A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

After hearing Wang Zuluo's instructions, Ah Hua immediately sat up straight and started the car. The wires that were cut in advance prevented the car lights from turning on, and he quietly drove out of the parking space.

The four robbers over there were startled by the sound of the alarm. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they found out that the alarm of a car was triggered for unknown reasons.

But after being frightened this time, several people quickened their pace and prepared to turn into the alley leading to the seaside next to the phone booth and board the ship as soon as possible.

As soon as they quickly turned in, a van rushed up the street and parked next to the phone booth with a screeching sound, just at the entrance of the alley.

The four robbers looked back and their hairs immediately stood up. I saw that the window of the van was open, and the muzzles of three submachine guns were facing the alley.

The alley is only eight or nine meters long and two meters wide, with no shelter except for a plastic trash can.

Before they could react, the next moment, continuous gunshots rang out, and within ten seconds, bullets from three submachine guns swept past like water...

Although several robbers had curled up as much as possible and started to hide on both sides of the alley, the bullets that swept out still hit the target.

Three of the four unlucky ones were shot immediately and fell to the ground. Their bodies shook a few times and it seemed that they would not survive.

"Brother Hei, Brother Bao, Brother Sheng!" The only one alive was the young man just now. At this time, he was leaning against the trash can, clutching his bullet-stricken belly, and shouting helplessly at the few people who had fallen to the ground.

Finally, the trash can couldn't bear the weight of the young man, and it tipped sideways with him.

At this time, Duan Kun, who had finished changing bullets, reached for the car door and was about to get out of the car to take a look, but his hand was grabbed by Wang Zuluo.

"Are the bullets in your gun just for display? One more round, remember, aim, don't hit the duffel bag!"

Wang Zuluo gave Duan Kun a harsh lesson in a low voice.

Don't you have a brain? Do you think this is playing CS?

Does it mean that a person is dead when he falls down? Are he not afraid of getting out of the car and being shot by someone pretending to be dead?

At this time, a gunshot was heard from the trash can, and the bullets from the pistol easily tore through the body of the van and hit the steel plate inside.

Wang Zuluo lowered his head as a reflex, and pulled Duan Kun to hide behind the steel plate. He pressed his body firmly against the steel plate to prevent him from falling into the car due to the impact of the bullet.

Continuous gunfire continued from beside the trash can, and the bullets vibrated the steel plate. The glass on Duan Kun's head also turned into pieces and fell on his back.

Wang Zuluo took a deep breath, raised the submachine gun above his head, and started shooting in the general direction in the way Uncle Black believed in shooting.

Soon, the gunfire stopped ringing in the alley. Duan Kun was smarter this time. He first stretched out his head to probe quickly and then took it back.

Then he changed his position and stuck his head out again, then raised his gun and took a shot at the young man who was still moving next to the trash can. This time there was no one alive in the alley.

"Get out of the car!" Wang Zuluo growled, then quickly opened the trunk of the van and whispered:

"Tony went over to get the money, Duan Kun went over to refill the gun, and Ah Hua watched the street and was ready to evacuate at any time!"

Everyone nodded and started taking action. Duan Kun quickly ran into the alley and pointed his gun at the heads of the corpses that fell to the ground one by one.

Tony carried his duffel bag back and forth between the van and the alley.

At this time, Wang Zuluo got out of the open trunk of the van and leaned behind the phone booth, watching the direction of the street.

As for the private boat that came to pick up people, it started to turn around when the gunfire rang out, and quickly ran out of the sea without even saying hello.

"Brother, the cleaning is done!" Tony shouted from the side of the car. Wang Zuluo immediately stared at him and glared at him fiercely.

Damn, fortunately that idiot Tony knew not to shout everyone's names, otherwise Wang Zuluo would have to give him a shot and send him to accompany those robbers.

"Get in the car and leave the body alone..."

Before Wang Zuluo finished speaking, a shout came from the street:

"Don't move, this is the Royal Hong Kong Police. My name is Song Zijie, police number 53467. Put down your weapon immediately, or I will shoot!"

"boarding!"

Wang Zuluo shouted loudly, then raised his gun and pointed it towards the uniformed police behind him.

Regardless of whether he was hit or not, he turned back and ran towards the van.

Damn it, I thought I was making a movie, there are gun battles and street fights here. You, a uniformed policeman, even read your lines from the police manual. You look like a fucking new guy.

No, the newcomer is great!

This kind of Royal Police are the good policemen of Hong Kong Island. They must remind criminals before shooting. The fine tradition of shooting after three warnings should continue!

"Boss, get in the car quickly, I'll cover you!" Duan Kun had already gotten in the car and was squatting in the car with his gun pointing at the spot where the uniformed police officer had just spoken.

"Damn it, don't point your fucking gun at me!" Wang Zuluo's hair almost stood on end.

With the marksmanship of the three of us, we shouldn't do this. I'm afraid that after you shoot, the uniformed policeman behind me will do nothing. I'll die from your bullet first.

"This is the Royal Police. My name is Song Zijie, police number 53467..."

Sure enough, Wang Zuluo's scumbag shooting skills didn't hit the uniformed policeman named Song Zijie at all, and he can still shout his lines well now.

At this time, Wang Zuluo had already got into the car with one leg. Just when Duan Kun reached out to pull him, a dark figure suddenly jumped out from among a row of private cars parked on the street.

This guy didn't know when he followed a row of private cars parked on the street and lurked all the way to the van. The black shadow flew up and hugged Wang Zuluo, and the two of them rolled and struggled together.

Duan Kun staggered as he was being led and almost fell off the car. He raised his gun and took aim for a long time, but now that Wang Zuluo was rolling together with the policeman who suddenly appeared, there was no way he could fire.

Duan Kun couldn't shoot here, and the rookie policeman Song Zijie on the other side of the street didn't dare to shoot.

The second warning he half-recited was choked back in his throat after the black shadow emerged. When he spoke it again, it had become:

"Officer Yuan, you are violating police regulations!"

"You violated your motherfucker, shoot that damn bread... ugh~"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Haoyun was hit in the stomach by Wang Zuluo's elbow, and then his body was pushed away by Wang Zuluo's hand.

Damn, why is this bastard so strong?

Yuan Haoyun felt like his intestines were knotted and it hurt to breathe.

Wang Zuluo rolled to the side and tried to get up, but before he could stand up, Yuan Haoyun hugged his feet reluctantly and threw him to the ground again. Then Yuan Haoyun's body twisted around on the ground.

Yuan Haoyun, who had underestimated Wang Zuluo's strength just now, did not dare to let go of Wang Zuluo now. Once the two people were separated, he could guarantee with his head that this guy's accomplice would definitely shoot him to death.

"Song Zijie, get on the fucking q..." Before he could finish his words, Yuan Haoyun was kicked in the head by Wang Zuluo.

Shaking his head, Yuan Haoyun continued to lock Wang Zuluo with his legs. His hand reached out to touch his gun out of habit, but it came up empty.

Only then did I remember that I had been in the news because of my messed up case at Yunlai Tea House last time, which affected innocent people.

If the bullets he fired had not been recovered from the dead citizens, he would not have been confiscated and issued a gun to patrol the streets.