ask you to pay!"

"Hmph! Here we come, can you still leave?!"

Zhang Wenyao sneered, and pointed at the thirty or so dark men holding weapons:

"How many of you are there, ten? There are thirty of us, three of us will fight one, what will you win?!"

Seeing that there were only about ten people in Ji Bu's group, Zhang Wenyao's heart that was still hanging around immediately settled down:

"I forgot to tell you that the villa in Shanshuiyuan has no other advantages other than being expensive. The only advantage is that it is just across the street from the police station."

"If you dare to use guns, the police will arrive here in a few minutes. None of you can escape. I am a senior police superintendent. If you say you are a rotten boy, you are a rotten boy!"

Speaking of it.

He paused for a while, with a hint of savagery in his tone, and said with a smile:

"Of course, if you don't use guns, thirty of you will hit ten of you, and neither of you will be able to escape!"

Zhang Wenyao's tone became higher, and he spoke with full confidence, and said loudly: "Today, you have come and gone!"

He changed the subject, roared in a deep voice, and gave an order: "Bald Li, I will leave them to you!"

then.

Zhang Wenyao pulled over the stool on the balcony, crossed Erlang's legs, lit a cigarette, and smoked leisurely.

Thirty people against ten people, no matter how you fight, you will win.

I am a senior police superintendent, so no matter what the consequences will be, as a senior superintendent, I will be able to explain it to the police who arrived.

They're just a bunch of rotten boys, and when the time comes, they will be whatever they say they are.

Zhang Wenyao took a puff of his cigarette happily, exhaled a long thin blue smoke, and looked at the people downstairs.

Thirty people.

What if even ten people can't solve it?
Shit!
downstairs.

Bald-headed Li walked to the front of the line, rolled up his sleeves and came to Ji Bu, squinting at him:
"Tell me, how do you want to play?! Playing with guns or knives?"

"Oh?"

Ji Bu was calm when he heard the words, turned his head to look at A Ji and Luo Tianhong: "How do you want to play?"

A Ji looked at the people in the circle, moved his neck and did not speak.

Luo Tianhong's eyes were bright, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhang Wenyao who was sitting on the second floor: "They don't use guns, and neither do we."

"Hem home shovel!"

Bald Li saw that Ji Bu really turned around to ask, and A Ji and Luo Tianhong really answered.

He couldn't help but sneered coldly: "I'll give you a lung, Pujie boy, I'm just making fun of you."

"Whether it's with guns or knives, you guys have to rush to the street, I said!"

"Hahaha"

The people holding knives and sticks burst out laughing when they heard the words, and echoed them quite flatteringly, with a disdainful tone:

"That's right, the boss is making fun of you, do you really think you can choose?!"

"Ten of you, each of you trampled to death with one foot!"

Following the laughter of the group of them, immediately, the boys behind Ji Bu became unhappy:

"I'll give you a lung! Why are you laughing!"

"I'll kill you!"

Seeing that the two sides are about to start a scolding war.

"No no no!"

Ji Bu stretched out his hand to press down, and the people on his side immediately quieted down. His eyes fell on Bald Li:
"You misunderstood me, I'm not asking my little brother, I'm asking both of them!"

talking room.

He pointed at A Ji and Luo Tianhong.

"what?!"

The bald Li Wenyan's expression froze, and he looked at A Ji and Luo Tianhong: "Jie Jiachao, you are joking with me!"

His gaze stayed on Luo Tianhong for a moment, and he sneered: "Luo Tianhong, I have heard about your reputation, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that. Loyalty is over, and you actually walked with Ji Bu Together!"

"It was said a long time ago how powerful you are at killing people, why didn't you help Lian Haolong when he died?!"

Luo Tianhong suddenly raised his head, the blue bangs hanging on his forehead trembled, and the eyes behind the bangs were sharp and sharp.

"Then you look forward to it!"

Ji Bu shot out suddenly, his right hand stretched out suddenly and grabbed Bald Li's neck, locking him instantly.

