Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 304

Wang Jianjun's black windbreaker has a stealth coating!

This is a device that can shield thermal detection. Covering clothing with nano-scale paint can shield surveillance from radar, infrared, laser and other equipment.

Correspondingly, this can also shield the "inspiration detection" based on the principle of heat.

This kind of technology is almost unheard of for young and Dangerous gangsters. It is a highly technical cutting-edge equipment, but it is not uncommon in military battlefields.

Of course, even the US military cannot equip every soldier with stealth equipment.

However, as a professional killer, Wang Jianjun has both money and channels to obtain such technical equipment.

Moreover, his special combat literacy also made him consciously make this kind of technical protection.

No wonder!

Wang Jianjun wears this black windbreaker all the time...

"biu, biu, biu!"

A burst of bullets hit the bushes, making the sound of whiplash.

Zhuang Shikai fired blindly based on his intuition, but the bullet missed the target.

A figure wearing a black hood and windbreaker flew across the flowerbed, flashing out from the other end of the flowerbed.

"Da da da!" The black figure bowed his head, his left hand was covering his right arm, and he held a military thorn in his mouth. He first quickly crossed the road, and then hid in an alley opposite.

"Crash!" At the same time, Zhuang Shikai brushed aside the bushes with both hands, and single-handedly charged to the side of the road, raising his gun with both hands and shooting immediately: "Bang bang!"

Two bullets hit the corner of the wall.

A dark shadow leaped into the alley.

Several cars cross the road.

Zhuang Shikai always turns on the inspiration detection, but there is no target in the inspiration detection, but his vision successfully captures the other party's whereabouts.

So he immediately turned off the inspiration detection, waited for a few cars to leave, and immediately rushed into the alley.

"Sir Zhuang! Sir Zhuang!" The police officers following behind screamed.

"Shua!"

Inside the alley.

A black-clothed killer stood above the alley with his legs spread apart.

Standing in the alley, Zhuang Shikai raised his head suddenly, crossed his hands to block.

The assassin in black clattered, his windbreaker fluttered, his eyes were sharp, and he held the three-edged military thorn in one hand, suddenly fell from the sky, and the general stabbed at Zhuang Shikai's head.

"Bang!" Zhuang Shikai bent over with his horse on his back, his body raised back, his hands stabbing at the general in front of his eyes, relying on his strong waist to not retreat an inch.

"Hehe." Zhuang Shikai looked at Wang Jianjun who was close at hand, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the smile he showed was even more evil than that of Wang Jianjun.

At this time, the two were face to face, but Wang Jianjun's eyes flashed with fear.

But this little bit of fear immediately turned into madness in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

"Ah!!!" Wang Jianjun roared, trying his best but couldn't make an inch.

"Get out of the way!" Zhuang Shikai roared, and with a push with both hands, he immediately pushed Wang Jianjun back a few meters.

"Da da da." Wang Jianjun held the military thorn with one hand, his body swayed, and he stepped back step by step.

With only one-arm strength left, he can only pose a threat to Zhuang Sir by making a surprise attack in the air and relying on his falling force.

After defending against a deadly sneak attack, Sir Zhuang was able to crush him to death in terms of strength and kung fu.

As soon as Wang Jianjun retreated, Master Zhuang stepped forward, perfectly interpreting what the enemy retreats and we advance!

Fighting is also about style of play! Low-level play and routines! Advanced play to hit the brain!

Zhuang Shikai rushed forward, raised his fist immediately, and punched Wang Jianjun like a shower of sarcasm.

"Papa papa!" Wang Jianjun instinctively raised one hand to block.

Can you use it with one hand?

His head immediately turned into a sandbag, crackling and swaying left and right, and his body swayed as well, retreating further and further. In the blink of an eye, more than ten seconds later, blood flowed from Wang Jianjun's head, his eye sockets were swollen, and he was almost out of shape.

Zhuang Shikai shouted "let you kill the police", "fuck my brother", "kill my buddy" and other words.

Coupled with his words and sharp fists, the depression in his heart gradually dissipated.

I saw him exhale slowly, and after punching more than twenty punches, he suddenly withdrew his hand and shook his numb five fingers, four or five times within a second. Then, before Wang Jianjun fell to the ground, he strode forward, picked up the military thorn in Wang Jianjun's hand with his right hand, and fixed his body in a lunge.

"Bah!" Zhuang Shikai grabbed Wang Jianjun's left hand and his military stab with his right hand, and wiped Wang Jianjun's neck with an instant kill.

Wang Jianjun, who had been beaten to the point of dying, suddenly had his artery cut, blood spilled all over one side of the wall, and he fell to the ground limply, becoming a corpse.

Wang Jianjun's body, wearing a black windbreaker, was lying on the ground. His neck was cut so deep that almost half of it was cut off. His death was extremely miserable.

The Pojun star in the sky dimmed in an instant.

Greedy wolf star shines brightly.

"Huh." Zhuang Shikai stood up, let out a long breath, completely dispelling the bad breath in his heart.

He stood up and relaxed his shoulders, buttoned the cuffs of the suit on his wrist again, and then straightened the collar of the suit.

"Sir Zhuang! Are you okay!"

At this time, Chen Guozhong led several people through the flower garden, and rushed into the alley with guns in both hands.

They pointed their guns at the ground and aimed at the corpses on the ground. Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and horror flashed in their eyes.

kill! Seal the throat!

This kind of scene is rarely seen even in more than ten years of serious crimes and anti-criminal crimes.

