Rebirth in Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 138 Choose one of the two

"The Yan family shovel!"

Lian Haodong's face was ashen as he looked at the location of the van where the Eight-faced Buddha and the others were escaping, and his eyes were gloomy and cold as he said:

"Ji Bu, it's not your turn to say such sarcastic remarks."

"I'm not saying anything sarcastic."

Ji Bu stepped in front of Lian Haodong and looked at him with stern eyes: "You must give me an explanation for this matter!"

"It's up to you to do this, so many people can't block an Eight-faced Buddha?!"

He pointed at the door of the chaotic nightclub: "If I read correctly, someone later delivered a message to the Eight-faced Buddha, right?!"

Ji Bu stretched out his hand and pulled Lian Haodong's shirt collar, dragged him to him, and roared loudly:

"Why was the Eight-faced Buddha able to discover the fraud tonight before you took action?! Why?!"

Lian Haodong gritted his teeth and tried to break away from Ji Bu's pull, but failed to break free. He clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"Fuck you, mother!"

Ji Bu pushed Lian Haodong back with his backhand without even looking at the staggering Lian Haodong: "There is a ghost in this place, there is a ghost!"

"Who else knows about tonight's plan? Who is not present?! Why would the people in the Eight-faced Buddha know that this matter is a scam?!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Ji Bu pointed at Lian Haodong with a cold face and gritted his teeth and said: "If you can't catch the Eight-faced Buddha, it will ruin my business. I'll just wait to die, you idiots!!"

"Ah!"

Lian Haodong spat to the side unwillingly, and scolded in a deep voice: "Bring the Eight-faced Buddha over tonight."

"Brother Dong!"

Ah Zou covered his shot arm with a painful expression. Before Lian Haodong could finish speaking, he took two steps forward with a strong desire to survive:

"I have no problem. Everything was done perfectly. It is impossible for the Eight-faced Buddha to know about this."

Lian Haodong looked at Ah Zong with cold eyes and said nothing. The masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were obvious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Where's Ah Fa who I shot last time?!"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and came to Lian Haodong again: "Why didn't Afa participate in this matter tonight? He didn't show up!"

"I asked him whether this was Ah Fa's fault! He only wanted to cause destruction!"

He stretched out his hand again and pulled Lian Haodong, excitedly: "Damn it, hand over Ah Fa to me! I want to ask him face to face!"

"Let go!"

The veins on Lian Haodong's neck were prominent. He tried hard with his arms to push Ji Bu away, but he couldn't get away at all:

"Grass, I told you to let go!"

"Hand over Ah Fa!"

Ji Bu gritted his teeth and growled, not letting go at all.

"Grass!"

Ah Heng on the side stepped forward and wanted to reach out to help Lian Haodong, but Mark Li, who was standing next to him, pointed the muzzle of his gun at his head.

This time.

The loyal and loyal horsemen gathered around one after another, and the situation suddenly came to a standstill.

"Boss."

Aji looked at this posture and spoke to the side in a rare voice to persuade: "We don't know about this matter yet. The top priority is to capture the Eight-faced Buddha."

"snort!"

Ji Bu glanced at Ah Ji, thought for a moment, let go of Lian Haolong, and scolded in a cold voice:

"You'd better give me an explanation for this matter! If the Eight-faced Buddha thing is not handled well, haha."

"Oh shit!"

Lian Haodong spat and straightened the messy and wrinkled collar: "Ji Bu, you have the fucking guts!"

Growing up, except for his brother Lian Haolong, no one had ever dared to hold his collar like this. Ji Bu grabbed him twice in one night, as if he was a little chicken. He was so unhappy when he was raped.

"The matter with the Eight-faced Buddha is not over yet. He can't escape. I will naturally solve this matter. You don't need to worry!"

There seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes, unable to vent:

"As for whether Afa has any problems, it's not your turn to ask. We know whether he has problems ourselves, and there is no need to give you an explanation!"

"It better be this way!"

