Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Alley entrance.

There was a sharp sound of brakes.

Liu Yaozu was driving his red Mercedes-Benz while drifting rapidly at the intersection, then flicked its tail and flew in from the intersection.

co-pilot.

Wu Zhihui was sitting on his seat, looking at Ah Heng who was holding his sickle high in the middle of the alley, and shouted sternly: "Stop!"

This roar contained endless anger, and the loud sound echoed in the alley, like thunder.

Luo Tianhong fell to the ground without any force, and also tilted his head to look at the entrance of the alley. Looking at the double figures in his sight, he knew that this was Wu Zhihui coming.

Boss Fai is back.

"Humph!"

Ah Heng stepped on Luo Tianhong's chest, turned his head slightly and glanced at the red Pingzhi who drifted to the entrance of the alley, sneered and quickly swung the sickle in his hand.

It was very satisfying to kill Luo Tianhong in front of Wu Zhihui.

"call"

The scythe made a little wind sound as Ah Heng swung it vigorously.

in the car.

"call out!"

Wu Zhihui's pupils shrank, and he watched as his right hand holding the scythe suddenly flung out, and a pink Zhibao kerosene lighter flew out of the car window, leaving an afterimage in the air and quickly flew past.

"clang!"

The harsh sound of metal collision sounded.

The movement trajectory of the pink Zhibao lighter was just right, and it hit the sickle blade heavily. The huge collision force forcibly changed the movement trajectory of the sickle.

The tip of the sickle struck the concrete floor, causing short-lived sparks and cement debris to fly.

"Um?!"

Ah Heng felt the shock of the sickle hitting the ground. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the pink Zippo kerosene lighter that fell to the ground and had a dent in the body.

A kerosene lighter flying over from such a distance could actually smash his own sickle away?

How much domineering power and precise projection trajectory does this require? !

That is, taking advantage of this opportunity.

Luo Tianhong endured the pain and pushed Aheng's right foot away from his chest with both hands, and rolled twice towards Wu Zhihui.

The door of the Mercedes-Benz opened.

Wu Zhihui pushed open the car door and got out, striding over.

back seat.

Ah Ji, who had white hair, got out of the car and followed Wu Zhihui quickly.

End of the alley.

Watson, who was sitting in the car, looked at Wu Zhihui who suddenly appeared, his brows jumped and an ominous premonition came over him.

When he saw Ah Heng's sickle slashing through the air, he raised the big black star without any hesitation and pointed it directly at Wu Zhihui in the red flat.

Must have done him.

He looked at Wu Zhihui, who was walking quickly, and put his finger on the trigger and raised the muzzle of the gun, ready to shoot.

In sight.

Wu Zhihui suddenly pulled out his hand, and there were two daggers in his hand. He opened his hands and arms in a wide arc like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, and the daggers flew out.

The dagger drew an arc in the air and flew towards Watson who had just emerged.

"Oh!"

The front glass was cracked with tiny spider patterns, and the dagger penetrated the glass and smashed the big black star in Watson's hand.

When Watson turned the gun again, the second dagger had already flown to him.

"Pfft!"

The dagger directly pierced Watson's gun-holding wrist, instantly pierced his wrist, penetrated deeply into the car seat, and was directly nailed to it.

"what!"

Watson screamed and subconsciously covered his right hand that was pierced on the seat. The big black star he held in his hand fell into the car.

In the alley.

The cold white light cast the figures of several people on the ground.

Luo Tianhong held the Eight-sided Han Sword in his left hand, and supported the Eight-sided Han Sword with his body, kneeling on one knee and half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily.

The blue bangs on his forehead that were wet with sweat swayed in front of his eyes with his heavy breathing.

Aji stepped forward and walked to Luo Tianhong's side. He stopped and turned to look at the pale Luo Tianhong: "Are you okay, Lanmaozai?"

"I can't die!"

Luo Tianhong took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and responded: "Baimaozi, if you don't come, I can still deal with him."

Ah Ji glanced at Luo Tianhong and stopped talking, turning his head to stare at Ah Heng in front of him.

Wu Zhihui stood nearby, looking at Ah Heng expressionlessly.

Ah Heng glanced at Wu Zhihui and looked at Ah Ji, whose white hair was extremely conspicuous under the light. His legs and muscles were tense and he stood there.

He held his scythe in both hands, and moved his fingers to tighten the handle of the scythe, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Wu Zhihui's attack just now gave him a huge shock. He felt an invisible sense of oppression when he stood next to him. This white-haired boy was also not a good person.

Ah Heng pretended to be relaxed: "Humph, is there another one who wants to die?!"

