A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Ten minutes later, Zhan Wenbi returned to the police station with the shell casings found on the ground and a few parking boys. Of course, he also took back the video tape.

"Arlo, are you okay?"

Ruby ran in from the door and breathed a heavy sigh of relief after seeing Wang Zuluo standing here properly.

In the past few days, she has been busy talking to the owners of nightclubs on the street occupied by Wang Zuluo about cooperation with public relations girls.

I just received the news that Wang Zuluo's sports car was burned and the people in the car were shot. I was so scared that my legs went weak.

"I'm fine. You go upstairs first and comfort the ladies in the bar so that they don't have to work tonight."

After Wang Zuluo comforted him, he wanted to send Ruby away.

Now that I'm busy looking for a gunman, how can I have time to fall in love with her?

"Brother Luo, we brought him back."

At this time, Aji walked into the bar carrying a fainted guy.

"You should try to find out who sent him as soon as possible..."

Wang Zuluo squinted his eyes and glanced at the person brought back by Aji, and prepared to follow Aji back to the box on the second floor for interrogation.

But before he could finish his words, a black van rushed out of a nearby alley, smashed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bar and rushed in.

Fortunately, there was a steel pipe prepared for the lady to perform a striptease next to the floor-to-ceiling window, which stopped the van.

"Brother Luo, be careful!"

Aji directly threw the guy on his shoulder aside, and then rolled to the side with Wang Zuluo in his arms.

Several bullets grazed the spot where Wang Zuluo had been standing just now.

Then the car door opened and two masked gunmen got out of the car.

One of them held a Black Star pistol and started shooting at the booth where Wang Zuluo was hiding.

Another masked gunman who drove the car got out of the car, raised his gun and fired several shots at the gangsters who gathered outside, forcing them back outside the bar.

bang bang…

Several bullets penetrated the booth seats and hit the ground near Wang Zuluo.

At this time, Wang Zuluo was being held by Ah Ji's collar and sliding quickly on the ground. Finally, the two of them hid at the bar.

Ruby was more unlucky. Aji had just pushed away Wang Zuluo. Ruby, who was standing behind, was hit by a bullet in the arm and fainted from the pain on the spot.

"Damn it!" Wang Zuluo cursed through gritted teeth as he listened to the sound of the bullet penetrating the bar and finally being stopped by the steel plate inside the bar.

But he didn't move slowly. He opened the wine cabinet behind the bar, took out a submachine gun from the partition, inserted the magazine and pulled the bolt.

"Brother Luo, those two bastards didn't move!"

Aji quickly stretched his head out to take a look, then retracted his head and shouted at Wang Zuluo.

Wang Zuluo nodded, imitated the shooting method of the black uncles, raised the gun over the bar, and then pulled the trigger at the location of the gunman in his memory.

Bang bang bang…

A string of bullets was fired from the submachine gun. The gunman did not expect that Wang Zuluo had hidden the gun behind the bar, and was caught off guard by the sudden attack.

The gunman holding a gun to suppress the gangsters outside had no idea what was going on behind him. He was directly hit by bullets. He twitched a few times and then sat down next to the tire of the van, making no movement.

"Third brother!!!"

The gunman who had been staring at Wang Zuluo shouted with a splitting look. He jumped forward like a conditioned reflex, dodging Wang Zuluo's muzzle that was aimed at the van.

When he fell down, he didn't forget to point at the position where Wang Zuluo raised his gun at the bar and pull the trigger repeatedly.

But he never imagined that anyone would be so fucking bored as to add steel plates to the bar.

Hey, Brother Luo did just that.

If this had been in Wang Zuluo's box on the second floor, the gunman would have seen something even more devastating. That is, not only the walls of the private room are inlaid with steel plates, but also the back of the sofa...

Bang...kaka.

The gunman kept pulling the trigger, but the pistol made the sound of a empty cylinder.

Before he could reload the magazine, a figure in white clothes jumped out from the bar.

The short knife that flew over with the figure drew an arc and directly pinned the gunman's gun hand to the ground.

Before the screams could be heard from his throat, Aji jumped to his side and kicked the gunman in the chin with a sweeping kick.

But the gunman's reaction was not slow either. He endured the pain in his palm and quickly turned over and hid to the side.

Then he grabbed a chair and threw it at Aji. Taking advantage of the time that Aji had to avoid the chair, he quickly stood up and grabbed the short knife in his palm to pull it out.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize that Aji's speed was much faster than ordinary people. As soon as the short sword was half-pulled out of his hand, Aji slapped it back with his palm.

While the gunman screamed, Aji turned around and kicked sideways, hitting the gunman in the chin.

The gunman was kicked and staggered several steps, shook his head, but did not faint.

But that was it, Aji had already rushed in front of him, grabbed the short knife inserted in his palm, twisted the blade hard and pulled it towards him.

The gunman had the dagger blade twisted sideways and got stuck in his hand bone, so he could only stumble over according to Aji's strength.

Normally, Aji would have drawn out a short knife and slit his throat, but this was the only one left alive, so what greeted the gunman was Aji's flying knees.

The gunman was hit in the chin again, and this time his eyes finally turned white and his body went limp.

The thugs outside also rushed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows because they were no longer suppressed by the gunman.

Aguang kicked the pistol next to the shooter, then grabbed the gunman's arm and pushed the gunman to the ground who was leaning on the tire.

"Brother Guang is not breathing!"

A gangster stepped forward and tried the gunman's nose, and then said something to Aguang.

All the other gangsters ran to the bar and separated the gunman who fell on the ground from Wang Zuluo.

Wang Zuluo then stood up with a submachine gun, feeling his rapidly beating heart with lingering fear.

It took Wang Zuluo a while to come back to his senses. He pushed the thugs away with a sullen face and ran towards Ruby's position.

Damn it, these two gunmen didn't leave after the first attack. Instead, they avoided the search by Wang Zuluo's men and carried out the second attack again.

Wang Zuluo picked up Ruby and was relieved when he found that she was only shot in the arm.

Unlike the last time Wu Fei's stomach was covered in iron sand fired by a homemade gunpowder gun, this time Ruby's arm was completely penetrated by a bullet, and her injuries were much more serious.

Wu Fei only lay in the hospital for a long time. After the iron sand on his belly was pinched out of the skin by the doctor with tweezers, he was wrapped in gauze and discharged.

It looks like Ruby will have to stay in the hospital for a while.

"Aguang, find a car to take Sister Ruby to Mingxin Hospital!"

When Wang Zuluo saw the two holes in Ruby's arm, he knew that his arm was saved.

But after treatment, there will be two scars on the arm, one large and one small. The small one is where the bullet entered in the front, and the big one is where the bullet rolled out and a whole piece of flesh was missing.

"Brother Luo, these two guys have some background, they should have come from the battlefield!"

Aji looked at the calluses on the gunman's palms from holding a gun all the time and said something to Wang Zuluo.

After watching Aguang put Ruby into the car, Wang Zuluo walked up to Aji.

If Brother Luo wasn't cruel and didn't take Ruby to the hospital himself, who knows if there would be a gunman waiting to kill him next?

So the wisest thing to do is to stay in the bar. The gangsters who had just dispersed to scratch people because the police came have now gathered again at the door of the bar.

Even if there was a gunman, he wouldn't be able to break through the crowd of thugs and enter the bar.