Ji Bu sneered and looked around: "Damn it, then I'll wait for you to give me an explanation."

Finished.

He waved and quickly left the scene with Mark Li and Aji.

On the highway.

Several cars shuttled quickly on the road.

The people from the Eight-faced Buddha fled quickly in a van. In the cars behind them, Luo Tianhong and others clung to them.

"Bang bang bang!"

From time to time, someone in the car leaned out and fired a gun at the car in front, but there was no substantial effect or benefit.

"Oh shit."

Luo Tianhong glanced coldly at the van in front of him with the accelerator fully extended, unbuckled his seat belt, and stretched his hand behind:

"Give me!"

Back seat.

Ma Zai pulled out a canvas bag from under the seat, unzipped it and pulled out an M-16 rifle and handed it to Luo Tianhong.

This is his special firearm.

Luo Tianhong took the rifle and unloaded the magazine. The man behind him immediately handed over 5.56 bullets.

He looked coldly at the van that was escaping quickly in front of him. He took the yellow bullets and pressed them into the magazine one by one.

"Kacha!"

Pull to grab the double, push the bullet into the chamber.

"Speed ​​up!"

As soon as the car accelerated, the distance between the two cars quickly shortened.

Luo Tianhong leaned half of his body out, holding the gun in both hands and squinting at the van in front. The muzzle of the gun was lowered and aimed at the rear of the car:

"Keep the speed!"

The wind was so strong that his blue three-part hairstyle blew backwards.

"Da da da"

Luo Tianhong squinted at the van that entered the sights, and directly pulled the trigger. Flames shot out from the muzzle of the beating bullet.

The bullets that were released swept across the body of the van and splashed countless sparks. The fragile glass of the van was torn by the bullets and collapsed into countless pieces.

Just a moment.

A round of bullets was fired directly.

"Bang!"

There was an explosion.

The van's tires exploded under the sweep, and the vehicle lost control and immediately started to snake on the road.

"Brother Tianhong is mighty!"

"Mighty and domineering!"

The horsemen in the car immediately clapped their hands and applauded!

Luo Tianhong retracted his body, threw the rifle to Ma Zai behind, and glanced at the out-of-control van in front of him with disdain.

"Bang!"

Another crash.

The van that slowed down out of control eventually lost control and crashed into the embankment on the side of the road. Everyone in the van quickly got out of the van and fled quickly towards the mountain road.

"Chasing, chasing, chasing!"

The car following behind quickly caught up. With the advantage of the car, they quickly surrounded the people in an abandoned factory.

About twenty people surrounded the dozen or so Burmese in the middle, and slowly moved up to gradually narrow the circle.

The men and horses of the Eight-faced Buddha held machetes and steel pipes in defensive postures, and retreated as the encirclement narrowed.

"Kick them to death!"

With a loud roar, the Zhongxinyi brothers charged, and the two groups collided instantly, and the entire factory immediately became chaotic.

Outside the factory.

The car stopped.

Luo Tianhong opened the door and got out of the car, glanced at the two sides fighting in the factory, turned around and took out the Eight-sided Han Sword from the car.

"Brother Tianhong!"

Ma Zai walked up quickly, came to his side and said quickly: "The guns have been delivered, let's just deal with them."

"There are also brothers inside."

Luo Tianhong blew a breath, lifted up the blue bangs that were hanging down from his forehead, shook his head and said calmly:

"They don't use guns, and neither do we."

Finished.

He stepped forward towards the chaotic factory building, the Eight-sided Han Sword clutched in his right hand dragging on the ground, leaving a faint mark.

Luo Tianhong took the lead. Looking at the two parties fighting in the chaotic factory building, he used his legs to speed up and rushed in.

The eight-sided Han sword in his hand is unsheathed.

"clang"

The Eight-sided Han Sword made a metallic trembling sound, and its sharp blade shone with a cold light under the light.

Luo Tianhong held the Han Sword in his hand, and his whole person instantly entered another state. The Han Sword seemed to have spirituality, and he was invincible with the wave of his palm.