Bald Li couldn't dodge at all, and before he had time to react, his neck was pinched by Ji Bu's right hand, and he didn't dare to move.

As long as Ji Bu strikes the fragile neck, it is really possible to kill himself on the spot.

"Aji, Luo Tianhong."

Ji Bu grabbed Bald Li with his right hand, and roared in a deep voice, "Do it!"

"clang"

A crisp sound rang out.

The Eight-faced Han sword was unsheathed, and the sharp blade shone faintly under the cold light.

Holding the sword in her right hand, Luo Tianhong pointed at her legs in front of her and charged forward directly.

"???"

Surrounding them were a thousand or thirty people. They saw Luo Tianhong charging forward with a sword, but they couldn't react for a while.

He is alone, taking the initiative to charge? !

"court death!"

Everyone laughed grimly, and seeing Luo Tianhong sprinting forward, they drew out their watermelon knives and chrome-plated steel pipes to meet him.

A person rushed out from the crowd, and slashed at Luo Tianhong's head with a knife.

"cut!"

Luo Tianhong said in a low voice, and the Eight-faced Han sword in his hand slammed towards the opponent's hand holding the sword like a poisonous tongue.

The knife is drawn out and the knife is retracted, and the movements are smooth and flowing in one go.

"puff"

There was a dull sound from the man's wrist, and the blood on the wrist splashed out along the wound. A large amount of blood sprayed out to form a blood mist, and he fell to the ground instantly.

"Grass!"

A person standing on the side let out a loud shout, and rushed up with a watermelon knife, the sharp blade directly slashed at Luo Tianhong's right hand that was eating the sword.

"call out"

Luo Tianhong turned the Han sword in his hand, and swung a beautiful sword flower. The sword turned instantly, and slashed out before Ma Zai dropped the knife.

"Pfft."

Amidst the dull sound, Ma Zai's hand holding the knife was neatly cut off from the wrist, and blood gushed out.

"what"

After Ma Zai was stunned for a second, the screams resounded in the air.

"???"

The sudden scene shocked everyone present again, watching this bloody and extremely eye-stimulating scene, trembling with fear.

so fast? !

"Hack him to death!"

in the crowd.

I don't know who yelled, and immediately, the crowd rushed towards Luo Tianhong like a tide.

"Humph!"

A Ji snorted coldly, grabbed the watermelon knife in Ma Zai's hand and rushed in from behind, raised and lowered the knife in his hand, and cut down the two of them in an instant.

A Ji pays more attention to boxing skills. Compared with Luo Tianhong, he is not as fast and accurate with the knife as Luo Tianhong, but he wins in domineering.

"Dangdang"

The sound of the collision of knives and knives in the scuffle was heard all the time. Luo Tianhong and A Ji in the crowd cooperated inexplicably, and the horse boys chasing up beside them fell one after another.

Luo Tianhong was still injured, and the stitches on the wound hadn't healed yet. Compared with the previous moves, Luo Tianhong's moves were much more restrained, but every time the Han sword slashed out to bring up a cloud of blood, the speed remained the same.

"This"

Bald Li was grabbed by the neck by Ji Bu, watching more and more horse boys on his side fall down, his eyes narrowed, and his pupils shrank suddenly:
"This is fucking"

original.

There are nearly thirty people on my side occupying an absolute numerical advantage, but at this moment, Luo Tianhong and A Ji are like two wolves rushing into the flock of sheep, and every time they bite, they bring down one piece.

At this moment, his horse boys fell to the ground one after another in the splash of blood, as if they were being cut into vegetables and melons, directly losing their fighting power.

"Ah!"

Ji Bu looked at nearly half of their men who had fallen, raised his eyebrows at Bald Li, and said coldly, "Tell me, can your men do it?"

"court death!"

Bald-headed Li let out a loud cry, and suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab Ji Bu's right wrist, which was holding his neck, and tried to break free with his force.

