Chapter 82 Loyalty!

Chapter 82 Loyalty!

Chapter 82 Loyalty!

The dance king saw a henchman walking in front of him being shot and falling to the ground. He raised his gun high and fired back arrogantly: "Hang your mother, you are cheating me!"

What was thought to be a sneak attack turned into an ambush, and it was obvious who the boss was.

Lao Zhong not only had prepared firepower, but also had very fierce firepower. The walls of the stairs were already covered in blood and bullet holes. The occasional ricochet bullet that hit the handrail of the stairs was even more frightening, directly piercing the abdomen of a horseman.

"Ah grass!"

The shrill screams echoed.

In the Hyde Industrial Building, bullets were flying and blood was splattering, it had become a battlefield.

"They colluded with the police to harm me, damn it, wearing red shoes, I must go back to Lao Zhong to seek justice and kill that bad guy Shen Xiantang with a knife!"

"flash!"

"Get out of the way first!" After the dancing king fired a string of bullets, he saw that the thirteen gunmen around him were reduced to seven in an instant, and he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

On the real battlefield, people are like grass, and bullets take lives as fast as mowing the grass.

What if the dance king is a drug dealer in Ma Jiaozai?

In gunfights with the police and clashes with colleagues, in most cases it was just a few short dogs and two or three Black Stars doing the job, and a shootout between seven or eight short dogs was considered a big scene.

Today, he was determined to make a quick decision and do something big to show off to the people in the world.

He brought nine AKs and five shotguns with him, imagining that his impressive performance tomorrow morning would shock the world. His title as the King of Ma Jiao Zai Dance would be more prestigious than that of the "Five Tigers and Ten Heroes" of Xinji.

But Jing Zhongyi's collusion with the police was beyond his expectation. Now he abandoned his five brothers and retreated in a hurry, wanting to rush back to Kowloon.

But before he even walked down the half-floor, gun muzzles popped out from downstairs, firing fiercely: "Da da da, da da da!"

Attack from front and back, besiege from top and bottom.

The dancing king grabbed the gun with one hand and supported himself on the stair railing with the other hand. He easily climbed over the railing and fell straight onto the roof of an illegally built fruit stall awning.

The building has a spiral staircase, so you can jump out of the building to escape at any time. When Fat Cat chose the location, he saw that it had many exits and was close to the Tsuen Wan Pier, so it was very convenient for him to pick up goods and run away. He had thought it through. Unexpectedly, it would now be convenient for the King of Dance to jump out of the building and run away.

boom!
The rainbow-colored plastic film of the awning withstood the pressure, and the dancing king slid down the awning, tumbling to the ground, his movements smooth and natural. Then a few of the henchmen jumped down, but when they jumped down together, their weight broke the bamboo poles supporting the awning, and without the awning's cushioning force, with a loud bang, the few people rolled up in the plastic film and fell to the ground, screaming and wailing.

Falling from the fourth floor might not kill someone, but it would definitely cause broken bones and internal bleeding. But the horsemen didn't need to worry about that. The veterans on the second floor turned their guns and fired a burst of bullets at the awning on the ground, beep, beep, beep.

The screaming and wailing horsemen immediately fell silent, with blood and flesh exploded everywhere.

The dance king went from being arrogant to being shocked and then to being filled with fear. He grabbed a gun and rushed towards the silver Rolls-Royce in panic, and opened the driver's seat with one hand.

"boom!"

Wang Zhijun of the Big Circle Gang raised his gun, put his shoulder against the wooden butt, and began to fire in a standard shooting posture. The first shot shattered the car window on the driver's seat.

The dance king was so frightened that his face turned pale. His cheek was scratched by the glass and was bleeding, but he was unaware of it. He bent over with trembling body, and crawled around the luxury car before sitting on the ground against the door. He held the gun with his legs going weak, his whole body began to tremble, his nose twitched, and tears and snot began to flow unconsciously.

A few big circle guys just finished dealing with the remaining horse-crossing guys and came to the squad leader with guns raised. Squad leader Wang Zhijun was seen with his thumbs up, biting a small piece of a cigarette butt that was almost burnt out, squinting his eyes and concentrating on correcting the trajectory. While doing his work, he also cursed: "Fuck him, which bastard cleaned the gun yesterday and knocked the sight that I adjusted crooked."

"The goods have been let go, pack up and go back home to raise pigs!" The faces of the Daquanzi were gloomy, and some opened their mouths to refute. But a white police patrol car with the red English words "Police Tactical Unit" printed on the front of the car was speeding on the road ahead, blocking their mouths with the sound of sirens that resounded through the night sky.

King squatted on the rooftop of a residential building and discovered the assault vehicle of the mobile unit earlier than the big circle boys. Big Brother Dant sent him to lead the big circle boys in the hope of getting first-hand information!
But the big circle guys were not polite. They gave him a walkie-talkie and a civilian telescope and asked him to be an external observer.

Someone reported the location and monitored the situation, and the operation went smoothly.

But after seeing the Dance King jumping down the stairs, King couldn't help but struggle. It was not his job to kill the Dance King. But the police were about to arrive, and it seemed that the Big Circle Boys might not succeed. Going down and killing the Dance King would be a great achievement for Brother Tang!
But the exchange of fire in the building just now lasted for more than five minutes, with as many as two or three hundred bullets, and the sound of gunfire was so close. It did not arouse King's ambition at all, but instead shattered many of his previous unrealistic fantasies.

This small-scale firefight seemed like a minor scene to the Big Circle Gang. It was far from a real war and not tragic, but it was enough to scare a scoundrel from Kwun Tong out of his wits. He was just a scoundrel who liked to beat people up on the ball court, scalp tickets at the cinema, and show off his horses on the street with his enemies. He wanted to show off and stand out!

He is just a bad boy! When the gunshots rang out, the bad boy wanted to disappear on the spot and go home to drink milk!
What if you rescue the dancing king knowing that the police are on the scene?

"According to what Brother Danta said, if the Dance King survives, Brother Tang will die."

"But whether Brother Tang lives or dies is none of my business! I helped Brother Tang kill people, and Brother Tang asked me to guard the place. No one owes anyone anything. Loyalty, loyalty is not as important as my life!"

"If you want to get into trouble, you have to know how to run!"

Ah King has his own philosophy of survival in the underworld. He believes that loyalty should be used when it is useful, and bullets should be used when they are useful. He will never use loyalty to touch bullets!
But now he just held the gun tightly, staring with his eyes, unable to move his legs.

Because Brother Tang had delivered grain, oil and milk to his grandmother who lived alone in a garden building.

Once last month and once this month, that’s twice in total.

No one knew it was his grandmother.

Even the Hong Kong government has never sent food and oil to the elderly in the building.

Community bosses, justices of the peace, and wealthy businessmen will not do charity in unoccupied buildings.

Orphanages, aristocratic primary schools, and church middle schools are all better show venues.

People who live in a building without any use have no value.

But Brother Tang can!

Brother Tang remembers us!

King tried every excuse to find a reason to escape but he owed it to Brother Tang.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, picked up the double-barreled shotgun with a ferocious look, climbed down the ladder, and muttered to himself: "Fuck loyalty, fuck loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, I hate it most when someone talks about loyalty!"

"I'll give it back to you, fuck!"

boom!
Ah King rushed to the Rolls-Royce with a gun in hand, raised the gun, pulled the trigger, shook his whole body, and gave the Dance King a head blast.

The gunshot was like thunder.

Wang Zhijun put down his thumb, sighed deeply, and angrily cursed his accomplice: "Damn it, the balance is gone!"

(End of this chapter)