"Puch!"

The Han sword was like a venomous snake spitting out poison. Under Luo Tianhong's control, it quickly slashed at the bodyguard holding the sword in front of him.

The blade of the Eight-sided Han Sword passed by, and the four fingers of the bodyguard holding the knife were cut off neatly. The machete fell to the ground and lost its combat effectiveness instantly.

When the bodyguards of the Eight-faced Buddha saw Luo Tianhong entering the situation, they all turned around and attacked Luo Tianhong.

Luo Tianhong is agile and can move among the crowd with ease, and his attack speed is very fast. The Han Sword blends into one body like his extended limbs. With each thrust of the Han Sword, he can take away someone.

"Puch."

"Puch."

The bodyguard had no time to react. He only felt a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, followed by a touch of coldness on his neck. Blood spurted out from his neck and fell directly to the ground.

Just a moment.

The team of thirteen people lost four people in an instant.

"Grass mud horse!"

The leader of the bodyguard knocked down one person with one blow, turned to look at his subordinates who were being knocked down one after another, and chopped off Luo Tianhong's head with a machete.

"clang!"

Luo Tianhong blocked the sword horizontally, and the sharp blade collided with the sword blade, and faint sparks spattered out.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged bodyguard leader used his right hand to hold the knife and pressed it down hard. He looked at Luo Tianhong with wide eyes: "It's not good to chop my brother like a vegetable, isn't it?!"

"snort!"

Luo Tianhong raised his chin extremely proudly and glanced at him coldly: "You are no exception!"

As his voice fell.

"Whoa!"

Luo Tianhong turned the hilt of the sword slightly, and the Eight-sided Han Sword's blade tilted, causing the machete's blade to slip off.

He raised his foot and kicked the opponent in the abdomen. The middle-aged man's reaction speed was also very fast. He drew back his waist, used both hands holding the knife, and the sharp blade of the machete directly struck Luo Tianhong's kicked right foot.

"bite"

Luo Tianhong held the sword in his right hand and stuck it directly on the ground. He used the sword body as a support point to forcefully stop the kicked right foot.

The machete blade almost cut off his trousers.

"snort!"

Luo Tianhong snorted coldly, clenched the hilt of the Han Sword with his right hand, and the sword bent slightly under the huge pressure. He stomped the ground with his left foot, and jumped directly into the air. He raised the Han Sword and struck at the middle-aged man.

Cut it down.

Extremely fast.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead and quickly drew his knife to block.

"clang!"

A sharp metal collision sounded.

around.

The people from both sides who were still fighting together stopped unconsciously and looked at the two people in the field.

Center of the field.

Luo Tianhong looked at the middle-aged man expressionlessly, raised the Han sword and slashed down again, even faster.

With great strength and speed.

The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead while holding a knife to block and retreating continuously, instantly entering a defensive state.

"Kneel down!"

Luo Tianhong shouted loudly and slashed with his sword again. The middle-aged man blocked it in a hurry. Who knew that Luo Tianhong turned his sword into a stab at a very fast speed?

The Han sword stabbed directly into the middle-aged chest like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.

Luo Tianhong raised the hand holding the sword hard, and the sharp blade instantly cut open the middle-aged man's chest. The sword body followed up and directly knocked away the middle-aged machete and flew into the air.

The eight-sided Han sword galloped down and slashed at the middle-aged man's right arm.

"Puch!"

With a dull sound, the middle-aged little arm was cut off neatly, and the blood mist sprayed into the air, and the blood mist directly dyed the vacuum belt in front of him red.

"Ding Dang."

The machete that originally flew into the air fell to the ground.

"ah!"

The middle-aged man's screams echoed over the factory building. He covered his arms and fell to the ground, his face bloodless.

"Gudong."

The bodyguards of the Eight-faced Buddha witnessed the whole process and swallowed subconsciously. The boss, who originally thought they were equally matched, could not even last a minute in Luo Tianhong's hands.

