A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

After receiving the order, Ahe and others put away their pistols and withdrew, leaving the frontline offensive task to those behind with submachine guns.

Xie Weihao adjusted the headset on his ear and repeated Wang Zuluo's instructions.

Immediately, the members of the Law Enforcement Hall, carrying submachine guns in their hands, began to step forward to do their work.

The only ones that Wang Zuluo can call his confidants, apart from the Law Enforcement Hall, are the bodyguards who follow him.

Now that the Law Enforcement Hall is out to do things, it means fighting to the death.

Without hesitation, the gunmen who had been ambushing outside the villa raised their guns and shot at the gunmen under Chen Wanshan who were still resisting in the villa.

The difference between pistols and automatic firearms is easy to tell.

Chen Wanshan's men, who had been able to withstand a few bullets before, no longer dared to come forward and fight back after being shot several times.

Ah He and others seized the opportunity, climbed over the wall and rushed to the villa.

Several grenades were thrown into the living room of the villa along the window that was shattered by bullets.

"Artest!"

After Ah He threw the grenade, he patted Artest on the shoulder.

Artai didn't even look back, he immediately squatted down and let Ah He step on his shoulders to climb to the second floor balcony.

Then came Ah Mao and several members of the Law Enforcement Hall, and gunshots began to ring out one after another on the second floor of the villa.

At the same time, Tsim Sha Tsui is also very lively.

"Everyone who has nothing to do with Xinlianying's work should get the hell out of here!"

Several double-decker buses screeched to a stop at the intersection of a certain East Star nightclub, and a group of white-shirted gangsters poured out of the bus.

"Sweep from the street to the end of the street. Anyone who dares to block the road will be killed by me!"

Duan Kun held a walkie-talkie in one hand and a machete in the other. He stood at the bus conductor's position and started giving orders to the gangsters.

This time when the brothers were doing things, the sticks in their hands were replaced with machetes, which showed that Brother Luo was really angry.

Dongxing's center of gravity has always been in Southeast Asia, but it also has a lot of territory here on Hong Kong Island.

The territories of Hongxing, Hongle, Xinji, Heliansheng and other societies are crisscrossed together.

The same goes for this street. The tea restaurants at the corner of the street belong to Hongxing, but the mahjong parlor in the middle belongs to Heliansheng.

The nightclub in the center of the street belongs to Dongxing, the horse stall nearby is Hongle's venue, and the small casino where Xinji is watching is just above the nightclub.

But today this street is different. The people on the street are all Xinlianying gangsters in white shirts.

After receiving the news, the Hongxing Four-Nine and the bad guys from Heliansheng gathered at the entrance of their respective venues to watch the excitement.

The people in Hongle were different, they didn't even show their heads.

Xinji was even worse. After receiving the news, the person in charge of the small casino immediately started to drive people away.

But those gamblers who won money didn't want to leave, and the guys who lost money wanted to make a comeback. These gamblers were very resistant to the moves of the new gangsters who were watching the casino to chase them away.

Seeing that Xin Lianying's gangsters had rushed down the street to the door of the nightclub downstairs, Xin Ji's people immediately struck cruelly.

The gangsters armed with baseball bats and machetes drove the gamblers aside, quickly collected the casino money, and started running away along the fire stairs without even closing the door.

As for the nightclub downstairs belonging to Dong Xing, the Dong Xingzi watching the scene never thought that the mourners under Mad Dog Luo, whom they regarded as Mad Dog Luo, would bite them.

So when the white-shirted guys smashed the glass door of the nightclub and rushed into the nightclub, the young stars were still just watching the fun.

But eating melon and eating it on your own head makes you very depressed.

I have long heard about the conflict between Xinji and Xinlianying. Talkers on both sides have been attacked by gunmen. The only difference is that Xin Lianying's mad dog Luo Mingda is not dead, while Xin Ji's sitting in the hall has been carried back for burial.

"Damn it, this is Dongxing Viagra's venue, how dare you come here to act wild?"

In the office on the second floor, Si Yanlei, who was hugging the massage girl happily, was frightened by the knock on the door by his subordinates, and immediately entered the sage time.

The pants he had just taken off to his ankles were picked up again by him. He ignored his wet underwear and opened the door with a sullen expression on his upper body.

Just as he was about to scold him, he saw a subordinate covered in blood lying on the corridor outside the office.

His pupils shrank violently, and before Siyanlei had time to put on his clothes, he reached out and pulled out a machete from the vase at the door.

Together with the Dongxingzi who came out of the lounge after hearing the sound, they trotted to the stairs.

The guests in the hall had been dispersed by white-shirted men and were driven out of the nightclub through the back door.

It was really impossible to walk, so they all squatted on the spot with their heads in their hands, making way for the passage in the middle.

"Which one of you is leading?"

The machete was raised and pointed towards the Xinlianying group of people gathering below. Si Yanlei raised his voice and shouted:

"This is the venue for Smiling Tiger Wu Zhiwei and Viagra. Are you, Xin Lian Ying, planning to go to war with Dong Xing?"

Duan Kun pushed aside a few of his men, walked to the stairs, looked up at Si Yanlei above, with a strange smile on his face, and replied:

"I don't care if this is a place for smiling tigers or smiling cats, I only know that our brother Luo asked me to come here to find someone!"

"Did Chen Wanshan from Lianshun book a private room here these days and bring a woman back with him, right?"

Duan Kun stepped up the stairs with the knife in hand, and led the people towards Si Yanlei step by step, while continuing to say:

"Hand over the person and we will leave immediately, otherwise we will sweep away all the Dong Xingzi in this store today."

Si Yanlei's face turned pale in an instant. Dongxing was active in Southeast Asia, so it was inevitable that he had some friendship with his colleague Lianshun.

Si Yanlei had been working with Smiling Tiger in Southeast Asia before. He was registered last year and came to Tsim Sha Tsui to visit a nightclub and drink water.

Chen Wanshan found him and asked him to help place a girl in a nightclub, and Si Yanlei agreed without thinking.

At first, I thought it was Chen Wanshan who had robbed some good family, but then he saw that the fellow soldier guarding the woman was carrying a gun, and Si Yanlei knew that he might be in trouble.

But everything has happened, can we still drive people out?

Chen Wanshan is not a small person like him. If he just says something, he, a bad boy, will be beheaded to death on the street.

But now the mourners from Xin Lianying came here to cause trouble, and the leader was Mad Dog Luo's white-haired Duan Kun. Si Yanlei now wanted to die.

"What woman? I don't know!"

Si Yanlei quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind and realized that he would definitely die if he offended Chen Wanshan.

But if he offends Mad Dog Luo, he may not necessarily die if he has this smiling tiger flag.

It is not difficult to choose. Who is Wang Zuluo? Although others call him Mad Dog Luo, everyone knows that he is reasonable?