Hong Kong Films: Starting from the True Color of a Boy

As an industry veteran who is several times more mature than Xiao Ma, Song Zihao's handling of people's hearts can be said to be top-notch.

His only shortcoming is that he is too loyal.

But for people who don't care, he can accurately judge the other's psychology.

"If we leave, Wang Yue will become angry with embarrassment. With his development speed, we can't survive." Song Zihao stomped out the cigarette, and sighed, "Wang Yue is a person who loves talents and doesn't care about money."

"If we can stay and get his approval, maybe we still have a chance."

Song Zihao is a humble person, never boasting, and never arrogant.

But knowing the opponent's psychological motivation is where he is most confident.

Who would have thought that this skill that allowed him to dominate the arena for decades would become Wang Yue's means to defeat him?

If Brother Xiao Ma and Song Zihao really left, Wang Yue would not make any effort to find them.

But Song Zihao was plotted to death by Wang Yue.

"What about the people in the company?" Brother Xiao Ma excitedly said, "Brother Hao, as long as we work hard for the company, we will die if we sell the company."

"Can I survive without selling the company?" Song Zihao looked at Xiao Ma helplessly, "Xiao Ma, don't get too excited. If you stay angry, you will only be the one who gets hurt in the end."

"I'm not angry!" Little Ma shook the cigarette away, pointed at Song Zihao and said, "I just want to tell others that I will definitely get back what I lost!"

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became silent under Xiao Ma's roar.

Brother Xiao Ma was smoking red, as if he remembered the years of suffering... From then on, he told himself.

People fight for breath!

Suddenly, before Song Zihao could say anything to comfort Brother Ma, just as he stepped forward to pat Brother Ma on the shoulder.

sudden!sudden!sudden!

A figure in the darkness stood on a container not far away, holding an MP5 submachine gun in his hand, and fired at the two of them.

"Hide!"

Brother Xiao Ma and Song Zihao jumped to the two sides tacitly, spreading the firepower of each other, and looked at each other in shock.

"Why so fast?"

They are almost in unison.

Song Zihao's brain was also running fast.

Wang Yue called him to warn him first, and then rushed over. He must have known that the two of them hadn't left, so he used the phone to warn him.

"The person who came here should not be Wang Yue," Song Zihao threw a magazine clip to Brother Xiao Ma, "When he called us, my brother rushed towards us."

"Damn! He wants to kill us..."

Bang!

Song Zihao was talking when the sawdust above the container he was hiding in suddenly exploded.

Song Zihao felt that his ears were going to be deaf, and turned over abruptly, only to hear that familiar devilish greeting!

"Who said I wasn't here?"

Wang Yue?how is this possible? !

Song Zihao looked shocked into the darkness, a shadow appeared at the corner of the container.

"Brother Hao, it seems to be really Wang Yue?" Brother Xiao Ma asked doubtfully.

Song Zihao felt his mind go awry.

The decades of experience he has accumulated have all been overthrown!

Wang Yue, the leader of the society, actually came here in person to fight to the death with these two desperadoes?

is it possible?

Bang!Bang!

When two shots were fired, Song Zihao and Xiao Ma immediately moved away.

Immediately, they realized that the person holding an MP5 was hiding somewhere nearby.

It seems that Wang Yue and that person had planned their tactics before they came.

Attracting attention from the charge, Wang Yue held the powerful Desert Eagle to kill at close range.

Afterwards, the Charger hid again and approached Song Zihao and Brother Xiao Ma.

The MP5 submachine gun can fire nineteen rounds per second. Limited by its suppressing power, Song Zihao and Xiao Ma must concentrate on dealing with assaulters who may get close.

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Chapter 129

This also gave Wang Yue the space to break through the two.

It must be so!

Song Zihao's mood immediately stabilized.

Based on the experience he ordered against the enemy, considering the environment and terrain, it only takes one second to judge the opponent's tactics.

But how did Song Zihao know that what he was facing was someone who even the elite Zhou Xingxing of the Flying Tigers felt incomparable to him!

"Little Ma, I have seen their tactics..."

"You guard the submachine gun, I guard..."

Song Zihao hadn't finished speaking yet.

Brother Xiao Ma hurriedly yelled "Get down!"

Immediately afterwards, from the end where the two were hiding, a black figure holding a desert eagle flashed, walked towards them, pointed at the two, and pulled the trigger continuously!

Face the enemy head-on?

Song Zihao was pushed down by Xiao Ma, and several gunshots made him deafened.

The man didn't back down, he didn't even take half a step around, and he boldly bet that Brother Ma's gun would miss!

"Damn... the vision is too bad!"

Brother Xiao Ma quickly mentioned Song Zihao's transfer.

From the shadows, Song Zihao saw the face of a man holding a desert eagle through the moonlight.

His eyes are infinitely mocking, and he has a strong attitude of a superior.

But Song Zihao had never seen someone who came to the front line and put his life and death aside?

Shouldn't the high-ranking people be like his boss, huddling in the office and giving advice?

Bang!

A shot almost hit Song Zihao, but landed on Xiao Ma's shoulder.

The power of the Desert Eagle caused Xiao Ma to fall, but fortunately, the two hid behind a container.

sudden!sudden!sudden!sudden!

The submachine gun that disappeared appeared ghostly beside the two of them.

Song Zihao and Brother Xiao Ma rushed forward and moved again, but the countless gunpowder smoke made the two of them feel down.

"Brother Hao..." Little Ma coughed twice, breathing heavily, "Can you see what tactics they are using?"

"They brought a lot of people?"

"No!" Song Zihao said in fear, "There are only two people."!"

In just a few minutes, he made continuous mistakes in judgment, and even misjudged the time when Wang Yue arrived.

This is enough to show that Wang Yue's strategic level and strategic experience are far behind him.

Song Zihao is not a conceited person, usually he will pretend that his opponent is in the best condition, only then can he carefully sail the boat for thousands of years and live until now.

But how old is Wang Yue?

Although he seems to be a successful person, Wang Yue's age is by no means over thirty!

How could a young man under the age of 30 crush a professional killer who has been in it for more than ten years in terms of tactics and strategy?

The existence of Wang Yue has already surpassed Song Zihao's cognition.

But he knows one thing:

That is, if you continue to fight with Wang Yue, you will definitely lose.

"Brother Hao, what should we do?" Brother Xiao Ma noticed that Song Zihao's expression was a bit wrong.

Song Zihao gritted his lower teeth and made the most difficult decision in his life, "Surrender, pony."

"The two of them have surrounded us, we have no chance."

"Surrender?" Little Ma stared at Song Zihao in shock.

If it was normal, if Song Zihao said this, brother Ma would definitely yell at him.

But now, looking at the embarrassment and despair on Song Zihao's face, Xiao Ma knows that Song Zihao really has nothing to do.

"Surrender is also death..." Xiao Ma changed the magazine in a panic, and was about to lean out when he was stopped by Song Zihao.

Bang!

Sure enough, a cold bullet almost hit Brother Ma's forehead!

"Xiao Ma, do you still remember what I said, maybe this is an opportunity?" Song Zihao said helplessly.

At this time, both of them were in a high-intensity mental confrontation, adrenaline made them sweat profusely, and the endless pressure was like a tide, as if it could crush a boulder!

"Make a movie?" Brother Xiao Ma laughed angrily, "What can you make? What can I make? Urban emotional scenes?"

Song Zihao didn't explain, but that's not what he wanted to express.

He just felt that Wang Yue was different from the company.