"Only I can beat him!"

Ah Ji pulled out a short knife and squinted at Ah Heng in front of him: "If you touch him, you will end up badly, I will beat you to death!"

His squinted eyes suddenly opened, he grabbed the short knife and rushed forward. His arms swung in a small arc as he ran, and he rushed toward Ah Heng.

"Da da da"

The soles of the shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the ground. As the running speed increased, the frequency of the sound became more and more rapid.

Ah Heng stood there, looking at Ah Ji who was approaching quickly, feeling an inexplicable sense of great oppression. His eyes were fixed on the fast moving Ah Ji, and he clenched the sickle in both hands, preparing to deal with his moves.

In sight.

Ah Ji, who was running quickly, had already rushed forward, slashing quickly with the short knife in his hand. Ah Heng immediately raised his knife to block in a hurry.

"Dang. Dang."

The dagger struck the sickle with a crisp sound.

Ah Ji's knife was very fast. He was originally a close assassin. His knife was getting faster and faster, and the frequency of metal collisions became faster and faster. Ah Heng could not keep up with the rhythm very quickly.

The scene was almost in a crushing situation. Ah Heng was completely suppressed and beaten, and was killed instantly by Ah Ji.

"Dang Dang..."

"Pfft..."

"clang"

The crisp sound of metal is occasionally mixed with the dull tearing sound of the blade cutting through the flesh, and little bits of blood are flying in the air.

A powerful blow.

"Clang."

Ah Heng, whose body was covered with four or five cuts, had the sickle in his hand chopped off and fell to the ground, and he subconsciously stepped back.

Ah Ji took a running start and flew into the air. His bent knees pressed against Ah Heng's chest, causing him to fall back quickly.

"Oh!"

Ah Heng hit the wall hard, and his whole body bounced back. Ah Ji had already followed him. The short knife in his hand brought out streaks of white light under the light, and he quickly slashed at Ah Heng's chest.

One knife after another.

"Pfft, pfft."

Amidst the dull sound, A Heng left incisions in front of his body, and his body was trembling amid the splatter of blood. A moment.

Aji stopped.

Ah Heng leaned against the wall without any strength, staring at Ah Ji in disbelief. He breathed heavily, and the flesh of the knife edge on his chest turned over, dripping blood and quickly fell to the ground.

Ah Ji looked at Ah Hen expressionlessly. The light shone on his face, and his face, stained with blood, was expressionless.

"just you?"

Ah Ji gave Ah Heng a cold look and turned to leave.

Take two steps.

He shook his right hand and the dagger in his hand flew into the air. The blood-stained dagger rolled several times in the air and then landed firmly in Aji's hand.

Turn around.

puff

The short knife pierced through Ah Heng's chest, directly penetrated the wooden board behind him, and penetrated deeply.

"Ahem."

A hoarse sound came from Ah Heng's throat. As he pulled out the short knife, his body went limp and his knees were weak, and he fell to the ground directly.

The vision in front of him became blurry and blurred, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

In the car.

Watching this scene, Watson's originally dark-skinned face looked even darker, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He sat on the seat and tried to break free, but he was afraid of the pain. Seeing Aji walking towards him, he gritted his teeth and didn't care about it. He endured the pain and pulled out the dagger that pierced his palm from the seat.

"Grass!"

Watson endured the excruciating pain, trembled, opened the car door, got out, and ran away without stopping.

"Deal with him."

Wu Zhihui didn't even look at Watson, and said in an indifferent tone: "He is one, and Ma Jun is the other. They are two bastards. I have tolerated them for a long time."

Aji glanced at the fleeing Watson, and chased him quickly. The distance between the two sides was quickly closing, and he saw Aji getting closer and closer.

Watson knew he couldn't run away, so he simply gritted his teeth and stopped, and started to take out the .38 pinned to his waist with his left hand.

For right-handed people, using the left hand is definitely not as smooth as using the right hand.

Ah Ji was getting closer and closer, while Watson was still hurriedly grabbing some points.

Aji had quickly pulled closer and watched as the short knife in Watson's hand in front of him was thrown directly, flying towards Watson who had just pulled out the point 38, and piercing his arm.

Aji increased his speed by running, and stepped lightly on the hood of the car. He jumped up from the car and flew towards Watson. He flew in front of Watson and pressed his bent knees against his chest.

Watson quickly stepped back under the heavy blow. Ah Ji, who had landed firmly on the ground, was already in front of him. He rained down fists on Watson's body with his left and right hands. After a good vent, he kicked him to the side. Got out.

