Mr. Huyuan backed up hastily, looked at the direction where the gunfire sounded in fear, and shouted: "Who, come out!"
As he spoke, he shouted at the sumo wrestlers hiding in the dark: "You cowards, stop hiding and come out!"
A figure walked out of the woods. He was tall and thin, holding a cigar in his mouth. He was blowing smoke rings and holding a large Desert Eagle pistol in his hand. The pistol was stained with moonlight and shone with a layer of coldness.
light.
Hu Yuanjun's eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "Who are you?"
"Your uncle!"
Lin Kun had a cigar in his mouth, grinning and showing his white teeth.
When Bazhi and Long Da met Lin Kun, they immediately burst out laughing, "Yes, he is this bastard's uncle."
Lin Kun immediately rolled his eyes at the two of them and said, "You are scolding me as well. The uncle who is a bastard, isn't he also a bastard?"
One of Huyuanjun's hands was pierced by a ghost, and he was bleeding profusely. The pistol in his other hand was also shot away. The situation where he originally had the advantage was completely passive.
And those sumo wrestlers who were hiding in the dark slowly walked out one by one. Mr. Hu Yuan just thought that these people under him had a bushido mental attack and were about to come out to fight, and his heart was suddenly filled with excitement.
Confidence, you must know that there are at least twenty of his men who are capable of fighting. If these twenty people rush forward together, what will happen even if the opponent has a gun.
"Hahaha..."
Mr. Huyuan laughed ferociously, "Take care of these bastards and kill them with your bodies!"
But smiling, the expression on Mr. Huyuan's face was suddenly startled. He immediately felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. The people under his command walked out step by step, their steps were very stiff, and the expressions on their faces were full of fear.
, no one even took the initiative to look up at him.
What's going on?
Mr. Huyuan frowned, and soon he saw the clues. He saw the black muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of a subordinate who was very close to him. A black figure slowly walked out, and then
Looking up at the other subordinates, almost everyone is the same as the subordinate in front of me.
Mr. Huyuan immediately realized what happened. Just now, he relied on the large number of people under his command to attack the Prime Minister Long. Now there were more people outside than his men and started to attack him in a group.
Hu Yuanjun raised his eyebrows, and with his uninjured hand, he quickly took out two ninja escape skills projectiles from his arms, and was about to throw them to the ground and try the escape technique again, but he raised his hand high.
Before it fell, a violent gunshot was heard in the air...
Boom!
The double-barreled shotgun in Eight Finger's hand spurted out a stream of flames. The powerful lethality directly smashed half of Huyuanjun's arm, and he fell to the ground covered in blood.
Hu Yuanjun fell to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness, and blood spurting out of his mouth. Upon seeing this, Eight Fingers immediately looked like he was doing bad things with good intentions. He turned his head and looked at Lin Kun and said, "Kunzi, am I doing this?"
A little too harsh?"
Zhang Yao and Feng Qian led the people over very timely. To talk about the spirit of the island country's bushido, everyone hid behind the trees when they saw the gun. And the people led by Zhang Yao and Feng Qian happened to have been since childhood.
The man from behind the woods came over and subdued all these fat and tall sumo wrestlers.
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of guns.
The matter ended like this. On a slightly cool night, the strength of the Hekou Group in Harbin originally gave people a very mysterious feeling, but with the cooperation of Lin Kun, Zhang Yao, Feng Qian, Long Daxiang, and Ba Zhi, it became clear
In this way, these islanders, who are arrogant at heart and naive and brilliant, believe that the Bushido spirit is invincible.
Kawakami-kun is dead, Hekou Yiyi is also dead, but Huyuan-kun is not dead. Zhang Yao and Feng Qian asked Lin Kun what to do. Lin Kun smiled and said: "Brother Zhang, Brother Feng, you just have to figure it out."
"
Zhang Yao was too lazy to think about these matters, so he simply left them to Feng Qian and said, "Old Feng, you handle it, or I think you can bury him alive or throw him into the river."
Feng Qian quickly waved his hand and said: "No, only one of the three leaders of the Hekou Group is alive. We have to ask for something valuable, otherwise the superiors will blame us for acting without permission and destroying the friendship between the two countries..."
"Bah!"
Zhang Yao immediately spat angrily, "There is no such thing as friendship. Talking about friendship is just flattering them."
Lin Kun said with a smile: "I agree with what Brother Feng said. You can always ask for something useful. There is another thing that needs to be confirmed, and that is whether they did Uncle Zhao's death."
Feng Qian knelt down to check Hu Yuanjun's injuries, raised his head and said to Lin Kun: "Don't worry, the results will be available before dawn."
Hu Yuanjun was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The hospital was supposed to register such a serious gunshot wound, but Zhang Yao and Feng Qian showed their identities to the relevant leaders of the hospital, and all formalities were waived.
As for what to do with the captured sumos, that was all Zhang Yao and Feng Qian's business. Lin Kun, Long Daxiang, and Eight Fingers returned to the villa.
Long Da was hurt badly, and he cursed along the way. He was not a tattletale person, but he was almost squeezed to death by a group of fat people. He felt so aggrieved, so he raised his big palm and swore to God, I
I must practice hard in the future. Next time I meet a fat man from an archipelago country, I will beat them so hard that their mother will not even recognize them, and let them go see the emperor.
Bazhi didn't talk much along the way. His mood at this time was complicated. He was an optimistic and cheerful person, but the expression on his face was deep and solemn at this time. In his mind, he recalled his master, that old man.
That big warm and kind hand, deeply
Looking out the window with penetrating eyes, there seemed to be a starlight twinkling in the silent night sky. Bazhi suddenly burst into tears and said in a choked voice: "Master, I have remembered what you said. I have finally understood what it means to kill someone with your heart."
,master..."
Long Daxiang was chattering and looked over with a surprised expression. He wanted to say something, but Lin Kun made a silent gesture to him. As a result, the boy didn't ask what the eight fingers were about, but instead looked out the window and howled loudly.
Crying: "Daughter-in-law, I miss you. Only when I truly experience life and death can I know how much I love you!"
Eight Fingers was stunned, while Lin Kun had small black lines all over his forehead. Now he really wanted to open the car door and kick this bastard down.
Back in the villa area, Zhang Xiaoya, Zhu Shiran and others were having supper in the living room. Yu Zhijian, Lu Ting, and Niu Dazhuang were all there. Seeing Lin Kun and the others coming back, Zhang Xiaoya jumped over to greet him, but as soon as he saw Long
The Prime Minister looked embarrassed, and the little girl immediately asked in confusion: "Brother Lin Kun, what are you doing?"
Lin Kun lied casually and fooled the little girl, but Lu Ting and Niu Dazhuang saw the clues.
Yu Zhijian was in a low mood, and Zhu Shiran also looked worried. Lin Kun could also see that Yu Zhijian was not in the mood for a midnight snack, so he called him upstairs alone.
After lighting a cigarette and handing it to Yu Zhijian, Lin Kun asked: "Did something happen to Uncle Yu's side?" (To be continued)