"The boss is mighty!"

The loyal and loyal horsemen seemed to have been beaten to death, and their momentum climbed upwards.

Next.

The whole scene was very controllable.

Less than half a minute.

The remaining nine people all squatted down and held their heads, no longer resisting.

"Fight on the street!"

Luo Tianhong wiped the blood on the sword with a towel, and quickly glanced at the people in front of him. After scanning around, his brows knitted together:

"Where is the Eight-faced Buddha?"

There was no figure of the Eight-faced Buddha among the crowd.

The bodyguards looked at each other, but no one said anything.

"you!"

Luo Tianhong's expression immediately turned cold. He raised his foot and kicked the bodyguard in front of him to the ground. The Han sword pointed at his face: "Where is the Eight-faced Buddha?!"

"He was not in the same car with us at all."

The bodyguard trembled and explained quickly: "He came in a car at the entrance of the nightclub, and he ran away from us not long after we drove out."

"What?!"

Luo Tianhong's expression froze, and he realized something was wrong.

only.

Now I know it's already too late. Ten minutes must have passed, and the Eight-faced Buddha must have disappeared long ago.

"The Yan family shovel!"

Luo Tianhong gritted his teeth and cursed, turned around and walked out quickly, picked up his mobile phone and reported the situation to Lian Haodong immediately.

"What?!"

Lian Haodong's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition: "The Eight-faced Buddha is not in the car, so where did he go?!"

"Look, you must find him for me. If the Eight-faced Buddha cannot be found, we can't explain it to Brother Long!!"

"OK."

"Oh shit!"

Lian Haodong hung up the phone and walked back and forth in the hall anxiously.

If the Eight-faced Buddha is not caught, he will never be caught again. If Lian Haolong finds out about this, he will be scolded again.

Lian Haodong is a good gambler and spends a lot of time gambling outside. However, his poker skills and luck are poor, and he loses more than he wins.

so.

He often owed debts outside, and lost a lot playing cards. Sometimes when his account balance was not enough, he would directly borrow money from his brother Lian Haolong.

Lian Haolong learned about it and taught him a lesson. He was already looked down upon by Lian Haolong. If this matter went wrong tonight, he would inevitably be scolded again.

"Damn it!"

Lian Haodong punched the table, gritted his teeth and said nothing, looking forward with a dark look, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother Dong!"

Ah Zou pushed away the personal doctor who had taken out the bullet and stitched it and was bandaging it, and approached Lian Haodong:

"What happened tonight is really strange."

Originally, according to their script, after receiving the Eight-faced Buddha at the airport, they were given the blank ammunition Big Black Star, and the Eight-faced Buddha did not raise any suspicion at all.

What was originally a sure thing was messed up because of the two bodyguards who rushed in with guns.

"Someone must have leaked the news!"

Ah Zou's lips turned white and he squinted at Lian Haodong: "Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to mess up the matter. How could the Eight-faced Buddha and the others escape?"

Lian Haodong frowned and raised his eyes to look at Ah Zou.

"Could it be."

Ah Zou noticed Lian Haodong's eyes and carefully probed in his tone: "Could it be Ji Bu's fault?!"

"What do you think?"

Lian Haodong asked back.

"It doesn't make sense."

Ah Zou thought about it for a moment and shook his head: "Ji Bu and the others have been following us all this time, and they don't know the whereabouts of the Eight-faced Buddha at all. There is no reason for them to know."

"Um."

Lian Haodong had already made his own judgment: "So?"

"Forehead"

Ah Zou licked his lips and said nothing.

"Oh shit!"

Lian Haodong exhaled heavily and gritted his teeth and said: "Afa of the Yan family, you fucking like to argue with me?!"

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The other side.

Ma Zai drove the car quickly towards Baishawan Pier. Wu Ying sat in the passenger seat and stared at the rearview mirror.

Back seat.