Ji Bu twitched his right hand back, then swung it vigorously, and slammed his fingers above Bald Li's eyes. The palm of his right hand turned very nimbly, circled around Bald Li's bald head, and then grabbed his back half. With a head, press down hard.

Bald Li struggled. Under the huge pressure, he staggered forward with unsteady footsteps. Just as he was about to stand firm, Ji Bu bent his knees and directly pressed against Bald Li's abdomen. land.

"Hem home shovel!"

Ji Bu's face was full of hostility, he picked up the steel pipe in Hua Zai's hand, and smashed it directly at Bald Li's bald head:

"Grass mud horse, you dare to lead a team to play with me just like you?!"

"Boom!"

A dull but clear voice sounded, and the splashed blood splashed on Ji Bu's white shirt, which was extremely conspicuous.

Bald Li fell to the ground and struggled several times. His whole head was like a blood gourd. He fell to the ground and could no longer resist. His body twitched uncontrollably.

"Snapped."

Ji Bu looked up, and his eyes fell on Zhang Wenyao who was watching from the second floor.

"Gudong."

Zhang Wenyao and Ji Bu looked at each other with deep eyes, and couldn't help shivering, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and froze in place.

original.

The expected scene did not appear, instead, a large number of people on his side fell down, making Zhang Wenyao feel guilty.

"hiss"

The cigarette between the fingers burned to the end, and the tingling sensation made Zhang Wenyao, who had been sluggish, suddenly wake up.

He looked at the scene downstairs, then at Ji Bu, and without stopping, he jumped up from his seat and ran back.

run!
Don't run anymore, it's too late.

"run?!"

Ji Bu snorted coldly, glanced at the low second-floor open-air balcony, then at the rockery piled up next to the corner, and rushed up with a run-up.

"Da da da"

Clear footsteps sounded.

Jibu exerted force on his feet, and stomped his left foot on the ground before approaching the rockery, so that he rose into the air, stepped on the rockery with his right heel, and his body was pushed upwards by a huge force.

His right hand followed by grabbing the railing of the open-air balcony on the second floor, pulling his arm upwards with force, and he jumped over and landed on the balcony.

The balcony door.

Zhang Wenyao, who just ran in, felt a tightness in the back of his neck, and was pulled out by Ji Bu, and pushed to the ground.

"you"

Zhang Wenyao looked at Ji Bu who suddenly appeared on the balcony on the second floor, turned his head to look downstairs, and hesitated:
"How did you get up here?"

"Who told you that you can't be a big boss without skills?!"

Ji Bu snorted coldly, bent over and picked up Zhang Wenyao, dragged him to the edge of the balcony, and pressed him against the railing with his neck stuck:
"Stop me all!"

With this loud roar, the rest of the dozen or so people present couldn't hold back at all. They immediately stopped and looked at Zhang Wenyao who was subdued on the balcony on the second floor.

"Zhang Wenyao!"

Ji Bu leaned forward and looked down at Zhang Wenyao: "Did I tell you not to touch Superintendent Sun, Hou Jingcheng?!"

"not me!"

Zhang Wenyao's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he looked at Ji Bu with a terrified expression and shook his head desperately: "It has nothing to do with me. Superintendent Sun was killed by Aheng, and Aheng is already dead."

"I didn't arrange for Hou Jingcheng to attack them, it was Han Chen, the person arranged by Han Chen, he didn't tell me, it has nothing to do with me!"

"To shut up!"

Ji Bu's tone was serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Tell me, is there any?"

"Yes, yes!"

Zhang Wenyao nodded again and again, and he nodded frantically in fear: "Yes, you told me, I deserve to die, I shouldn't have their idea!"

"Superintendent Sun was designed by me to ask Aheng to kill him, and then the police who had been waiting nearby would shoot Aheng to death!"

"The matter of loyalty and righteousness was also arranged by me alone, but Hou Jingcheng was really not arranged by me, it was done by Han Chen."

