Hong Kong Movies: The Boss's Global Empire

Huo Han searched for cover and a weapon, the darkness before him swallowing up all light like a black hole. Suddenly, his hand touched a stick-like object, and he immediately grasped it as a weapon.

"Open the door! This is worse than death!" Outside, the roars of the remnants of the Heavenly Demon Cult grew clearer, seemingly approaching the door. Then, with a deafening bang, the iron door finally bolted open under the force of its brute force.

"No one will be turned away!" Huo Han roared, slashing the iron rod at the approaching force. With a thud, the first remnant of the Demonic Cult who rushed in was struck hard, sent flying like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the doorframe. Blood splattered the floor, and the crisp, snapping sound of bones breaking was unmistakable and terrifying in the cramped space.

Who else! Get out here! Huo Han is no longer the same person he was before, and his murderous intent has reached an unprecedented level at this moment.

"Scary creatures, come at me all!" A furious voice rang out from the doorway, followed by a burst of gunfire that echoed throughout the small building. Bullets pierced the room fiercely, shattering glass and concrete, and stirring up a torrential downpour of dust and debris.

Huo Han immediately protected Ye Xiaoyan, while also counterattacking between shots. "Come on! Go to hell!" he roared, smashing a porcelain jar with a stick, sending a cloud of dust swarming toward the door.

Looking for death! Ah! Gunshots rang out, and Huo Han flashed, the iron rod in his hand smashing hard on the man who rushed in. The man cried out in pain and was smashed away. His body twitched twice on the ground, and then he was completely motionless.

At this critical moment, the door was once again suppressed by heavy firepower, and bullets were sweeping towards Huo Han. He immediately dodged and rolled several times to avoid the fatal blow.

Damn it! How could they have so much firepower? Huo Han's face was grave, and a thin layer of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead. They were completely controlled in this small building and were at a complete disadvantage in the offensive.

I just saw a back door! Ye Xiaoyan suddenly covered his wound, pointed in a direction and shouted.

Okay! Let’s break out! Huo Han shouted and threw grenades along the way to cover Ye Xiaoyan’s embarrassing escape.

As they passed through the back door, they were illuminated by the dazzling red light of the flames. The alley was filled with the gun barrels of the remnants of the Demonic Cult, surrounded by ferocious heavy weapons.

It seems there’s no way to escape this time. Huo Han whispered, protecting Ye Xiaoyan behind him, ready to die together.

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Let's fight till both of us are hurt! Ye Xiaoyan's expression was as cold as a dead person. It was obvious that at this desperate moment, they had completely given up on their lives.

Let's have a showdown! Huo Han panted heavily, tightly protecting Ye Xiaoyan behind him. In this desperate situation, they were really ready to fight to the death.

In front of them, gun muzzles were lined up fiercely, staring at them like the devil's fangs. The remaining members of the Demonic Cult were scattered behind cover in all directions, chuckling coldly and mockingly, as if watching a show.

Let you taste the blood! One of the remnants of the Tianmo Sect roared, aiming the rocket launcher in his hand at Huo Han and Ye Xiaoyan. The fire flashed in the dark night.

Then, huge artillery shells arrived.

Watch out! Huo Han, quick-witted and swift-handed, shoved Ye Xiaoyan to the ground, then rolled awkwardly to the side. The shells struck their previous position, sending shards of stone and dust flying everywhere, momentarily obscuring the sky.

It wasn't over yet! Before the two could react, a dense hail of bullets had already swept in. The flames of the bullets swept through the air, leaving streaks of light, and a deafening roar surrounded them everywhere.

"Find cover!" Huo Han yelled, crawling in the dust, pulling Ye Xiaoyan along as hard as he could. In this hail of bullets, any carelessness could cost a life.

Damn it, shoot right! The gunfire continued, and the remaining members of the Heavenly Demon Cult increased their firepower amidst waves of angry curses. A bullet whizzed past Huo Han's temple, bringing out a streak of bright red blood.

There was a crisp sound, and Ye Xiaoyan clutched her shoulder and screamed, nearly fainting. Huo Han hurriedly dragged her behind a shelter and carefully examined her injuries.

"Hold on, we'll definitely make it through this." Huo Han anxiously bandaged her wound with a handkerchief to stop the bleeding, his eyes filled with worry.

At that moment, a grenade flew over with a thud, hitting Ye Xiaoyan's half-naked back. The immense force of the impact knocked her to the ground, and blood spurted from her mouth.

"No! Ye Xiaoyan!" Huo Han was filled with shock and anger, his heart aching as he watched his beloved suffer such a severe injury. He grabbed the pin of the grenade and was about to throw it back, but found it was covered with a dense network of barbs.

Hahaha, this is just a small punishment. Once you have tasted all these tricks, you will know what pain is! A remnant of the Demonic Cult laughed hideously and spat out words full of blood.

Huo Han's eyes widened in anger, a scarlet bloody murderous intent in them. These lunatics from the Heavenly Demon Cult were simply the most unforgivable existence in the world!

Taking advantage of this momentary respite, Huo Han picked up the dying Ye Xiaoyan and continued to rush towards the target location. The hail of bullets came again, and the bullets hit the surrounding bricks and stones, sparks flying everywhere.

At this critical moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared before my eyes. A team of fully armed special police officers rushed out from the other end of the alley!

