Shen Lang didn't have many Liuye flying knives left on his body, so he simply picked up two AK47s on the ground, put them on his shoulders, and swiped them wildly.
Blood flowed wildly, and the gang members fell to the ground one by one after being shot.
Shen Lang fired while running fast. A group of people stared at Shen Lang's footsteps and fired, but none of the shots hit Shen Lang.
The tongues of fire spurting out from the two AK47s in Shen Lang's hands seemed to have eyes. The direction they swept towards was bound to be filled with blood, and everyone was shot and fell to the ground dead.
The marksmanship is simply abnormal! Not only Bai Qingyu and He Chenguang were stunned, but the people on Yan Long's side were also stunned.
"Is this guy still human?"
Shen Lang had two guns per person, and a large number of people on Yan Long's side died instantly.
"Damn it!" Yan Long jumped into a rage, picked up the rocket launcher, prepared to aim, and fired a shot in the direction where Shen Lang was running.
Shen Lang hurriedly dodged sideways to avoid the rocket launcher, and there was a muffled "boom" that made his eardrums roar.
Several police cars were blown up in an instant. Shen Lang rushed out of the thick smoke, replaced the magazine, and continued to shoot.
The whole process only took a few minutes, and hundreds of people on Yan Long's side were already dead. Rows of corpses fell down. The scene was very spectacular.
"Fuck me! If you dare to kill so many of our brothers, brothers, go up and kill this kid!" the strong man with a tiger head tattoo roared.
"Wait a minute, Huzi! This kid is very powerful, at least at the level of a five-star master. You all should stop shooting at that kid, let me deal with him." Yan Long yelled.
Shen Lang killed so many of his people, Yan Long wanted to tear this kid to pieces!
Yan Long held a gun in his left hand, raised his breath, and rushed towards Shen Lang with a gloomy look.
Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and turned his attention to Yan Long, who was quickly chasing after him. This guy should be the strongest here, and he was probably at the level of a five-star master.
Because his true energy was restricted, Shen Lang was unable to use Qing Gong and could only rely on his physical fitness to run quickly. However, Yan Long needed to use Qing Gong to barely catch up with Shen Lang.
Shen Lang didn't avoid it at all. He snorted coldly, threw away the two AK47s in his hands, stepped forward, and rushed towards Yan Long.
In Yan Long's view, Shen Lang's behavior was a naked provocation. Yan Long's eyes were ferocious, and he also threw away the gun in his hand and rushed towards Shen Lang menacingly.
"Die to me!"
Yan Long laughed ferociously and slapped Shen Lang on the head.
Shen Lang had no expression on his face, and he unhurriedly struck out with a stone-splitting palm.
The palms of both hands collided and a blast of wind was released.
Yan Long's expression suddenly changed. He didn't feel the internal force coming from Shen Lang's palm. Instead, he felt that Shen Lang's palm hit him like a hammer weighing a thousand kilograms. It shocked his right arm and made him feel numb.
He even lost consciousness for a while.
The Stone Splitting Palm itself is not an internal palm technique. It can only produce force but not internal force. Shen Lang's physical fitness alone can defeat Yan Long head-on.
After the palm exchange, Yan Long was obviously at a disadvantage, and he took a few steps back after receiving a huge counterattack.
Shen Lang stepped forward and swept out a tan kick with lightning speed.
"call!"
Shen Lang's kick caused a fierce air explosion, but Yan Long did not dodge in a hurry. In desperation, he had to raise his arms to block Shen Lang's right leg.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Shen Lang's right leg hit Yan Long's arms firmly.
This time, Yan Long's arms were numb from the shock, and his body retreated again.
"call out!"
Before Yan Long could react, Shen Lang flicked his right hand and a willow leaf flying knife shot out.
"Pfft!"
The flying knife pierced Yan Long's throat in an instant, and a large amount of blood spurted out.
"You..." Yan Long pointed at Shen Lang, let out one last cry, and fell into a pool of blood.