He spoke quickly, and said to Ji Bu again and again: "Also, I am a senior police superintendent. If I die, someone will definitely investigate. This matter is not easy to pass, you can't kill me!"

"Do you threaten me?"

Ji Bu frowned: "I hate people threatening me the most!"

"No no!"

Zhang Wenyao looked at Ji Bu who was frowning together, and then said: "Han Chen, this is all led by Han Chen, although I don't know how many deployments Han Chen and the others have in the police force, and I have no evidence to report them .”

"But I know that Han Chen is now serving the Ni family. He asked the Ni family to take action on Lin Kun's matter. You save my life, and I will help you deal with them!"

"The Ni family?!"

Hearing this, Ji Bu raised his eyebrows, nodded calmly, and said calmly, "Okay, thank you, I understand."

"do not want!"

Seeing Ji Bu's expression, Zhang Wenyao panicked again: "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, I have collected a lot of money over the years, if you let me go, I will give you all the money!"

"Come!"

Ji Bu looked angrily at Bald Li's team of less than ten people left downstairs, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised:
"If you want to survive, kill him!"

"If you don't want to live, then I will kill you!"

"pick one of two!"

Speaking of it.

Ji Bu reached out and grabbed Zhang Wenyao, and pushed his upper body out.

Zhang Wenyao waved his hands wildly, grabbed the railing under him and shook his head desperately, his face was pale: "Don't, don't kill me!"

"I tell you!"

Ji Bu leaned close to Zhang Wenyao's ear and said in a low voice, "Do you know why you must die?"

"The undercover agent killed by you is not me, but my brother Ali! You killed him, so you have to die!"

Ji Bu's eyes glared, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he pushed him down violently with his right hand: "Go down!"

"what!"

Zhang Wenyao screamed, fell from the balcony on the second floor, and fell heavily on the ground.

"Shh!"

Luo Tianhong raised the Eight-faced Han Sword in his hand, pointed at the remaining team of less than ten people present, and waved the tip of the sword to signal Zhang Wenyao on the ground.

These people looked at each other and looked at you, and then looked at the horse boys who fell to the ground and howled bloody, and exchanged glances with each other.

It is clear.

They can't beat A Ji and Luo Tianhong in front of them. If they want to survive, they have only one and only choice.

I don't know who took the lead.

immediately.

Everyone went towards Zhang Wenyao's position.

on the ground.

Zhang Wenyao was completely dizzy from the fall, and the severe pain in his back made him just turn over when he wanted to get up, and looked at a kind of horse boy who was approaching him, and retreated short of breath:
"What are you doing! What do you want to do!"

The horse boys looked at him expressionlessly, came to Zhang Wenyao and surrounded him, then raised the steel pipe and watermelon knife in their hands.

&*#￥%@￥%!

"go!"

Ji Bu beckoned, stepped outside, glanced at Luo Tianhong, who was bleeding from the suture of the abdominal wound, and then looked at A Ji:
"A Ji, help him!"

A Ji looked at Luo Tianhong whose abdomen was blood-stained, and walked to his side. He who never spoke took the initiative to say: "Your sword is good!"

talking.

He stretched out his hand to signal Luo Tianhong's Eight-faced Han Sword.

"Humph!"

Luo Tianhong raised his head, under the blue bangs hanging down on his forehead, his eyes were piercing, and he said coldly: "You are not bad!"

He retracted the Eight-faced Han Sword into its scabbard and handed it to A Ji, raised his right hand and put it on A Ji's shoulder, and walked outside with the help of A Ji's strength.

"Ha ha."

Sitting in the car, Ji Bu glanced at A Ji and Luo Tianhong who were walking side by side, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he muttered to himself: "These two are a good CP."

"drive!"

The two cars jumped out with a kick of the accelerator and disappeared from the scene.

PS: The first leader of the writing career appeared, thanks to the leader of Jin Xiaoya Nei, mighty and domineering, words are presented, everyone is happy.

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