Don't move! Surrender! An officer holding a submachine gun subdued all the remaining members of the Demonic Cult, his eyes full of determination and murderous intent.

It was the Eagle Strike Team! It seemed that they had successfully escaped the previous encirclement and found the trace of Huo Han and the others.

You are in such a mess. The officer frowned, looking at Huo Han and Ye Xiaoyan, who were covered in blood, with some pity.

You are late! Huo Han's voice was hoarse and he was breathing heavily.

You're too late! Huo Han's voice was hoarse, and he was breathing heavily. He and Ye Xiaoyan were covered in blood and looked bruised and battered, and they might collapse at any time.

Okay, it's all over. The officer raised his submachine gun and pointed it at the remaining members of the Demonic Cult who were lined up around him. "Surrender, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Without waiting for a response from the remnants of the Demonic Cult, the Eagle Strike Team's special police officers had already taken aim, their guns mercilessly pointing at these crazy elements. Clearly, they had had enough of this group's arrogance and barbaric behavior.

"Get out of my way! All of you, die!" the remnants of the Heavenly Demon Cult roared, but were quickly suppressed by the concentrated firepower of the Eagle Strike Team. The sound of gunfire echoed in the closed alley, deafening.

"That's enough of your trickery now." The officer controlled the muzzle of his gun, a hint of pity in his eyes. "Poor fellow, he probably never imagined he'd one day be so completely surrounded."

Cough cough... Ye Xiaoyan forced herself to wake up from her coma, coughing weakly. Her body was covered in blood, and the area on her back where the grenade had blasted had swollen into a massive scar, a horrible sight.

"Hold on, everything will be fine." Huo Han held her in his arms, murmuring soothing words. He turned his head to look at the Eagle Strike Team, his eyes full of vigilance and distrust.

We're all aiming for the same goal, so don't be so defensive. The officer seemed to see through his thoughts and said nonchalantly, "I suggest you go to our temporary base to recuperate. Once you've recovered, we can carefully consider our next move."

Action? What action are you referring to? Huo Han asked suspiciously.

Wipe out all these lunatics! The officer pointed the butt of his gun at the remnants of the Demonic Cult on the ground. Their existence is the biggest disaster and they must be eradicated.

Huo Han and Ye Xiaoyan exchanged a glance and nodded. It seemed they and the Eagle Strike Team were now on the same path together. Only by working together could they achieve final victory.

A moment later, a temporary convoy roared past, carrying the Eagle Strike Team and Huo Han and others and disappeared into the night. In the car, a woman covered in blood was slowly recovering under the attentive care of medical staff.

The next morning, in a simple and narrow temporary base.

Are you undercover agents from the Intelligence Bureau? The officer said slowly while looking at Huo Han and Ye Xiaoyan.

That’s right, so what? Huo Han narrowed his eyes and scanned every corner of this temporary base with a wary gaze.

"Yeah, so what?" Huo Han narrowed his eyes, his wary gaze sweeping through the makeshift base. It looked simple, just an abandoned factory workshop, littered with the remains of industrial equipment and unremoved mechanical parts.

A patch of tempered glass was missing from the ceiling, letting in a few rays of sunlight, casting patches of light on the rusty and dusty floor. The table was simple, just a few rusty iron plates put together. Officers and Eagle Strike Team agents, fully armed, sat at the table, watching him and Ye Xiaoyan intently.

As you can see, our situation isn't very optimistic either. The officer sighed and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, but don't forget, we are all in this together. Only by working together can we bring down this crazy cult.

Ye Xiaoyan lay drowsy on a crude camp bed nearby, her body wrapped in gauze, her breathing weak and even. The operating table beside her was piled high with all sorts of medical equipment, even hemostats and scalpels—a shocking sight.

We are indeed lucky, otherwise we would not have survived this fierce battle. Huo Han said slowly, his eyes sweeping over Ye Xiaoyan's pale face, his eyes full of anxiety and heartache.

Yeah, you guys were in a real mess just now. An Eagle Strike agent sitting opposite me interrupted and said, if we had arrived any later, your fate would have been disastrous.

"Shut up!" Huo Han trembled all over, clenching his fists tightly, his teeth nearly gnashing. How could he not know how dangerous it was just now? Ye Xiaoyan had almost died in that Southeast Asian alley because of his carelessness.

Don't be angry, we are all in this together. The officer quickly tried to smooth things over. The intelligence you just obtained is very valuable to us, but we also need your assistance to successfully eradicate the Tianmo Cult.

What you say makes sense, but whether I believe it or not depends on how things develop. Huo Han stared directly into the officer's cunning and calculating eyes, as if he wanted to devour him alive. He was determined to maintain a high level of vigilance to prevent himself and Ye Xiaoyan from falling into danger again.

"Well, then, let's not meet each other any later." The officer gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I hope that through our continued cooperation, we can build a sufficient level of trust. Time will tell."

At this moment, a man in black hurried in and whispered something in the officer's ear. The officer frowned and turned to look at Huo Han: "We just received a message that the leader of the Demonic Cult has appeared and is planning a human experiment..."

What? Huo Han and Ye Xiaoyan's eyes widened in surprise. The officer shoved a document in front of them, and it clearly read: Biochemical Extremism.