In just two or three seconds, Jiang Cheng looked at the door of the bar again, only to see that the black man in front of him had already reacted, and many people turned their heads and stared at Jiang Cheng viciously

At this time, I heard Zhao Hu shouting with great joy: "Hold on, Brother Cheng is here! Brother Cheng is here with his brothers!"

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, the brothers who were resisting stubbornly in the bar were even more energetic, and the counterattack became more intense, and for a while, the blacks couldn't rush in at all. But in the next second, only a "bang" gunshot was heard, and Zhao Hu's laughter stopped abruptly.

Zhao Hu took two steps back, clutching his chest in disbelief with his left hand, and then stumbled and fell into the bar.

The Longxing brothers in "Brother Tiger !!" all shouted loudly.

"Zhao Hu!" Jiang Cheng looked even more heartbroken from the outside!

And in the next moment, one brother ran to Zhao Hu and squatted down to check the injury, and the other brother stood in the gap left by Zhao Hu's fall, took his place and resisted hard, but this time, the person who shot just now did not shoot again, probably because of insufficient bullets, or for some other reason.

"This broken gun, all Tagore left behind is this kind of rag!" Near the bar door, a man was heard shouting angrily.

Because of the distance, there were many people in the middle, and Jiang Cheng couldn't see who the sea was at all. But knowing that there was something wrong with the other party's gun, he rushed forward again without pause, wanting to knock down a few more black people, but these black men had already reacted, looked at Jiang Cheng vigilantly, and slashed at Jiang Cheng with a weapon in his hand.

If it was a person, Jiang Cheng could have gone around behind the other party or dodged this weapon and attacked the other party, but now there are countless black people, forming a human wall, and the weapons in their hands are waving, and there is no way to get close at all, forcing Jiang Cheng to retreat.

Jiang Cheng's heart was on fire, with the position where Zhao Hu was shot just now, even if he didn't die immediately, he had to seek medical attention quickly, and now that he was blocked by these black people, he couldn't move forward at all.

But just then, the other brothers of the Longxing Society arrived!

"Give it all to me!" Jinglong shouted loudly, took the lead in rushing towards the black man with a long stick, and came to Jiang Cheng's side, the long stick in his hand swept violently, and immediately forced these black men to take a few steps back.

Behind Jiang Cheng, there was the shouting of the brothers, and one after another the Longxing brothers came up and faced the blacks.

"Fight! dare to bully our Longxing Society!" a brother roared loudly.

"me!" said the other, slamming the stick into the head of a black man as he spoke.

"Soldier Ping" a chaotic sound, everyone's long sticks and black people's weapons collided together, these black people are holding some machetes, thick sticks, etc., if they are hit by these things, it is absolutely uncomfortable to take a beat, but it is generally relatively short, this may be related to the fighting habits of foreigners, this has been like this for a long time, but at this time when they encounter a long stick with Chinese characteristics, they immediately feel bad!

The sticks in the hands of the Longxing brothers were 1.8 meters long, and they could smash their heads and bodies outside their attack range, and they were an inch long and an inch strong, and the top of the stick hit them, making them fall to the ground and wail.

What's more, there are a lot of brothers in the Longxing Society, lined up, forming a human wall, and a row of red sticks and waves smash forward and slam forward, advancing rapidly.

But the blacks were not stupid, and immediately someone threw their weapons at the brothers of the Longxing Society, and knocked down many people, and fought with the long sticks of the Longxinghui brothers with their bare hands, and once they were caught by the blacks, unless other people opened the black man, they would all enter hand-to-hand combat, and one after another scuffled together.

Many blacks are tall and mighty, although the hand-to-hand combat of those Longxing brothers brought from China is not a loss, but those members who have just been recruited in France are not good, and they soon fall behind, and are beaten by blacks, and as more and more Longxing brothers and blacks enter hand-to-hand combat, the numerical disadvantage of Longxinghui is suddenly apparent, and 2/3 of the fifty or so people have fallen.

The people in hand-to-hand combat may not have been defeated, but they couldn't get out of it for a while, and the rest of them were still wielding long sticks and fighting with the blacks.

Among these people, Jiang Cheng, Jing Long, and Johansen were the most active, especially Jing Long and Jiang Cheng shuttled in the center of the war group, and the long sticks in their hands kept falling on the black people who were fighting hand-to-hand with the brothers, knocking their heads and platinum, breaking their heads and bleeding, and freeing more brothers.

But the black people were not stupid, they immediately rushed forward and surrounded Jiang Cheng, Jing Long, and Johansen in the center, not letting them rampage, even though they were surrounded by everyone, Jing Long and Jiang Cheng swept and waved the long stick in their hands, left and right, and any black man who dared to approach was knocked to the ground, and the stick was very skillful, so that these people only dared to surround and did not dare to approach.

