Hong Kong Island King Fried

Chapter 137

Amidst the out-of-tune singing, pieces of wood flew around in the Reaper's Bar, wine bottles burst, blood sprayed up from the bullets, and the gunmen fell to the ground one by one.

'Kill an elite hotshot, firearms proficiency +10...'

'Kill an elite gunman, firearms proficiency +10...

'Injury an elite gunman, firearms proficiency +5...'

'Kill...'

……

After a while, the tranquility was restored again. Together with Yaodong, 8 elite gunmen fell to the ground, some of them had already died, some were still alive,
Yaodong was still alive, he really was a tough guy, he was shot several times in the lower body, yet he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Hey, Ah Jun, I treat you as a brother, and you treat me as a shield, isn't that bad?"

Brother Xiao Ma put away his gun in a cool manner, took out the pistol lighter again, lit the half of the cigarette butt in his mouth, and turned to Lin Jiajun who was hiding behind him.

He just sang for a reason,

Before, he had a cigarette in his mouth, and he was about to shoot while smoking. Unexpectedly, just as he showed his head, a bullet flew close to his face dangerously, blowing the cigarette away.

This kind of middle-aged man is like a taxi driver. As long as there is nothing in his mouth, he will not be able to relax, so he habitually chose to sing.

Anyway, very confused.

Lin Jiajun looked at Brother Ma, who was full of bullet holes in his windbreaker, and said with emotion: "Damn it, your marksmanship has really deteriorated! However, luck seems to have increased a lot, so many bullets can't hit you, I admire you! "

In the gunfight just now, I don’t know how many bullets flew past his body, but one of them missed.
However, he fired with two guns, which looked majestic, but in fact he didn't hit many people.

According to the system prompt, among the 8 people, except Yaodong at the beginning, there were [-] remaining, [-] of them were wounded or killed by his own gun, and only [-] should have fallen into his hands.

This also includes his head-grabbing.

Gain a total of 35 firearm experience points.

"Damn, I'm not happy when you say that. It's obvious that several people were shot by me first, so you came to fill up the gun, okay! You police are really greedy, even if you want to rob them like this. As for why you can't hit them?" Hit me, I have already taught you, what is the most important thing in a gunfight?"

"What?"

"So handsome!"

Brother Xiao Ma pointed to the disabled and corpses in the ground: "Look at them, just now in the shootout, they either hid like mice, or made a very nervous look, how can they compare with me, look at me, the gunfight money Lighting cigarettes with US dollars, holding two guns during the gun battle, strolling in the courtyard as if dancing, and singing songs, I don’t know how beautiful it is! If you make a movie, it will be popular in thousands of households, and countless girls will be fascinated. If you are a director, Will you let me die?"

"Damn, what you said is really reasonable! I admire you!" Lin Jiajun cupped his hands, "But there are two of them are still very impressive!"

Brother Xiaoma glanced at Ashin and Alai, who had the most bullet holes all over their bodies, "You mean the two of them? Then I will talk about the aesthetics of gunfights! Just now these two stood there motionless and shot at me. He seems so calm, but he doesn’t know how to move. If it’s a movie, how can the sense of the camera be better than me walking around? So, look, it’s become a hornet’s nest now!”

After finishing speaking, he picked up a toothpick from the messy ground and put it in the corner of his mouth, and said with emotion:
"Speaking of which, I don't know why. I light cigarettes with US dollars, and the two guns are straight. It really feels good. It makes me feel like I'm back to the peak of the year!"

Lin Jiajun thought he cheated because of you!

Brother Xiao Ma couldn't figure out why, so he didn't bother to think in the end: "It doesn't matter, anyway, we must carry some US dollars with us in the future, and before there is a gun battle, light a cigarette first!"

"Please, next time you light a cigarette, a dollar bill is enough, otherwise I really can't afford you!"

Lin Jiajun thought of the 100 US dollars that had been burned at one time before, plus the [-] million deposit paid to the bartender, and felt that the funds were burning.

100 million, in Hong Kong Island, is really enough to make a micro-budget movie. If it weren't for the special investigation team's sufficient funds, the general police department would not be able to spend this money at all.

Walking in front of Yaodong who was lying on the ground, and pressing his aorta, he felt his pulse beating weaker and weaker, as if he might die at any moment.

"Hey, brother, don't worry about dying. Speaking of which, we have no grievances and no enmity. I still have something to ask you."

"Fuck! Pfft..."

Yaodong twitched, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood began to spurt out of his mouth. He looked at Lin Jiajun angrily,
He was going to be mad.

No injustice?

No injustice, no enmity, why did you suddenly shoot my lower body? !

This is called no injustice and no enmity?

Also, since you are the police, why is it easier to shoot than a killer?
No more laws? !
Painful and irritated, I couldn't catch my breath, and my whole body began to twitch, and I was about to burp and catch a cold.

"Hey, don't die, I still have something to ask you!"

Lin Jiajun quickly grabbed him and pressed hard.

But it was probably because of the excessive bleeding from the shot, Yaodong's whole body was obviously failing, he had already started to roll his eyes, blood and white foam appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his hands and feet spasmed uncontrollably.

"Where is Lu Jinqiang!"

Lin Jiajun asked loudly while pressing a few numbers in his pocket.

'Ding dong, kill the gun god Yaodong and get 100 points of firearms proficiency!Current gun proficiency (435/500)'

Almost at the same time, the phone buzzed and a message came.

'...'

blank.

