Wang Jianjun's black trench coat has a stealth coating!

This is a device that can shield thermal detection, covering clothing with nano-scale paint, which can shield from radar, infrared, laser and other equipment.

Correspondingly, this can also block the "inspiration detection" based on the principle of heat.

This kind of technology is unheard of for the underworld old boy, and it is a highly technical cutting-edge equipment, but it is not uncommon in military battlefields.

Of course, even the U.S. military can't equip every soldier with stealth equipment.

But Wang Jianjun, as a professional killer, has both money and channels to get this kind of technical equipment.

Moreover, his special operations literacy also made him consciously make this kind of technical protection.

No wonder!

Wang Jianjun wears this black trench coat all the time......

“biu，biu，biu！”

A burst of bullets rained down on the trees, making a whipping sound.

Zhuang Shikai's blind bullet that was deployed by intuition did not hit the target accurately.

A figure wearing a black hood and a trench coat flew to the flowerbed and flashed to the other end of the flowerbed.

"Da Da Da!" I saw the black figure leaning down, his left hand covering his right arm, and a military thorn in his mouth, first speeding through the road, and then hiding in an alley opposite.

"Whoa!" At the same time, Zhuang Shikai pushed aside the bushes with both hands, single-handedly killed to the side of the road, raised the gun with both hands and immediately shot: "Bang bang!" ”

Two bullets hit the corner.

A dark night rushed into the alley.

Several sedans crossed the road.

Zhuang Shikai always turns on inspiration detection, but inspiration detection has no target, but his vision successfully captures the whereabouts of the other party.

He immediately turned off the Inspiration Detection, waited for a few cars to leave, and immediately strode into the alley.

"Zhuang sir! Zhuang sir! The officers who followed behind screamed.

"Huh!"

Inside the alley.

A black-clad killer spread his legs apart, propped up over the alley.

Zhuang Shikai stood in the alley, suddenly raised his head, and set up a cross block with both hands.

I saw the black-clothed killer making a noise, his windbreaker flying, his eyes sharp, holding the three-edged military thorn in one hand, and he suddenly fell from above, and the general assassinated Zhuang Shikai's head.

"Bang!" Zhuang Shikai Zama bent over, his body was raised back, and his hands were stabbed in front of him, and he did not retreat a single inch with his strong waist strength.

"Huh." Zhuang Shikai looked at Wang Jianjun, who was close at hand, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the smile he showed was even more demonic than Wang Jianjun's.

At this time, the two of them were facing each other, but a trace of fear flashed in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

But this little bit of fear immediately turned into madness in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

"Ah!!h Wang Jianjun roared, trying his best but not allowing an inch.

"Flash!" Zhuang Shikai roared, pushed with both hands, and immediately withdrew Wang Jianjun a few meters.

"Da-da-da-da." Wang Jianjun held the military spur in one hand, his body shook, and he retreated step by step.

With only one-arm strength left, he can only make a surprise attack in the air, and then with the help of falling force, he can pose a threat to Zhuang Sir.

After Zhuang sir defended against a deadly sneak attack, he could be pressed to the death in terms of strength and kung fu.

As soon as Wang Jianjun's body retreated, Zhuang Ye stepped forward, perfectly interpreting what enemy retreated and I advanced!

Fighting is also a way to fight! Low-level play plays routines! Advanced play hits the brain!

Zhuang Shikai rushed forward, immediately raised his fist, da-da-da, and smashed his fist left and right towards Wang Jianjun like a shower.

"Bang Bang!" Wang Jianjun instinctively raised his hand to block.

Can you use it with one hand?

His head immediately turned into a sandbag, crackling left and right, and even his body swayed, and the more he hit, the more he retreated. In the blink of an eye, more than ten seconds later, Wang Jianjun's head was bleeding, his eyes were swollen, and he almost didn't look human.

Zhuang Shikai shouted in his mouth, "Let you kill the police", "my brother", "Kill Lao Tzu guy" and so on.

His words were coupled with sharp fists, and the depression in his heart gradually dissipated.

I saw him exhale slowly, and after punching more than 20 punches, he suddenly withdrew his hand, shook his numb five fingers, and shook it four or five times in one second. Then before Wang Jianjun fell to the ground, an arrow stepped forward, picked up the military thorn in Wang Jianjun's hand with his right hand, and his body was frozen in a lunge.