On the other side, Johansen was not good, after opening a few black people, the stick was snatched, and the weapons in the hands of a group of black people were thrown at him, and he was constantly injured, but fortunately, he had practiced Jeet Kune Do, and he was still a master, his movements were more flexible, and he was not knocked to the ground for a while, but according to this situation, it was only a matter of time before he was beaten down.

And when the three of them were surrounded, the other brothers who were fighting hand-to-hand with the blacks were also constantly plotted by the blacks, and the screams of the brothers of the Longxing Society were heard from time to time.

Jiang Cheng was so anxious that the screams of the brothers were like knives in her heart when they heard the screams of the brothers!

The long stick was like a swimming snake in Jiang Cheng's hand, waving dazzlingly, all the blacks around him didn't dare to approach, looking for an opportunity, running to the east, spinning in the air, the intestine tube was thrown out with the help of the force of the body's whirlwind, the length of the stick plus the length of his arm, the attack radius had reached more than two meters, and on the cheeks of these blacks, there was a muffled sound of "bang, bang", and seven or eight blacks were knocked to the ground.

Hit a line vertically and swept a large area, Jiang Cheng's stick skills are deep in the essence, he is like a dragon in the crowd, no one can catch him!

The black people who were knocked down by Jiang Cheng fell to the ground one by one, covering their cheeks and howling miserably, but there were too many black people after all, and immediately three or four more people stood in front of Jiang Cheng, so that he couldn't rush out for a while, and he couldn't help his brothers, and on Jinglong's side, it was a similar situation.

"Brother Cheng! We're coming! Everyone, give it to me!" Suddenly, more than forty Longxinghui brothers appeared not far from the bar, led by a brother named Zhao Hai, who was Zhao Hu's own brother, and under his shouting command, the people behind him rushed towards the battle group again.

These people received a call from Zhuge Liuyun, and finally recruited people from various residences in the Longxing Jeet Kune Do Gym, and rushed over with cavalry.

With their help, Jiang Cheng, Jinglong, and Johansen and many other brothers all got out of trouble, but many of them were scarred, but despite their injuries, these people gritted their teeth and grabbed the red long stick from the ground to attack the remaining black people.

The blacks who attacked the windows have been retracted and devoted themselves to a head-on confrontation with the Longxing Society, more than forty blacks have fallen, and it is estimated that there are still about eighty people who still have combat effectiveness, and there are also many injured people on the side of the Longxing Society, there are more than thirty brothers lying on the ground wailing, some have even lost consciousness, and there are only about fifty people who can stand, but these fifty or so people, more than 30 of them are brothers brought from China, and those new members of France who are weak and unbeaten have fallen on the road of the first wave of attack。

The rest of the Longxing Society rushed forward in a swarm and attacked the blacks, and these blacks fought on both sides, not only still sending people to attack the bar, but others fought against Jiang Cheng and others,

The long stick in Jiang Cheng's hand was pushed forward and smashed on the stomach of a black man, so that the person could not kneel on the ground, and then held the back end of the stick with his left hand, flicked the long stick left and right, and hit the crotch of the black man on the left and right.

Jiang Cheng shouted at Zhao Hai: "Zhao Hai, hurry up and bring someone to rush in, your brother has been shot, you must send him back to the Jeet Kune Do gym quickly!"

Zhao Hai was immediately dumbfounded when he heard this, but then reacted and shouted loudly to the brothers around him, and the others followed him, like a sharp knife into the crowd, rushing towards the door of the bar.

Zhaohai and the other brothers marched very fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, they advanced more than ten meters in the black crowd, completely dividing the black crowd into two halves from the middle, but because of this, they were surrounded by the black people, and they sprinted forward with all their might.

Suddenly, two or three black men grabbed knives in their hands and slashed at the heads and bodies of Zhao Hai and the other brothers, at this time, Zhao Hai and the other brothers of the Longxing Society fell into the crowd, dealing with the attacks of others, and they didn't notice or care about it, and they were about to splatter blood on the spot!

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three gunshots rang out in a row, and the three black men who were originally planning to attack Zhao Hai and the other brothers all stopped, and the next moment they fell to the ground!

The three black men who had fallen clutched their hands to their chests, and streams of bright red blood spilled from the fingers of their palms, quickly soaking the concrete stone floor beneath them.

Jiang Cheng gasped lightly, and grabbed a gun in his raised hand, just now he fired three shots in a row, killing those three black men! Now there are still three bullets left in the gun in his hand!

Fire three shots in a row, and every shot will hit!

The people around who were fighting fiercely couldn't help but be stunned, wondering who would be the next person to be shot.