Watson couldn't resist at all and could only be beaten passively, with blood pouring out of his nostrils. But even so, Watson persisted in taking out the .38 points from his waist.

It was not easy.

Finally took it out at 1.38.

Just as he lifted the .38, Aji kicked the .38 into the air. The magazine of the .38 bounced in the air and the bullets inside fell out.

"Open your mouth!"

Aji punched Watson in the stomach with his right hand. The painful Watson opened his mouth and screamed. Aji stretched out his left hand, and the bullet that fell in the air fell into his hand, and he stuffed it forcefully. Watson's mouth: "Eat it!"

"vomit"

Watson covered his neck and retched frantically. Aji kicked him down and stomped him to the ground. He grabbed his hair and pulled his head up: "If it weren't for you, you would still be useful. You would be dead now!"

Behind.

Wu Zhihui helped Luo Tianhong up, pushed him into the car and sat down, lighting a cigarette: "Silly boy, they want to go up, just let them go up, Changmao and the others are guarding upstairs."

"You were shot twice and why did you stop them? You will die."

"Humph."

Luo Tianhong snorted and puffed on his cigarette: "I, Luo Tianhong, don't know how to write the word fear. Now that I'm here, they can't get up."

"Silly hat."

Wu Zhihui smiled and shook his head, patted his shoulder and closed the car door.

Aji dragged Watson and pushed him over: "Brother Hui."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui looked at Watson coldly: "Damn it, you are doing this while there is no one at home, right?"

He took out the handcuffs from Watson's waist and locked his hands.

He took out a nylon rope from the trunk and tied it to the handcuffs, and tied the other end in the trunk. He also took out a safety helmet and put it on for Watson and fastened the buckle.

"Aji."

Wu Zhihui clapped his hands and walked upstairs to the hospital: "Send Tianhong to our private clinic. Let Abu and the others prepare in advance and help Tianhong treat her wounds."

"He, let's go with him and slide over. The helmet has been put on for him. He is very safe."

"Okay Brother Hui."

Ah Ji nodded, got into the car, glanced at Luo Tianhong sitting in the back seat, and started the car: "Hold on, don't die in the car, I think it's unlucky."

"Humph."

Luo Tianhong curled his lips and ignored Aji.

The car kicked off the accelerator and drove away. Watson, who was tied with a rope behind, quickly followed the car and started running at night.

But how could two legs outrun four wheels? When they got to the back, Watson was simply being pulled by the car and sliding on the ground.

In the hospital ward.

Wu Zhihui saw Ren Qingtian. After the anesthesia, Ren Qingtian had already woken up. Looking at Wu Zhihui standing, the corners of his mouth twitched under the oxygen mask and he laughed:

"You brat, you came back very quickly. Why are you keeping a straight face? You won't die. The condensed essence of our short ones is very tough."

He held out his hand.

Wu Zhihui reached out and grabbed Ren Qingtian's hand: "Brother Tian, ​​thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."

"I won't stay here at the hospital. We'll arrange for people to be transferred to our own clinic. I'll arrange the rest."

"it is good."

Ren Qingtian nodded: "Go and get busy."

Wu Zhihui walked out of the ward, the smile on his face disappeared and turned into a gloomy one.

By the side.

Changmao stood respectfully: "Brother Hui, what should we do next? You tell us, and we will do it."

When Wu Zhihui came back, Changmao's tone of voice became more confident and confident.

"Brothers are all ready, just waiting for Brother Hui to come back and take charge of the overall situation. As long as you give the order, they will all be eye-catching handsome boys!"

"Move Brother Tian away and let the brothers guard Happy Valley first. Don't move yet."

Wu Zhihui looked coldly at the corridor ahead: "We'll fight Hong Xing's people from behind. Now let's get rid of these annoying dogs standing behind Hong Xing!"

"Get them done, then get Hong Xing! Damn it."

"it is good."

Changmao glanced at the sullen Wu Zhihui, nodded and agreed.

"In addition, I will arrange for someone to go to Director Li of the TV station and let me know that the former undercover Agent O, Inspector Watson, is suspected of accepting bribes and having uneven distribution of benefits. He is involved in corporate struggles. His whereabouts are now unknown."

"what?"

Changmao's eyelids jumped when he heard this: "Brother Hui, isn't that good? Isn't this too arrogant and flamboyant?! He is a policeman after all."

"Just let it go!"

Wu Zhihui scolded in a cold voice: "I want to see how they are going to end this situation!"

"If you like to mess with me while I'm not around, then I'll turn them upside down. Hold a Watson in your hand, hang them out and beat them!" (End of Chapter)