"Brother Yan Long!" Seeing Yan Long fall, the strong man with a tiger head tattoo opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth and said, "Kill this kid!"
The strong man with a tiger head tattoo set up an M2 heavy machine gun with a ferocious expression and fired wildly at Shen Lang.
"Kill him and avenge Brother Yan Long!"
"Kill this boy!"
Suddenly, intensive gunshots rang out, and all members of the Thunder Club raised their guns and opened fire at Shen Lang.
Shen Lang dodged quickly, as fast as a ghost.
The strong man with the tiger head tattoo opened fire violently. Shen Lang's left arm was accidentally grazed by the bullet, and several large holes were penetrated in his clothes.
Shen Lang smacked his lips, jumped around, hid behind a container, and took a few breaths.
"That kid has been shot, everyone, follow me!" The strong man with the tiger head tattoo shouted loudly, directly shouldered the M2 heavy machine gun weighing hundreds of kilograms, and chased after Shen Lang.
A group of people swarmed forward. There were too many of them, and Shen Lang's physical strength was also severely exhausted. It was difficult to handle so many guns.
Turning his right hand, he held a willow leaf flying knife in his hand, and Shen Lang's face showed a gloomy look. The strong man with the tiger head tattoo seemed stupid, but his marksmanship was very accurate.
Several grenades were thrown at him, and Shen Lang dodged sideways and hid behind a restaurant building on the pier.
"boom!"
Fires shot into the sky, and the sound of grenades exploding was deafening.
Shen Lang's energy and energy were completely locked on the strong man with the tiger head tattoo, and he raised a trace of his true energy to condense the tip of the flying knife, and jumped up.
"Ding!"
With a flick of his right hand, the willow leaf flying knife pierced the air and shot out like lightning.
"Pfft!"
Liu Ye's flying knife instantly penetrated the throat of the strong man with the tiger head tattoo. Before he could stop, he continued to plunge into the forehead of the person behind the strong man. Both of them were killed.
"Brother Huzi!"
Seeing the strong man with the tiger head tattoo fall down, a group of members of the Thunder Club showed horrified expressions.
Shen Lang killed two masters, Yan Long and Hu Zi, one after another. The Thunder Club was already in a leaderless state. Seeing Shen Lang hiding and jumping around, with a fearless look, a group of people felt fear.
After knocking down the biggest threat, Shen Lang quickly picked up a 54 pistol and a revolver, and fired several shots. Several members of the Thunder Society wearing black vests fell in a pool of blood.
A large wave of members of the Thunder Society chased Shen Lang and shot, and a large wave of other forces wanted to kill the police and special forces who blocked them, and take the opportunity to escape from this ghost place.
The Westport Pier has become a complete mess, and there is no order at all.
Just at this moment, the siren of a police car sounded, and support finally arrived.
Bai Qingyu and He Chenguang's eyes lit up.
"Control the scene!"
A heavily armed criminal police officer walked out of the police car, holding a shield and pointing his gun at the underground gang on the other side.
"Put down your weapons! Surrender immediately!" a pot-bellied police officer shouted with a loudspeaker.
"Fuck you! How dare the stupid police threaten me?"
Originally, a large number of underground gangs here were ready to break out and run away. After hearing the fat police officer's words, they all immediately became angry, arousing public outrage, and turned around and picked up their guns and started shooting wildly.
"Nima!"
The fat police officer was so frightened that he almost jumped up, dropped the horn in his hand, and immediately hid behind the police car.
"Officer Zhang!" Bai Qingyu ran over and called to the fat man.
"Bai...Captain Bai!" The fat police officer hid behind the car and approached cautiously.
"Don't hesitate. The opponent is numerous and extremely vicious. Hurry up and order your people to attack directly!" Bai Qingyu said hurriedly.
"Captain Bai, how many people are there in this gang?" the fat man asked quickly.
"There are at least four to five hundred people left!" Bai Qingyu said calmly, picking up an automatic rifle.
"No...it can't be!" Fatty Hun'er was almost scared out of his wits. Is this going to fight? It's not so exaggerated in the movies.