"Damn it, you're still a gunsmith. If you don't fight like this, your lower body will be blown out. Do you need to die so quickly?"

Lin Jiajun pushed away the motionless Yaodong, and then asked the remaining one who was alive: "Hey, are there some people from Hong Kong Island who have come to let your boss kill people? Where are those people living now?"

The sought-after man was shot in the lower abdomen and was already lying on the ground unable to get up. He leaned on the sofa and gasped for breath, covering the wound with one hand, but he was very brave and raised his head arrogantly: "Damn, I have the guts to blow you up!" Dad's head!"

"Okay!"

boom!
As soon as Lin Jiajun raised his hand, there was a gunshot, and a blood hole appeared on the gunman's forehead, his eyes widened, and it slowly slid down.

Brother Xiao Ma shrugged his shoulders: "It's really stupid. Counting you, you have two survivors. If you are so stubborn, don't you force people to kill chickens for monkeys to see."

The last remaining wounded gunman had an idea, and he was really inspired, and said loudly: "Well... then, I am the only one left now, if you kill me again, you will not get any news! "

"Boss, please wait for me to finish my work next time before making any comments. Isn't it like teaching him to bargain with us?"

Lin Jiajun gave Xiao Ma a middle finger, then squatted in front of the only remaining seedling, and asked, "Talk about the conditions, how will you tell us where those people live?"

The man's face was pale, and he squeezed out a helpless smile: "I used people's money to eliminate disasters for others. In fact, there is no enmity or grudge between you and me. Now that it's like this, if you let me go, the whole thing will be as if it never happened. Yes, okay?"

"Let's talk about the addresses of those people first," Lin Jiajun said.

The gunman thought for a while and said, "I only know that Brother Yaodong rented a room in the building opposite us. You should be able to see it from our window. I don't know the specific house number."

"Then where do you live?" Lin Jiajun asked.

The gunman hesitated for a moment, and he also knew that if he bargained too much at this time, he would really anger the other party, and he was the one who was unlucky.

Finally, an address was given.

"Boss, Brother Yaodong's people are all dead, and I'm injured like this, so I'm no longer a threat to you. For the sake of my cooperation, give me a way, okay?"

Lin Jiajun took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and asked seriously: "Brother, if I give you a way out, will you call your brothers in Haojiang after I leave, and ask them to go to the pier?" Block us and leave us in Haojiang?"

"Huh?" The shooter's pupils suddenly shrank, his expression tense.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, there was a burst of random gunshots, his body leaning against the wall was continuously trembling and bouncing up from the bullets, and finally, with his eyes wide open, he also slowly slid down to the ground.

Brother Xiao Ma shook the gun in his hand, revealing a bit of the fierceness of the former strongman, and said deeply:
"These people are all desperadoes. To them, killing people is as easy as we eat. They can't use ordinary people's thinking to guess what they are thinking. The ghost knows what they are thinking. Now that they have done it, it must be troublesome to keep them alive." .”

"Of course I know. But boss, when you shoot next time, can you wait until I'm farther away? There's blood on my face. Damn, there seems to be half a large intestine. It tastes weird!"

Lin Jiajun grabbed a towel and touched the blood on his face, snapped his fingers, "Go, arrest someone!"

The two left the Grim Reaper Bar, which seemed to have been visited by Grim Reaper. As soon as they went out, Lin Zhongfa greeted him from across the road with a cane, and asked worriedly, "Brother Jun, Brother Xiao Ma, are you all right? Intense!"

"It's okay, are the police here?" Lin Jiajun asked casually.

The streets on both sides were empty and deserted, and there was not a single ghost in sight.

"Where are the police? I heard people say that the police on Haojiang Street are very professional. They say they will get off work at six o'clock every day, so they will get off work. After six o'clock, even if someone kills someone in front of the police station, the police will not see them. I won’t care." Lin Zhongfa said.

"Fuck! A bunch of trash!"

……

……

"No, no, go away!"

Lu Yongfu closed the door impatiently, turned around and said to Lu Jinqiang who was in the room: "A dead old man with a bad face, here to sell chips."

"Yeah." Lu Jinqiang nodded. This time he came to Haojiang to buy murderers and kill people. He didn't dare to trust Lu Jianbo and Lu Yongquan anymore. Only Lu Yongfu, who had always supported him and had no reason to be caught, was by his side.

The two were silent in the room for a moment, Lu Yongfu said hesitantly: "Brother Qiang, I have something to say, you may not be happy if you say it."

"Usually you are the most courageous! How is it now, are you afraid?!" Lu Jinqiang said.

"Yes!" Lu Yongfu nodded: "In the past, our four brothers were united, and Uncle Tao was on top as a shield, but now, Uncle Tao died, and the brothers dispersed. At this point, the two of us seem to be running away. That Yaodong, if he didn't kill Luo Ye, of course I would be afraid."

As he said that, he pulled out the pistol from the back of his waist, held it tightly in his hand, and looked at the door of the room: "Sometimes I feel that at any time, someone will break in and shoot us to death! You said, if we were , we are not that greedy..."

"Back then? You were the one who screamed the most!" Lu Jinqiang said.

Just at this moment, thump, thud, someone knocked on the door again.

"What are you doing, I said no!" Lu Yongfu stood up angrily, opened the door, and said angrily, "Go away, fellow daoist, I..."

The words were spoken in half, and then stopped.

Lu Jinqiang raised his head in surprise, and saw Lu Yongfu raised his hands, with a gun pressed against his forehead, and retreated step by step into the room with a pale face.

(End of this chapter)