However, everyone knows Wang Jianjun's sharpness, and Master Zhuang's level is also there. No matter what Master Zhuang does, as long as Wang Jianjun dies! Master Zhuang can do as long as he has nothing to do!

"nothing!"

Zhuang Shikai responded to several police officers with cold eyes, Wang Jianjun's death by his knife was also his fate.

And after he retracted his gaze, he would only order aloud: "You stay here and stay at the scene."

"I'll deal with Wang Bao again."

Chen Guozhong and several police officers looked at each other, nodded obediently and said, "yes, sir."

These few police officers are okay in their work, they can charge forward and fight the BOSS.

own hatred.

Report in person.

Dude's revenge!

Big Brother News!

Killing one Wang Jianjun is not enough.

Tonight won't end until Wang Bao dies.

Zhuang Shikai's subordinates are good at marksmanship, and there are many talents who can lead troops to charge into battle. There are also many people with excellent management and command ability. With excellent kung fu, there are not many who are qualified to deal with Wang Bao, a practicing family.

This has something to do with the lack of emphasis on fists and kicks in the police force. It also has something to do with martial arts practitioners who act recklessly and are not easy to stand out.

After Zhuang Shikai explained a few words, he turned around and walked out of the alley, sat back in the police car, picked up the walkie-talkie next to the driver's seat and called, "Call the main station, I am Superintendent Zhuang Shikai of 0591, please transfer the O for me."

"The action begins!" Zhuang Shikai let go of the intercom, shifted gears, and drove the police car towards the target apartment.

"Yes, Superintendent Zhuang." In the main station, a female police officer agreed in a clear voice, and immediately began to convey orders.

General Administration, Director O, dozens of police officers have already loaded their guns and are ready to go.

After O Ji received the order from the main station, a large number of people immediately dispatched to the target location.

Zhuang Shikai planned an action plan for each step long before the action started.

Complete one step.

Immediately move on to the next step.

I saw the police car rushing all the way through the customs, and arrived at Tsim Sha Tsui and the apartment building in a blink of an eye.

...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" High-rise building, outside the door of a certain floor.

There was a sound of the horse falling to the ground.

Zhuang Shikai let go of a boy's wrist, pushed open the solid wooden door, and strolled into the luxury suite.

"Amy."

"You take care of the baby first." Wang Bao was sitting on the black leather sofa, smoking a cigar, still wearing a suit and vest, but looking down on the phone.

"Come back soon."

"Baby misses you very much." Wang Bao's little wife's voice sounded from the other side of the phone.

The cry of the baby was faintly heard.

Wang Bao looked up and saw Zhuang Shikai walking into the room, lowered his face, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry."

"quickly."

Immediately, he didn't hesitate anymore, but hung up the phone neatly, stood up with a golf club in his hand, and said, "Master Zhuang."

"Wang Jianjun was killed by you, right? You're really badass. You planted an inside ghost by my side. It lasted for seven or eight years, and he became my f*cking winner."

"I didn't lose this bet unjustly."

Wang Bao walked in front of the bar next to him, holding a golf club with both hands and preaching.

A bloody figure, tied all over, was hanging upside down above the bar.

This person is Ma Jun.

His bloody face was still dripping with dirty blood.

"He made me lose the entire loyalty letter directly!" Wang Bao pointed at Ma Jun next to him, his face welling up with anger, pointing at Ma Jun and preaching word by word.

"You're so awesome! When Brother Luo was still there, he thought of inserting ghosts into our eight clubs!"

"Who will win if you don't win?"

Ma Jun opened his eyes in a daze, and called out in a vague tone: "Zhuang sir..."

Zhuang Shikai breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Wang Bao raised his golf club and hit Ma Jun in the abdomen, causing Ma Jun to faint again.

"Life and death will be divided tonight." Wang Bao beat Ma Jun unconscious, turned his head while holding the club, and preached.

Anyway, he can no longer play on Hong Kong Island.

Today he wins and runs away.

To die is to die simply.

"Fuck!" Zhuang Shikai raised his eyebrows, unbuttoned his suit one by one, took off his suit, hung it on the back of the chair next to him, and then unbuttoned his white shirt cufflinks and said: "I planned to spend a minute typing kill you!"

"Ten seconds now!"

"Hehe." Wang Bao sneered, took two steps forward, and grasped the club with both hands: "Do you know why I always like to play golf?"

"I'm not your mother! Don't bother you so much!" Zhuang Shikai roared, stepped on the round table with a stride, jumped up, turned around and kicked forward.

"Bang!" Wang Bao suffered a blow to his chest and retreated a few steps while grabbing the club.

After he stopped, he was unhurried, raised his hand and swung the club, hitting both ends with a stick, blooming in all directions.

This is the Zhanjiang Plum Blossom Stick in Guangdong Province, which is known as "the splash of water will not enter, and a little bit will kill you"!

It turned out that Wang Bao was above the Bengquan, and he still had a cudgel technique hidden.

Zhuang Shikai stood still one step at a time, his legs were like bows, he pinched his right hand to point out a fist, and his left hand pushed hard to keep up: "Hong fist! Divide the inch!"

"Crack!" Zhuang Shikai hit with both hands, took another step, and raised his elbow to strike upwards.

"Hey!" Wang Bao raised his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his fat body flew out.

Zhuang Shikai stood on the spot, stepped forward step by step, looked at Wang Bao whose eyes were blurred and his sanity gradually dissipated, took out a pistol, and pointed it at the man's forehead.

"Bang bang bang bang!" Zhuang Shikai repeatedly pulled the trigger, and the bullets smashed Wang Bao's head.

There is another chapter tonight.