It announced that Pegatron's latest underworld gang was unwilling to be bullied and was fighting back.
The first shot was fired by Liu Kaifeng, the leader of the Qilin Hall that the Julang Gang most relied on. Immediately afterwards, the other four hall leaders holding motorcycle handles with one hand raised their May 4th pistols in their right hands and opened fire.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
Angry bullets were fired wildly, and the dozen or so members who were on guard at the entrance of the Shanhe Gang headquarters were shot and fell down, screaming like ghosts and wolves.
In the blink of an eye, many motorcycles came over and stopped suddenly. More than two hundred members of the Julang Gang got off the motorcycles in a well-trained manner.
Fatty Han put the empty pistol in his pants pocket, pulled out the huge ax from his waist, raised it, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, come to me, kill all the bastards from the Shanhe Gang, and kill Zheng Shanhu
That beast..." He ran over first and threw the big ax in his hand suddenly.
The left side of the double glass door in front was shattered by the blow. Fatty Han flicked his wrist, and the steel chain pulled the ax to rotate, causing the ax to return to his hand, and he swung it out fiercely.
The glass door on the right was smashed to pieces again. He roared like a wild beast: "Rush..."
Many members of the Julang Gang followed up and roared in unison: "Go ahead..."
The sound was extremely ferocious, echoing over the Shanhe Gang headquarters, and even the extremely sturdy building seemed to be shaken by its force.
Zheng Shanhu, who was on the sixth floor of the headquarters, changed color on his face and said in a trembling voice: "Who is this person? It doesn't look like he is from the Yihe Gang. Damn it, why are there other gangs that are against me..."
A bit of dark red light streaked across the dark night in the sky, moving quickly towards this side.
Ghost Eyes stretched out his arms fiercely to pull Zheng Shanhu, who had not finished speaking, and shouted: "Be careful..."
This pull freed Zheng Shanhu from the clutches of death.
The dark red light just now was the infrared aiming of the sniper rifle. It fell on the heart of Zheng Shanhu in an instant. On the top of a building six or seven hundred meters away, Ye Jianfan, who was responsible for the sniper assassination, decisively pulled the trigger.
A bullet roared out...
However, because the ghost eye pulled it in time, the bullet missed Zheng Shanhu's heart and was shot on his left arm.
Zheng Shanhu howled and hurriedly fell to the ground and rolled back.
Ye Jianfan frowned angrily, moved the muzzle of the sniper rifle, and moved the infrared ray to the man in the black trench coat who had ruined his good deeds. He pulled the trigger one after another and shot out angry bullets one after another.
When the ghostly eye caught a glimpse of the red line flashing, he knew that the sniper had changed his target. His silhouette was strangely erratic, dodging quickly, causing the bullets to always deviate, passing close to his clothes, and hitting the wall behind him.
superior.
In a moment, both Guiyan and Zheng Shanhu came to the door, knocked on the door and came out into the corridor, out of the range of the sniper's control.
More than a dozen bodyguards immediately ran over and protected the boss in the middle.
After escaping from death, Zheng Shanhu ignored the pain in his left arm and cursed breathlessly: "Damn, I don't know which gang will be against me and actually send snipers to assassinate me. I'll wait for them to find them out."
, we must kill them all.”
Ghost Eye hurriedly asked: "Brother Hu, how is your injury? It's okay."
Zheng Shanhu shook his head and said: "It's nothing serious, I just injured my arm. However, there are only more than a hundred people in our headquarters building. I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist the attack of these guys. I have to call Guizai and ask him to lead some people back."
, after all, the most important thing is to defend the headquarters right now."
Ghost Eyes said disapprovingly: "Brother Hu, don't worry, they are just a bunch of rabble. As long as I am here, I will kill them all in no time..."
The door of a room at the back suddenly opened, and a bald boy in camouflage uniform rushed out with a semi-automatic rifle in his hand, shooting mercilessly.
The gunshots continued, and within an instant, five or six bodyguards were shot and fell. The remaining bodyguards turned around in horror, brandished their pistols and shot at the young man, and the clear gunshots rang out non-stop.
But the young man jumped up into the air, flew above their heads, picked up the rifle in his hand and smashed it down.
"Crack!"
The rifle broke, and one bodyguard fell to the ground with his brain shattered.
With a twist of his hand, the young man unhooked the folding bayonet from the butt of the gun, dropped it into the crowd, and stabbed him three times in a row like a phantom. Amid the rush of blood, the three bodyguards twisted and fell to the ground with frightened expressions on their faces.
In close combat, the guns could no longer exert their power. The other five surviving bodyguards put their pistols away and rushed forward.
They are all elites of the Shanhe Gang, carefully selected by Zheng Shanhu, and they have extraordinary skills in fighting.
The bodyguard on the right hit the opponent's chest with a left hook. The young man sneered, "Good job..." Without any dodge, he punched out with his left fist.
"Peng!"
The fists collided, and all five of the bodyguard's fingers were broken, causing him to howl in pain.
The young man kicked him with lightning speed, sending him flying into the air. His head hit the wall, and red blood and white brains gushed out at the same time.
The bayonet in his hand stabbed twice as fast as lightning. One of the other two bodyguards was stabbed in the chest and the other in the stomach. Blood gushed out and they fell down with shrill screams.
At this time, Zheng Shanhu had already recognized who the bald boy was, and shouted in surprise: "Ximen Lang, it's you, how dare you come to kill me?"
A sneer appeared on Ximenlang's lips and he said: "It's me, young master, and I am the one I want to kill, you bastard."
Zheng Shanhu said angrily: "You are so bold. You are just the boss of a small gang. How dare you go against our Shanhe Gang? Those people below are all your subordinates, right?"
"Yes, those are all members of our Julang Gang." Ximenlang snorted disdainfully, "Shit, I didn't mess with you at first, but you guys sent people to chase me over and over again. Now it's time for us to settle the accounts.
.The Shanhe Gang will disappear in Heshuo tonight, and tomorrow this gang will no longer exist."
Zheng Shanhu had a ferocious look on his face and cursed: "I want you to disappear now..." He raised the gun in his right hand and was about to pull the trigger.
Ximen Lang's wrist shook extremely quickly, and a silver light flashed, as brilliant as an epiphyllum in bloom.
"ah……"
Zheng Shanhu screamed, and a half-foot long willow leaf flying knife was shot on his wrist. Blood gushed out and dripped down, and the pistol fell to the ground.
Ximen Lang felt happy in his heart, but he did not dare to be careless, because he found that the man wearing a black windbreaker next to him was very strange, and his body exuded an extremely unusual and terrifying aura. He did not want to waste any more time, so he shouted: "You can disappear now...