A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Ahu threw away his backpack, took out his dog-leg knife and stared at the group of people getting off the car. The exact one was the bulletproof vest worn by Wang Zuluo in the crowd.

He had been secretly watching Wang Zuluo for a long time. If Tony hadn't stopped his actions, he would have taken action long ago.

The bulletproof vest was smuggled back from the mainland, and there were two pieces in total.

The buyer is Wang Zuluo and the seller is Gui Lao, but the smuggling line for transporting the goods is the channel of the Vietnamese gang.

At first, he wanted to buckle off the bulletproof vest and give it to his eldest brother and the others, but Si Yan said it was from a ghost guy, so he reluctantly gave up.

Later, when he found out that these bulletproof vests had been sold to Wang Zuluo, he felt regretful.

The black TF90 series bulletproof vest Wang Zuluo is wearing now is very easy to recognize. Because they are imported from the Mainland, Hong Kong Island will not be equipped with bulletproof vests from the Mainland.

It could only be the two pieces he wanted to take off. Now that Wang Zuluo appeared here wearing them, how could he admit his mistake?

Ahu is just a straight-tempered person who tends to act impulsively, but he is not stupid.

Seeing Ah Hu suddenly running out from the side, the thugs had no time to raise their guns and point at him.

The dog-legged knife was swung quickly, and Ahu killed two thugs with just one glance, and successfully rushed to not far away from Wang Zuluo.

Without hesitation, Ahu grabbed the body of a beaten boy and blocked it in front of him, and rushed towards Wang Zuluo's position.

Wang Zuluo raised the shotgun in his hand, but did not pull the trigger, and quickly dodged to Gao Gang's side.

Just kidding, he was surrounded by his own people. If he fired a shotgun, he didn't know whether Ahu would die or not, but he would definitely injure a lot of his own people.

Gao Gang raised the short-handled steel gun with a red tassel in his hand and drew it on A Hu's machete. The opponent's body was whipped by the force and staggered to the side.

Then he squatted down and swept his legs, sweeping Ahu and the kid he was holding over.

It didn't take more than five seconds for Ah Hu to rush over and knock down the opponent on the high hill.

Without the suddenness, Ahu's threat has basically disappeared.

The short-handled red tassel gun in Gao Gang's hand plunged directly into Ahu's knife-holding wrist on the ground, pierced it from the front, penetrated and then nailed it into the ground.

Ah Hu's expression was distorted in pain. He could no longer hold the dog-leg knife, and was kicked away by Ah Ji who came after him.

He stretched out his hand to pull away the dazai who fell on A-Hu, and slashed A-Hu's throat with the short knife in his hand.

"Don't kill him!"

Wang Zuluo's voice sounded, and Aji's short knife was already attached to Ahu's neck. If it weren't for his superb control of force, Ahu would have been dead by now.

Turning to look at Wang Zuluo, Aji was waiting for the next instructions.

Wang Zuluo first waved his hand to the gangsters to cooperate with Sha Danwu and rush into the warehouse. Then he came over, patted Gao Gang on the shoulder, and raised his chin in the direction of A Hu.

The meaning is obvious, let Gao Gang take action to deal with A Hu.

Aji smiled and took back his short sword, stood next to Wang Zuluo, and stared at Gao Gang's neck intentionally or unintentionally.

Gao Gang hesitated for a moment and glanced at the two thugs who were killed by A Hu. He gritted his teeth and pulled the tip of the red tassel gun out of the ground.

Together with A'hu's wrist hanging on the red tassel gun, it plunged into A'hu's throat in the blink of an eye.

With a twist of his wrist, Gao Gang stepped on A Hu's arm and pulled it out again. The red tassel gun broke away from A Hu's body and returned to Gao Gang's hand.

At this time, Gao Gang's eyes were faintly red. It was his first time to kill someone and he couldn't even control his breathing. The blood on the red tassel gun flowed to the ground along the red rope on the head of the gun.

Ahu's intact left hand was covering his neck, his eyes still staring in Wang Zuluo's direction. He opened his mouth to say something, but because of the wound, he just spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Zuluo ignored Gao Gang and looked at the warehouse where sporadic gunshots had been heard.

