Li Xianying left behind three words and left with a group of people from the Tsim Sha Tsui heavy eucalyptus group.
Zheng Yijian and Xiao Stutter were messy in the night breeze on the rooftop.
"What, what does this mean? Aren't you going to save me?" The little stammerer's little eyes rolled around.
Zheng Yijian was also confused and downed.
Of course, the most confused person is undoubtedly He Shangsheng.
"Hey! Is there anyone? Please take me away!" He Shangsheng shouted loudly from the edge of the rooftop.
Yes, all the people from the Tsim Sha Tsui Heavy Eucalyptus Group evacuated, but they all forgot about Ho Sang-sheng on the rooftop.
Li Xianying thought that Ma Jun would push He Shangsheng's wheelchair, but Ma Jun thought that Zhou Xingxing would push it, and Zhou Xingxing only wanted to rush to the building opposite to explode Zheng Yijian's anus.
The dozen or so people in the group had all forgotten about He Shangsheng.
"Hey! This is a good opportunity. Let me go and go to the other side to save your good brother." Little Stutter reminded Zheng Yijian actively.
"Hmph——! You are really smart." Zheng Yijian gave Xiao Stutter a look.
"You really think those cops' brains were run over by car tires. There are so many of them, how could they all forget about the hostages."
Zheng Yijian was very sure that Li Xianying and his group were hiding behind the stair door, waiting to ambush him. How could he fall for such a low-level trick?
"Really? I often forget to bring my keys when I go out, and when I get home I have to ask a locksmith to open the door." Little Ba Ba muttered in a low voice.
Zheng Yijian looked at Xiao Stuttering like he was an idiot.
It doesn't matter if Li Xianying lays an ambush or not, Zheng Yijian has a backup plan.
"You can still move your hands!" Zheng Yijian threw a cigar at He Shangsheng in the building opposite.
"grass--!"
He Shangsheng did not pick up the cigar, but extended his hand to Zheng Yijian and made two international gestures.
"Hey, it seems that I can still move my hands." Zheng Yijian smiled and nodded.
He Shangsheng put away his middle finger and cursed angrily: "Do you have a plan? If you do, use it immediately. Stop pretending. I'm telling you, Li Er is capricious and his words don't count."
Zheng Yijian's face darkened after hearing He Shangsheng's words.
'No way, Li Er is so arrogant that he won't arrive suddenly and catch himself by surprise!'
Zheng Yijian didn't dare to show off and looked downstairs.
Something was wrong. He saw Li Xianying, Ma Jun, Zhou Xingxing and his group. Did these guys really abandon He Shangsheng?
"No, they are coming to this building to catch you." The little stutterer said it was bad, but his face was full of joy.
Zheng Yijian also discovered that the people from the Tsim Sha Tsui Heavy Duty Unit did not get in the car, but crossed the road and went straight to his building.
"Since you can still move your hands, push the wheelchair and jump out." Zheng Yijian said to He Shangsheng calmly.
"Ah——! You are really crazy. I don't want the money at most. You can enjoy it all by yourself." He Shangsheng glared at Zheng Yijian angrily.
He finally had a chance to get out of trouble, but he absolutely did not want to fall into the hands of the perverted and devilish gang of Tsim Sha Tsui Heavy Duty Group again.
"Jump quickly, I've arranged for someone to pick you up." Zheng Yijian suspected that there was someone behind the staircase door behind He Shangsheng, so he deliberately raised his voice.
Lin Xiaoya, who was ambushing behind the staircase door, heard Zheng Yijian's words and fell into the trap.
"Don't move! Get back immediately, or I'll shoot." Lin Xiaoya said as she ran towards He Shangsheng.
Zheng Yijian clearly took out the tranquilizer pistol.
With a sound of ‘Puff——!’, Lin Xiaoya was shot and fell to the ground.
He Shangsheng looked at the ground dozens of stories high, and still chose to believe Zheng Yijian. If Zheng Yijian really wanted to die, it would be easiest not to save him.
He Shangsheng jumped from the rooftop with his wheelchair.
A large net bag suddenly stretched out from the window on the 20th floor and trapped He Shangsheng and his wheelchair together.
"..."
