Hong Kong Variety Show: My Boss Thirteenth Sister

Under the cover of night, Scorpion and others took action.

Facing Tan Cheng and the younger brothers of the Flying Tiger Gang, Scorpion and others were like a group of cheetahs staring at their prey in the dark.

Song Zihao was shot in the abdomen, Xiao Ma Ge changed bullets, and the three of them huddled behind the bunker.

"Uh..." Song Zihao moved his body with difficulty, gasping for breath.

"Brother Hao!" Xiao Ma Ge looked at Song Zihao who was shot in the abdomen and bled profusely, his face became paler, and he felt bad.

Song Zihao held the gun, sweating all over his head, and stared at the two people.

Xiao Ma Ge's eyes were red, and he glared at Song Zijie angrily, then gritted his teeth tightly, and rushed out with dilated pupils.

"Ah...!!!" Xiao Ma roared.

Holding two submachine guns, he fired left and right, like a god of war.

Da! Da! Da! Da

The submachine gun fired very quickly, the flames at the muzzle emitted red light, and the bullets poured down like a waterfall.

The wood chips on the wooden box were broken and scattered on the ground. With each gunshot, the texture on the wooden box became denser. The air was filled with gunpowder and the smell of burning, making people feel suffocated.

"Ugh!"

"Ah!"

........

Xiao Ma's sudden great power caught the younger brothers of the Flying Tigers off guard. Several younger brothers who had no time to dodge were directly hit by Xiao Ma and fell to the ground, wailing before their death.

At this moment, Xiao Ma's firepower alone suppressed the members of the Flying Tigers.

Song Zijie looked at Xiao Ma, whose body was shaking constantly and whose face was hideous, and was distracted for a moment.

Only when the magazine was empty did Xiao Ma Ge retreat back to the bunker.

Xiao Ma Ge gasped for breath.

After a short rest, he pulled Song Zijie over.

"Come here, this is your brother, look at him~" Xiao Ma Ge grabbed Song Zijie's collar, pulled him in front of Song Zihao, and shouted loudly.

Song Zijie was pulled in front of Song Zihao by Xiao Ma Ge.

Looking at Song Zihao, whose clothes were stained with blood and who was extremely weak, Song Zijie lowered his head and dared not look at him.

"Look carefully... Look carefully!" Xiao Ma Ge lifted Song Zijie's head and made him look at Song Zihao.

"No matter what mistakes he made in the past, they are all returned to you now."

"He has the courage to change, why don't you want to accept him, why?"

Song Zijie's eyes were blank, and sweat and tears mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks, but he didn't know it at all.

"As a brother..." Xiao Ma Ge was about to speak.

"Bang!"

A bullet hit his lower back directly.

"Cough!"

Xiao Ma Ge coughed out a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and his body hit by the bullet could not help but stagger.

Just as Tan Cheng and his little brother were about to continue shooting.

"Bang!" "Bang" "Bang!"

In the darkness, dense gunshots continued to ring.

"Uh!"

"Ah!"

"........."

A group of people wearing black combat uniforms and camouflage on their faces appeared. They used the surrounding cover and constantly changed their shooting positions. The bullets bounced on the ground, leaving small pits.

Song Zijie supported Xiao Ma Ge who was about to fall to the ground and squatted down.

The blood soon soaked Xiao Ma Ge's windbreaker, and at the same time stained Song Zijie's sleeves, staining his shirt red.

Song Zijie had not yet recovered.

Looking at Scorpion and others who appeared, his pupils dilated again.

Although the faces were not clear, Song Zijie was shocked by the superb combat ability, calm demeanor, and accurate shooting skills of Scorpion and others, as well as the lack of any mercy and hesitation in their eyes.

Crossing forward, Scorpion and others soon came to Xiao Ma Ge.

They quickly dispersed, took up advantageous positions, and continued to shoot at the members of the Flying Tiger Gang.