Although the Vietnamese had already reacted, Sha Danwu had already led people to control the entrance of the warehouse to prevent the other party from lowering the rolling shutter door again.

Ashan looked at his men who were being chopped down one after another. He had no intention of resisting and turned around and ran towards the inside of the warehouse.

At this time, he had piled up the righteous words that had not yet come to pick up the goods. A Qiang felt itchy in his teeth.

If the other party hadn't wasted time, he would have finished delivering the goods by now, led his men back to Siyan to get the gun, and went to find trouble with Mad Dog Luo.

Now I'm fine. I'm stuck in the warehouse like a chicken, and I don't even have time to react. It's so fucking frustrating!

In arms transactions, bullets and firearms are received separately. In addition, it was Shu Bing, an old friend of Four Eyes, so Ah Shan and the others had no firearms prepared for self-defense.

There have been several transactions between them. Shu Bing's people are here to receive the goods, and the bullets will not be delivered until tomorrow. In this way, both parties have concerns and are not afraid that the other party's people will take advantage of them.

But after all calculations, Ah Shan never expected that someone would suddenly come to take advantage of him.

This is the paradise of the Vietnamese gang. Four Eyes has been hanging out in Hong Kong Island for so long, and even the big gangsters who come here to make a fortune and then leave will not come here to take advantage of others.

The gunshots rang out behind him made Ah Shan speed up a bit. He bypassed several shelves and reached out to pull out a box from the ground.

There was also a confidant who ran over with him. When he saw Ah Shan's movements, he knew what the boss was going to do, so he followed him with his backpack on his back.

Open the box and remove the straw inside, revealing an AK wrapped in oil paper.

Then he tore the backpack off his men, unzipped it and dumped the contents onto the ground.

The backpack contained three empty magazines and several boxes of AK bullets.

At this time, he hated himself very much for not assembling the AK before.

Listening to the constant sound of gunfire in his ears, Ah Shan and his men tore open the carton containing bullets, and with trembling hands began to press bullets into the magazine one by one.

Time was tight, Ah Shan only loaded half of the magazine and couldn't wait to insert it into the magazine.

"You keep loading the magazine!"

Pulling the bolt, Ah Shan stood up with the AK in hand, preparing to walk around the shelves with a ferocious expression, giving those who dared to cause trouble a bit of a shock from the firepower.

As soon as I got out, a dozen Vietnamese boys rushed towards me. They were frightened by the people at the door and used guns to run back.

A machete versus a pistol, anyone with a normal mind would not fight head-on.

"Get the hell out of the way, don't block the road!"

Ah Shan raised his gun and pointed it at the Vietnamese boys who were retreating in front.

Unfortunately, an AK cannot scare these Vietnamese guys at all. There are many more guns behind him than the one in his boss's hand.

Therefore, no one would let him out of the shooting range. They just retreated further into the warehouse.

Bang bang... bang!

Without hesitation, Ah Shan directly pulled the trigger, and the bullets from the AK directly tore open the bodies of several Vietnamese who were blocking him.

Now, this group of Vietnamese who have just arrived in Hong Kong finally know what it means to respect their boss. He moved away from the muzzle of the AK like a god of plague and walked around the shelves from Ashan's side.

With a sinister smile, Ah Shan moved the muzzle of the gun to the space vacated by the Vietnamese, preparing to pull the trigger to let the other party know the difference between a pistol and a rifle.

But the next moment, the expression on his face froze, and he decisively retracted the AK in his hand, pretending that he was not the one who fired the gun just now.

Who did that bastard with four eyes offend?

Looking at at least six submachine guns pointing at him less than five meters away, Ah Shan already cursed his boss bloody in his heart.

There are eight bullets left in his AK that are full of bullets. Even if he shoots the men with submachine guns one by one, he will kill them all.

But the remaining guys with big black stars in their hands were enough to shoot him six times.

"Brothers opposite, we can talk. If Four Eyes offends you in any way, it will have nothing to do with me in the future..."

"Brother, magazine!"

Before Ashan finished shouting, his brother finally loaded the magazine with bullets and threw them directly from the shelf.

"Fuck me!"

