marvel prehistoric world

Manhattan Chinatown.

Starting from three o'clock in the afternoon today, all Chinese businesses will close early, and the bustling streets suddenly become desolate.

Ahu came from Xiangjiang in recent years and has not received his green card yet, but the problem is not big anymore and someone will help solve it.

He was wearing a black and red waiter's uniform, and dozens of people were following behind him.

They were all members of the Hong Gang, and on the left and right were two little bosses like him.

Everyone had guns on their waists, and there were even snipers hiding on the roofs of tall buildings not far away.

"What time is it?" Ahu turned around and asked.

"It's seven o'clock." A boy said.

"Let's go" Ahu pointed to the Aoba Dojo Road in front of him.

No one would have thought that the famous Qinggang headquarters was actually an old martial arts gym.

The group of people was divided into three waves, each led by three bosses.

Ahu led people to block the back door, while the other two leaders, Lao Zhang and Dasha, rushed straight to the front door.

"Dong dong dong" The door of Qingye Martial Arts School is an old-fashioned red lacquer door with two domineering animal rings on it, which are specially used for knocking.

"The door is unlocked, come in," a male voice said from inside.

Lao Zhang and Dasha looked at each other, pushed hard, and the door slowly opened.

What comes into view is a field of about [-] square meters, with old-fashioned stone locks for exercise and shelves of cold weapons on both sides.

The eighteen weapons above are all complete, and they are all made of metal but do not have weapons.

The white stone bricks on the ground are laid out, very thick and strong, and are very resistant to being trampled when used for martial arts training. However, there are two extremely deep pits in the middle.

Anyone who knows the art will know at a glance that it is caused by someone practicing leg skills and stepping on it all year round.

"He's a kid from the Hong Gang. What are you doing here?" The speaker was a young man with tight muscles and a strong body.

He was the one who said the door was unlocked earlier.

"The situation is not right, should we notify the restaurant to sit down?" Lao Zhang said.

"It turns out to be young master Pan Long and Pan. I wonder if Mr. Pan Qingdi and Mr. Pan are here. Our boss wants to invite him to have a cup of tea." Dasha signaled the other party to be calm and stood up to speak.

"Do you have the qualifications?" Pan Long was wearing a training uniform and seemed not to be afraid of the opponent's overwhelming numbers.

Dasha said: "I, Dasha, am relatively junior, so naturally I am not qualified, but we sincerely invite you to sit in the hall."

"Go away" Pan Long only gave the other party one word.

"Hehe, young master has quite a temper. It is said that there is something going on in Qingye Martial Arts School. Since young master Pan won't cooperate, then don't blame me."

When Dasha said this, he waved his right hand and said, "Go in and capture Pan Qingdi alive."

"Yes"

The boy behind him immediately pulled out his pistol, aimed at the opponent and was about to fire.

Just now.

"Boom boom"

Yellow beams of light suddenly shot out from the door of the martial arts hall, instantly piercing through several juniors.

"Hidden" Dasha reacted well and immediately rolled to one side.

But Lao Zhang, who came with him, was not so lucky. He was directly pierced by the beam, opening a bloody hole in his chest.

"Boom boom"

"Boom boom"

Dense yellow beams of light suddenly descended, and more than half of the people brought in by Dasha and Lao Zhang were immediately lost.

Especially Lao Zhang's people, because the leader died, there was some confusion, and the casualties were even more heavy.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Ten people came out of the martial arts hall with strange weapons. They looked like guns, but the front ends were like knives, with some strange luster shining on them.

This thing seems to be a weapon of the Chitauri, not a product of the earth.

During the Battle of New York, Zhou Mo killed the Chitauri in large numbers, but most of their equipment was intact.

Whether it's the Mafia, the Hong Gang, the Green Gang or the Hydra organization, they all got a lot of good things.

In other words, SHIELD failed to completely block it, and many of those alien weapons leaked out.

"Ahu, the situation is not right, help" Dasha took out a walkie-talkie from his waist, leaned against a stone step and shouted loudly.

"Let them fire for support." Ahu, who was behind, listened to the voice on the intercom, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he made a move.

Immediately.

"bang bang"

The sniper from the tall building in the distance took action and instantly killed several people who came out of the martial arts hall.

It's just ten alien firearms, not armor, and it's the same pill when hit by a sniper rifle. .

"There are snipers, stay hidden"

Pan Long shouted, rolled neatly, and hid behind a pair of giant stone locks.

"Ahu is supporting us. Let me attack them all and kill them all. If anyone dares to flinch, we will have three swords and six eyes waiting for you." Dasha took the opportunity to shout, took out a micro punch from his back and started shooting.

"Thud thud thud thump"

When Lao Zhang's remaining men and Dasha's men heard this, they stopped messing around and took action.

