Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

Bang bang bang! ! !

Banquet hall--

Ren Darong and sharpshooter Hua Tsai-rong each hid behind a stone pillar and were still fighting fiercely. One shot from you, one shot from me, they were inextricably killed.

Both of them are very skilled in dodging and maneuvering, especially their marksmanship is second to none!

When Ren Darong was an intern at Wong Chuk Hang School, he was a famous sharpshooter, and he even came first in martial arts competitions, ranking first in every shooting competition.

In the entire Hong Kong police force, apart from To Yong-xiao, he is the most powerful in terms of marksmanship.

In contrast, Hua Tsai Wing was also famous in Kowloon Walled City for his excellent marksmanship. He once blasted a nail on a wooden board with one shot from a distance of thirty meters!

At this moment, the two of them were neck and neck, and the fight was lively.

"Hey, that guy from the Flying Tigers! Do you know that your grandfather and I, Hua Zirong, haven't had such a good time in a long time! I'm a good marksman!" Hua Zirong said in a sinister voice.

"You're about the same! Your marksmanship is quite sharp! But unfortunately -" Ren Darong held the gun with both hands, pointed it at Hua Tsai Rong's hiding place and fired!

boom!

The bullet grazed Hua Zirong's cheek.

Hua Zirong was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He was afraid after thinking about it. He didn't expect Ren Darong's marksmanship to be so sharp. He was clearly trying to seduce him just now.

Unexpectedly, the other party almost shot him in the head.

"What's a pity? What a pity that my head didn't explode?" Hua Zirong wiped the blood on his cheek with his fingers, put it into his mouth to taste it, and said with a grin: "Why don't I do a good thing today and send you to hell!"

boom!

Hua Zirong rolled on the ground as he spoke.

One shot almost hit Ren Darong's right leg.

Fortunately, Ren Darong shrank his right leg quickly enough and escaped! Even so, his right leg was still grazed by a bullet. Blood flowed.

"Come on! Let's see who sends whom to hell!"

Ren Darong was inspired to fight and started a gun battle even more crazily.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Da da da! ! !

Suddenly there was a continuous sound of bullets!

The two dueled with their marksmanship, but Chi Yu was affected. Many policemen and thieves who didn't know why became victims of their marksmanship.

"Help! These two are crazy!"

"What kind of shooting skills are you comparing? This is not a shooting range!"

"Wrong, we are the targets! Oops, I got shot!"

…

there--

Yan Xiongdong hid from XZ and occasionally fired cold shots. The number of innocent souls who died in his hands continued to increase.

"Damn it! How come there are so many people and you can't beat them all?" Yan Xiong hid behind the stone pillar and panted.

A person appeared not far away, but he was staring at Yan Xiong and not letting the gangster go. Yan Xiong did not hesitate and pulled the trigger on him!

But--

Didn't start.

what happened?

Yan Xiong opened the pistol and looked at the bullets, "Your mother's head is out of bullets!"

When the gangster saw Yan Xiong's appearance, he suddenly became arrogant: "Haha, you are out of bullets! How will you die?"

After speaking, he stood up swaggeringly and pointed a gun at Yan Xiong's head: "Kneel down!"

Yan Xiong frowned: "I, Yan Xiong, am also a detective after all. I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"I'll make you kneel down!"

Click!

The gangster immediately pulled the safety catch.

"Hero, spare your life!" Yan Xiong immediately knelt down in front of the opponent.

"Call me grandpa!" the gangster teased Yan Xiong.

Yan Xiong looked embarrassed, "There is no way to humiliate people like this! Can you try another way?"

The gangster smiled ferociously and put the muzzle of his gun against Yan Xiong's head: "Okay! You are the detective! I like you the most. If you don't want to call me grandpa, it's okay. Then just pretend to be a dog. Come and bark for me." How many times!”

"Seniors can be killed, but not humiliated!" Yan Xiong said angrily.

"Really? Today, uncle, I just want to humiliate you!" The gangster aimed at Yan Xiong's thigh and pulled the trigger!

Click!

No sound of bullets!

"Huh?" The gangster was stunned.

Yan Xiong was also stunned, but he immediately reacted: "Haha! You don't have any bullets anymore!" He no longer knelt, but stood up and patted the dust on his clothes, "Pu, your mother! Do you know that you, Master Yan, and I were enduring the humiliation just now? , staged a painful plot? Do you really think I will kneel down for you, a clown? I'm ashamed of your mother!" Yan Xiong kicked the opponent in the abdomen! Before the opponent stumbled to his feet, he grabbed the opponent's arm again, grabbed him, turned around and threw him over his shoulder!

Boom!

The gangster was knocked dizzy!

Yan Xiong stepped on him with one foot, clapped his hands and said, "You know, what does it mean to be strong when you are old?! This is it!"

…

The other side————

"Hey hey hey!"

The lame man directly picked up his crutch and fought with a group of horsemen to fight with bayonets!

Lame Hao's legs and feet are inconvenient, but that doesn't stop him from continuing to fight.

The person fighting with him at the moment was a fat gangster.

The fat gangster was panting. Because of his fat body, it was not easy to move.

The lame man is lame in one leg and has difficulty moving. He is like dancing a waltz on one leg, and is "inextricably separated" from the clumsy fat man.

"I'm going to attack you, you damn fat boy, surrender immediately and don't fight me anymore!" Lame Hao grabbed the crutches and put one hand on his knees, bending over and panting.

The fat man was also bent over, sweating profusely on his face, and panting: "You can handle me if you can? Come on, lame man, let's see who dies first!"

"I'll attack you! I didn't even look at a guy like you before! Do you know who I am? I'm a lame man, Wu Shihao!" The lame man raised his cane and pointed at the fat man's nose, "I once took a With a watermelon knife, I went from Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, to Tuen Mun, New Territories, and everyone called me the 'Tsim Sha Tsui Killer God'!"

"Then do you know who I am?" The fat man raised the knife in his hand, waved it twice, and pulled out a flower: "I am the famous Pig King Chao! I once killed people from the Kowloon Walled City. Go to the other side! Holding my head in my left hand, holding the machete in my right hand, everyone calls me the 'King of Hell', the Pig King Chao!"

"Then do you know about the three murders in Yau Ma Tei? That was what I did! I, Wu Guohao, beat those three guys to death with a pair of fists!" After finishing speaking, Lame Hao raised his fist, "See, As big as a sandbag!”

"You're just a child!" The fat man looked disdainful. "Go and ask, how many crimes has my pig king Chao done in Kowloon Walled City? I commit all sorts of crimes including rape and robbery! I don't even care about three-year-old children or seventy-year-old ladies. Let it go!" After the fat man finished speaking, he opened his clothes to reveal the scar on his abdomen, "See, I've been so cruel to myself. I stabbed this scar with a knife myself! The reason is simple, I don't feel good about myself!"

"Choose! You are simply a jerk!" The lame man pointed at the fat man, "I admire you! I have wanted to cut off this lame leg many times, but I still don't have the courage!"

"Courage is given by oneself, and face is earned by oneself! Just keep working hard!"

"Teachable!"

"Concession!"

"Uh, shall we fight?"

"Of course! You're a lame man!"

"You damn fat boy!"

Crackling!

The lame man and the fat man fought fiercely again, one holding a cane and the other wielding a knife, and they were killing each other.