Ah Shan only had time to curse. The next moment, the bullets from the submachine gun tore open the wooden freight pallet that was used as a cover in front of him and hit Ah Shan's body squatting behind him.

Except for a few particularly lucky guys, Ah Shan and a dozen Vietnamese boys who had just ran across the shelves behind him all fell to the ground.

Including the Ashan henchman who was blocked by the crowd and could only throw the magazine to his boss from above.

Only then did the magazine fall. After hitting the tray, it bounced into Ashan's face.

Sha Danwu took the lead and rushed over with his men, bypassing all kinds of debris blocking the road, and carrying a knife to hit the Vietnamese guys on the ground.

Outside the warehouse, Wang Zuluo leaned on the front of the car with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling and looking at Gao Gang, who was still adjusting himself.

Wang Zuluo was not worried at all about whether he could handle Ah Shan this time.

Sha Danwu had been watching them for almost a day, and with Li Yunfei helping to control the wind on the road, he didn't even notice that these Vietnamese guys had any firearms.

This is the other party's hometown, not far from Si Yan's residence.

The Vietnamese are all gunmen. If Siyan lets these men wander around his house with guns in hand, Brother Luo will lose if he can sleep peacefully!

If you hand out firearms to your subordinates on a regular basis, that doesn't mean you have trust or loyalty, it just means you have a sick brain.

Next to Wang Zuluo, one person was holding a gun, and at least two people were watching. When on the road, the magazines and the gun were kept by two people, and the remaining one was responsible for monitoring.

Of course, the magazine will be handed over to the gunman when the action begins, but the person watching will not leave.

This is not a war era. If you dare to let your subordinates follow you with guns, then the person with the gun is definitely your confidant, the kind who will live and die together.

Brother Luo didn't know if others could do it, but there was absolutely no way he was alone with someone following behind him with a gun.

Five minutes later, the gangster inside came out and reported a piece of news to Wang Zuluo:

"Brother Luo, there are more than a hundred Black Star pistols in the warehouse..."

Wang Zuluo was stunned for a moment, but cold sweat broke out on his back.

Wang Zuluo was not surprised at all that the Vietnamese were smuggling Black Star.

Because until 2014, the Vietnamese government still used a replica of the Black Star pistol, which they called K54.

“But no bullet was found….”

At this time, Dazai had just finished speaking, and Brother Luo was so angry that he kicked the opponent in the butt: "Next time, let's talk about the key points first!"

At this time, Sha Danwu also walked out and began to move gasoline barrels down from the garbage truck with his men.

Wang Zuluo couldn't help but squeeze out a breath of cold air from his teeth when he saw that the other party was actually carrying a gasoline barrel.

Are all the people in the Number Gang so stubborn?

What if the other party has a gun or throws a Molotov cocktail?

Didn’t that mean that his own group was completely wiped out before he even took action?

"You have to pay more this time! There are more than a hundred pistols in it. They are definitely not from Four Eyes. We are in trouble!"

Sha Danwu came over with a frown and complained a little to Wang Zuluo.

Killing someone is not a big deal, since he and Si Yan have already fallen out with each other.

But these guns must have been transported by Siyan for others. They killed Ah Shan before others made the deal, and the debt would definitely be settled on their own and others' heads.

"Don't worry, leave the rest of the trouble to me!"

Wang Zuluo patted Sha Danwu on the shoulder, then took out his cell phone and dialed Liangkun's number.

Brother Liangkun and I are brothers. If I have good things, I must count them as good brothers.

Anyway, the other party also wants to get involved in the arms business, so they should try it in advance.

Besides, Brother Liangkun is eyeing Hong Xing’s name, so he can’t handle even this matter... right?

I was asked to change it several times today. They said that yesterday’s changes were not good and there were still bad guiding tendencies.

I have to think about how to turn those reported chapters into positive ones without changing the main plot...

Hair loss...

Dear friends, please pray for a way to cure hair loss.

If this continues, Brother Luo will really have to buy a wig that sticks to his head.

Hemorrhoids plus hair loss, is this the price of growth?

Are you fellow ancestors like me?

I now have a strong lack of identity. Is it true that every man has hemorrhoids and hair loss?