They belong to the same gang, even if they are not the boss, they would not dare to retreat at this time.

Then the two sides started a chaotic gun battle. Even though Dasha lost a lot of people, it still had the numerical advantage.

Although there are few people on Pan Long's side, the weapons are good and there is no need to change bullets.

However, the shooting skills of both sides are not very good, let alone sharpshooters, so the chaotic scene will not lead to any results at once.

In the center of the inner hall of Qingye Martial Arts Hall, on an old-fashioned Taishi chair, an old man with a white beard but a strong physique sat there.

As if he couldn't hear what was going on outside, he slowly drank tea and said, "Has Artest taken action?"

"We have already reached the headquarters of the Hong Gang. It should be the same as ours now. The Hong Gang wants to annex us, and I have always wanted to annex them. Now we have to see who has the last laugh."

Said a middle-aged man in a suit and tie who looked somewhat like an old man with a white beard.

"Well, with these alien weapons, it shouldn't be a problem for us to wait until the end." The old man with the white beard nodded.

He was wearing a Tang suit, and half of his hair was gone on his forehead. Due to the strong secretion of oil, the light shining on it was still a little blurry.

"We have almost the same number of people on both sides. If we all go out, they won't last long." The middle-aged man in a suit said.

"After this time, our Qing Gang will be the only one left in Manhattan's Chinatown." The white-bearded old man, or Pan Qingdi, said with a hint of passion in his cloudy eyes.

"Congratulations, father, you will be considered the earth emperor of this area from now on." The middle-aged man said.

"Although the term "Tu Emperor" is crude, I like it very much." Pan Qingdi stroked his beard and said cheerfully.

The people on the Hong Gang's side had limited ammunition and quickly misfired. Naturally, the other side took the opportunity to kill many people.

Dasha himself has good physical fitness. Although he is not as good as Jin Bing who has reached the peak of his training, he can still use the ancient sword skills that he has experienced on the battlefield.

If the two fight against each other, he will definitely lose in a fist and kick competition, but he may win in a weapons competition.

"Tear"

Dasha pulled open the leg of his right trouser leg, revealing a short knife tied to it, and then huddled in a corner of the stone steps.

The people from the Qing Gang knew that they had no more bullets, so they naturally came over to clean up, so of course they couldn't avoid close combat.

"die"

A member of the Youth Gang approached with an alien firearm. Dasha's muscles tensed up at the moment the opponent showed his head.

"Qiang" the short knife was instantly pulled out from his leg and rolled past his feet.

At the same time, a cold light flashed across, and the man fell to the ground instantly.

"shhhhh"

Naturally, the other members of the Qing Gang immediately turned around and shot, but Dasha hid again.

"Everyone, stay back, I'll come." Pan Long said.

"Yes" There were only a few people holding alien firearms left, and they retreated under orders.

"Come out, I'll give you a chance." Pan Long said, walked to the weapon rack and took down a long gun.

Dasha hesitated for a moment, glanced at him, and made sure that the Qing Gang men had put away their guns, and then slowly stood up.

The battles between gangs start as a melee, and then those with status will challenge each other, not because they are stupid, but to show their strength.

"Brother Hu, it's almost done inside. Dasha and Lao Zhang's people are all gone." A younger brother reported from the back door of the martial arts gym.

"Then let's take over Pan Qingdi, who is wanted by Brother Zhan of the Internet Cafe. Please be careful." Ahu left two people at the back door and led his men to climb over the wall of the martial arts hall with a ladder, preparing to break through.

Dasha is currently fighting with Pan Long. One side is using battlefield sword skills, which are ruthless and deadly.

One party uses a long spear, which is like a poisonous snake, fast and accurate, always attacking the vital point.

The battle between them was not as exciting as the martial arts masters in movies and TV shows. Both sides were injured and their bodies were infected with blood.

Pan Long was scratched on the waist and back by the other party. Although his vital parts were not hurt, he was dripping with blood.

As for Dasha, his left hand was completely disabled. He was shot through the left shoulder by the opponent, but his weapon was jammed and gave the opponent a chance.

The two are facing each other, and the next blow must be a matter of life and death, but I don't know who is better.

"boom"

At this moment, a bullet hit Pan Long's foot.

Then a group of people suddenly descended from the wall, led by Ahu.

"Stop it. I have 30 people here, three micro-attacks, and five snipers outside. We have already won."

The remaining members of the Green Gang were armed with alien weapons and ready to take action.

"bang bang bang"

Five shots in a row, all shot to the head.

Dasha was not at all happy to see this, and his face, which was already pale due to excessive blood loss, turned even paler.

He knew that the snipers in front were not serious at all, and deliberately let them fight so that both sides would lose.