Their shooting skills were accurate and deadly, and they shot calmly without missing a single bullet. They did not flinch even in the face of dense rain of bullets.

Bullets flew and shuttled through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

On the container at a high point, a SAS member picked up the sniper rifle in his hand, aimed at the target, and shot it to death.

On the other side, in Song Zijie's incredible eyes, a SAS member carried an RPG rocket launcher and fired a shell.

"Bang!!"

Fire exploded, and an RPG rocket grenade passed like a meteor, blowing up a bunker.

The Flying Tigers behind the bunker were also blown away.

Scorpion and others used powerful fire

force, and suppressed the Flying Tigers in an instant.

Song Zijie's thoughts were now in a mess, and he only felt that the surrounding scene became more and more blurred, with only the flashing fire from the muzzle and the sound of bullets cutting through the air.

Swish!

A SAS member was about to help Xiao Ma Ge up, and Song Zijie reacted and pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at the SAS member.

"Who are you?" Song Zijie looked at the person in front of him with vigilance.

The SAS member did not speak, but at a very fast speed, he directly backhanded a knife and chopped Song Zijie's neck, knocking him unconscious.

"Ajie!" Song Zihao covered his abdomen and exclaimed when he saw Song Zijie was knocked unconscious.

Then he looked at the SAS members with the same vigilant eyes.

"We are Mr. Jiang's people." Scorpion rarely said a word when he noticed that Song Zihao was about to touch the gun.

When Song Zihao heard Scorpion's words, his pupils shrank and he showed an incredible look.

The sudden appearance of Scorpion and others shocked not only Song Zihao, but also Tan Cheng.

Seeing the people around him falling down one after another, and every shot hitting the forehead, Tan Cheng was terrified.

He crawled on his stomach and tried to escape.

Just as he left the bunker.

Bang!

A bullet shot out directly with a flash of lightning, and the tail flame cut through the night sky, directly hitting Tan Cheng's forehead.

Scorpion looked at Tan Cheng who fell down, and slowly put away the assault rifle in his hand.

Jiang Lai had ordered not to leave any survivors, and Scorpion's people quickly checked every corner and shot the fallen people one by one to ensure that no one was left alive.

The sound of gunfire gradually became scarce, and sirens sounded not far away.

"Song Zihao, you have been surrounded by the police. Now you have three minutes to put down your weapons and surrender."

Song Zihao heard the police's shouting, his eyes shrank, first looked at Xiao Ma Ge, and then raised his head to look at Scorpion.

"Can you take Xiao Ma away?" Song Zihao looked at Scorpion with pleading eyes.

Now that Tan Cheng is dead and Xiao Ma is seriously injured and unconscious, he doesn't want the police to take Xiao Ma away and let Xiao Ma spend his next life in prison.

As for himself, he was determined to die.

Scorpion didn't say anything, but just held a gun and observed the police's movements.

The coastline was looming in the moonlight, like a curved silver ribbon inlaid in the dark earth.

The police surrounded the dock, with an endless sea behind them.

Scorpion was also thinking about whether to kill these policemen.

Seeing that no one answered, the police began to move forward cautiously in echelons.

Just then! !

A rumbling sound rang out.

Two armed helicopters cut through the night sky, and the roar broke the tranquility of the sea breeze. They were like ghosts in the night sky, passing over the sea level.

The roar of the huge engine appeared and echoed on the silent sea, breaking the silence.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

The moonlight shone through the clouds, falling on the metal shells of the two armed helicopters, flashing a cold light.

Along with the roar of the engine, the Gatling gun on the plane began to rotate, making a chilling buzzing sound. The Gatling heavy machine gun on the plane opened fire, and dense bullets cut through the night sky.

Tongues of fire spurted out from the muzzle, like the rage of hell, and bullets poured down like a rainstorm.

The bullets hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke and sparks, and the ammunition chain poured down, forming a long line of death on the ground.