The middle-aged bodyguard was breathing heavily and was rapidly communicating with the Eight-faced Buddha in Northern Burmese dialect that no one could understand.

Suddenly.

The Eight-faced Buddha saw the flies staring at him from time to time in the rearview mirror, and then he came back to his senses and became wary: "Who are these two people?!"

"he?"

The middle-aged bodyguard glanced at Wuying, and quickly explained the origin of Wuying and what happened tonight: "He is a number gang."

The middle-aged man spoke very quickly, and there was even a hint of pride and credit in his words.

Tonight.

If he hadn't gotten the news about Wu Fei and let people in, he might have found the Eight-faced Buddha in the nightclub.

The Eight-faced Buddha frowned upon hearing this, maintaining a skeptical attitude.

He tried to press the door button, but the car was already locked and he couldn't open it at all.

co-pilot.

Wuying sat on his seat. Although Wuying couldn't understand what they said, he could somewhat guess what they were talking about after noticing the eyes of the Eight-faced Buddha.

"Eight-faced Buddha!"

Wuying showed a mean smile, opened his hand and took out two Black Stars, and pointed the black muzzle at the two of them:

"As for who I am, the twin guns will give the answer!!"

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man's eyelids twitched, he looked at the gun-wielding Wu Fei and yelled: "Fuck you."

"Bang!"

Wuying pulled the trigger directly, and the bullet hit the middle-aged man's arm, exploding a cloud of blood mist.

"Get it all done for me!"

Wuying scolded him coldly, pointed the black muzzle at the two of them at a distance, and sneered:

"Street boy, just believe me when I say it was the number that helped me."

"Beautiful boy."

The corners of the Eight-faced Buddha's eyes shrank, and he said without changing his expression: "Is there some misunderstanding between us? I don't know you."

"Shut up!"

Wuying tightened the big black star in his hand, with a full warning: "Don't talk to me, or I'll shoot you to death!"

Wuying felt very clear in his heart.

It took Ji Bu a lot of effort to catch the Eight-faced Buddha, and the Eight-faced Buddha was definitely not something he could deal with.

so.

In order to prevent the Eight-faced Buddha from playing some tricks and the person who got it running away, Wuying simply stopped talking to the Eight-faced Buddha.

I can't beat the Eight-faced Buddha, but as long as I don't contact him, don't talk to him, and keep an eye on him, nothing will go wrong.

This is the great wisdom of being a human being.

really.

The Eight-faced Buddha originally wanted to talk to the crow and try to find an opportunity to counterattack, but the crow didn't give him any chance at all.

Pulling away, aiming his guns, and the fact that Wuying just fired directly after a disagreement, made the Eight-faced Buddha give up what he was thinking.

Half an hour later.

Baishawan Pier.

On the coastal road, a car drove over quickly. After it stopped by the roadside, Wuying jumped out of the car.

He held the big black star in his right hand and swung the muzzle of the gun towards the car: "Hold your head with both hands, come down, be honest, don't play any tricks on me!"

"Beautiful boy."

The Eight-faced Buddha was sitting in the back seat. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the big black star directly hit his head:

"Shit Hugui, do you want me to shoot you in the head before you come down?!"

"..."

The Eight-faced Buddha gritted his teeth and jumped out of the car obediently. Under the escort of Wuying, he walked on the beach to the seaside.

seaside.

Ji Bu stood facing the sea, the sea breeze blowing the hem of his clothes.

around.

Aji and Mark Li were leaning against the huge rocks and smoking cigarettes. They glanced at the Eight-faced Buddha and his bodyguards and said nothing.

"Boss."

Wu Fei kicked the Eight-faced Buddha and said, "The man has been brought back."

"Nice job."

Ji Bu smiled and praised, turned around and looked at the Eight-faced Buddha: "Eight-faced Buddha, we finally meet."

"Jibu?!"

After seeing Ji Bu, the Eight-faced Buddha suddenly realized.

He knew Lin Kun very well, and naturally also understood Lin Kun's layout. As Lin Kun's disciple, Ji Bu had already been investigated by the Eight-faced Buddha.