Little Stutter rolled his eyes speechlessly. One of these two guys is a madman and the other is a fool. They are not afraid that the net bag will break or fail to catch it.
"Hey——! Why don't you jump down and let someone catch you?" The little stutterer carefully gave Zheng Yijian suggestions.
"Hey——! You think so well."
Zheng Yijian silently calculated the speed of Li Xianying's group in the elevator, and took out a crossbow launcher without haste.
“Buzz——!”
A crossbow arrow shot into the wall of the rooftop of the building opposite, and Zheng Yijian skillfully pulled up a steel cable.
Little Stutter immediately understood Zheng Yijian's intention, and her face immediately turned earthy.
"You...you are crazy. I...I don't want to walk on the tightrope with you. I...I am very fat. I will definitely break the tightrope." Little Stutterer finally returned to his true nature of stuttering.
Zheng Yijian shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly took out something from behind and tied it to Little Stutter's body.
"Ah——!" Little Stutter looked down in panic and saw a bomb with a flashing timer.
"Be careful! This is a real bomb, not a fake cigar." Zheng Yijian took a long puff of cigar and then jumped onto the rooftop fence and stepped on the wire cable with one foot.
"Don't move, don't move, you will shoot me in the head."
As expected, Zhou Xingxing was the first one to arrive on the rooftop. Zhou Xingxing was so excited that he was almost speechless.
"You'd better not shoot randomly and see what's tied to her body." Zheng Yijian reminded Zhou Xingxing in a friendly manner.
"Zhou Xingxing, put down the gun quickly. If something happens to me, my second brother won't be able to spare you." Zhou Xingxing was still in a daze, and he scolded loudly with a small stutter.
Only then did Zhou Xingxing see clearly that there was a bomb tied to Little Stutter. He was so sensible that catching Zheng Yijian was not as important as saving Little Stutter, so he immediately threw the pistol in his hand to the ground.
"Don't be impulsive! Being impulsive is a bastard." Zhou Xingxing said loudly.
This is when Li Xianying, Ma Jun and others also rushed to the rooftop.
"Calm down, everyone, calm down." Zhou Xingxing quickly reminded Li Xianying and Ma Jun that a bomb was tied to Zheng Yijian's body.
Li Xianying also dropped his pistol.
However, Ma Jun said unwillingly: "It can't be a fake bomb, right? Why do these explosive sticks look so like cigars?"
"..."
"Ma Jun, shut up." Little Stutterer scolded Ma Jun nervously. She was so frightened that she almost collapsed on the floor.
‘No, it really looks like a cigar.’ Zhou Xingxing’s sharp eyes took advantage of Zheng Yijian not paying attention to him and quietly moved closer to Little Stutter. He opened his eyes and looked carefully at the small words on the explosive stick on Little Stutter’s body.
"The Republic of Cuba, Cuba's hand-rolled tobacco, throws it at you, it's really a cigar." Zhou Xingxing said and hurriedly bent down to pick up his pistol.
Zheng Yijian was embarrassed.
He immediately took out a smoke bomb and threw it at Zhou Xingxing, an annoying guy.
"puff--!"
As the smoke bomb exploded, Zheng Yijian quickly opened an umbrella and jumped on the wire rope.
At this time everyone realized that the bomb was fake.
Zhou Xingxing covered his nose, endured the sting in his eyes, and rushed to the steel wire cable next to the rooftop.
Zheng Yijian was already holding an umbrella and almost ran to the building opposite.
"Fuck on the street, you Yan family shovel." Zhou Xingxing angrily pulled the wire rope with both hands, trying to shake Zheng Yijian down. Based on Li Er's attitude towards Zheng Yijian, Zhou Xingxing guessed that he had done a great job in killing Zheng Yijian.
It's a pity that Zhou Xingxing made the wrong calculation. Zheng Yijian was a magician and his body balance was excellent. The dangling wire cable could not throw him off.
Zhou Xingxing became anxious and directly pulled open the fixed end of the steel cable.
"Goodbye, sir."
After all, Zhou Xingxing was a step too late. Zheng Yijian was already standing on the rooftop of the building opposite.
"Goodbye, your ancestors." Ma Jun took out a grenade and pretended to throw it at the building opposite.
"..." Zheng Yijian's face turned green, and he turned around and ran away without caring about being cool.