"It seems that you have already investigated me."

Ji Bu looked up and down at the Eight-faced Buddha with a smile: "I have spent a lot of effort to catch you. From Tan Cheng last time to Zhongxinyi this time, I finally invited you here."

He stepped forward and walked in front of the Eight-faced Buddha. He looked at him condescendingly and said, "I have spent so much time trying to catch you. Please come here. You won't let me down, right?"

"hehe."

The Eight-faced Buddha laughed hoarsely, looked at Ji Bu several times, and then took out the cigar in his inner pocket:

"Not bad, not bad. Today I finally saw what level Lin Kun's disciple is. He does have some brains and didn't embarrass Lin Kun."

The Eight-faced Buddha is not stupid.

After seeing Ji Bu, he finally understood. He basically knew everything that happened tonight.

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm very happy."

Ji Bu nodded reservedly, rubbing his chin and looking at the Eight-faced Buddha: "Brother Kun would also be very happy if he knew you gave him such a high evaluation."

"hehe."

The Eight-faced Buddha took a heavy sip from his cigar, and the smoke he exhaled was blown away by the sea breeze. He did not answer the words and continued to talk to himself:

"Just one person can fish in troubled waters. It seems that everything about Lian Haodong tonight is in your plan."

"But I'm a little curious as to how much chips you have to use to make the Eagle cooperate with you like this even if you give up on me."

During this trip to Hong Kong Island, even though the Eight-faced Buddha was on guard and had a special plan, he was still plotted by Ji Bu.

"How big of a bargaining chip did I put out?!"

Ji Bu shook his head with a half-smile, and said seriously: "You have misunderstood me. I never like to pay when doing things, so there is no need to talk about chips."

"I have always convinced others with my virtue. Maybe the eagle chose to cooperate with me because of my high moral character."

"Huh, that's interesting."

The Eight-faced Buddha chuckled and accepted it all calmly: "Tell me what you want."

He understood that since Lian Haodong and the others had taken action, he would definitely not be able to escape death tonight. However, Ji Bu had spent so much effort to get him out. It must have been his own idea.

No surprises.

Ji Bu's goal should be the Eagles.

"You should know what I want."

Ji Bu sniffed and looked up at the starry night above his head: "To put it another way, you should thank me for saving you, right?"

"If it weren't for me, you would have been killed by Lian Haodong and the others."

"Too."

The Eight-faced Buddha smiled and flicked the ashes of his cigar: "If you want to know who the eagle is, I can tell you, but I have a prerequisite."

"What premise?"

"You deal with Zhongxinyi!"

The Eight-faced Buddha looked at Ji Bu with stern eyes. His face, which was still full of fake smiles, turned cold, and there was no longer any smile:

"The Eagle is so aggressive. If I hadn't taken risks to cooperate with him over the years, Zhongxinyi wouldn't have been able to develop so fast."

"It's good now that he has thrown me out. Then I don't mind losing the loyalty he cultivated."

When talking.

There was a bit more fierceness in the eyes of the Eight-faced Buddha, and one could detect the deep anger in his heart.

"Eight-faced Buddha."

Ji Bu blew out the smoke, threw the cigarette on the beach and crushed it: "You think too highly of me, don't you think I'll get rid of Zhongxinyi?!"

"You can do it."

The Eight-faced Buddha squinted at Ji Bu, his eyes seemed to be shiny behind the thick spectacle lenses:

"If you don't help me, then I won't tell you who the eagle is."

"Although I don't know why you must know the identity of the eagle, I can definitely know it."

"You spent so much effort to catch me because you were chasing the eagle, and apart from me, you can't find anyone else who knows the identity of the eagle."

"Should you take me directly to deal with Lin Kun, or should you deal with Zhong Xinyi and help me get rid of this bad temper, and then I will tell you the true identity of the Eagle."

"Choose one of the two."

"You choose."

(End of chapter)