"Whoa!" Zhuang Shikai grabbed Wang Jianjun's left hand with his right hand, as well as his military stab, and wiped out Wang Jianjun's neck in an instant.

Wang Jianjun, who had been beaten to the point that he only had one breath left, suddenly his artery was cut, blood was sprinkled all over one wall, and he fell to the ground weakly and became a corpse.

Wang Jianjun's corpse in a black trench coat was lying on the ground, with an extremely deep cut on his neck, almost half cut off, and his death was extremely miserable.

The Broken Army Star in the sky dimmed in a blink of an eye.

Greedy Wolf Star shines brightly.

"Whew." Zhuang Shikai stood up and let out a long breath of air, completely eliminating the evil breath in his heart.

I saw him stand up and relax his shoulders, re-button the cuffs of the suit on his wrists, and then tidy up the collar of the suit,

"Zhuang sir! Are you okay! ”

At this time, Chen Guozhong led several people through the flower garden and rushed into the alley with guns in both hands.

I saw them point their guns at the ground and aim them at the corpses on the ground, and everyone's pupils shrank sharply, and their eyes flashed with horror.

Kill! Seal your throat!

This kind of scene is rare to see even if it has been a serious case and anti-crime for more than ten years.

However, everyone knows Wang Jianjun's sharpness, and Zhuang Ye's level is also there. No matter what Zhuang Ye does, as long as Wang Jianjun dies! Zhuang Ye has nothing to do!

"Nothing!"

Zhuang Shikai responded to several police officers with cold eyes, Wang Jianjun's death under his own knife can be regarded as fate.

And when he withdrew his gaze, he could only command: "You stay here to stay at the scene." ”

"I'll dispose of Wang Bao again."

Chen Guozhong and several police officers glanced at each other, nodded obediently, and said, "Yes, sir." ”

These police officers are okay to do things, just charge into battle and fight the boss.

own hatred.

Report in person.

Man's hatred!

Big guy newspaper!

Killing one Wang Jianjun is not over.

Tonight, Wang Bao will not end if he does not die.

Zhuang Shikai's men have good marksmanship, and there are many talents who can lead the troops to charge into battle, and there are many people with excellent management and command ability. The kung fu is excellent, and there are not many who are qualified to deal with a practitioner like Wang Bao.

This has something to do with the lack of attention to fists and feet in the police force. It is also related to the fact that people who practice martial arts are reckless in their actions and are not easy to get ahead.

After Zhuang Shikai explained two sentences, he turned around and walked out of the alley, sat back in the police car, picked up the walkie-talkie next to the driver's seat and shouted: "Call the main station, I am Superintendent Zhuang Shikai 0591, help me transfer O." ”

"The action begins!" Zhuang Shikai let go of the walkie-talkie, put his hands on the gear, and drove the police car to the target apartment.

"Yes, Superintendent Zhuang." In the main station, a female policewoman agreed in a clear voice and immediately began to convey orders.

Dozens of police officers from the General Administration have already been armed and ready to go.

After receiving the order from the main station, O Ji immediately dispatched a large number of men and horses to the target location.

Zhuang Shikai planned an action plan for each step of the action as early as before the start of the action.

Complete the step.

The next step will be taken right away.

I saw the police car rushing all the way to the border, speeding up, and arrived at Tsim Sha Tsui and the apartment building in a blink of an eye.

……

"Puff puff!" The upper floor of the building, outside the door of a certain floor.

There was a sound of horses falling to the ground.

Zhuang Shikai let go of a horse's wrist, pushed open the solid wooden door, and walked into the luxury suite.

“Amy。”

"You take care of the baby first." Wang Bao sat on a black leather sofa, holding a cigar in his mouth, still wearing a suit vest, but he was bowing his head and making a phone call.

"You're coming back soon."

"Baby misses you so much." Wang Bao's wife's voice rang across the phone.

The baby's crying sound was faintly heard.

Wang Bao raised his eyes and saw Zhuang Shikai who walked into the room, lowered his face, and whispered, "Don't worry." ”

"Soon."

Immediately, he didn't hesitate any longer, but hung up the phone cleanly, and stood up with a golf club: "Zhuang Ye." ”

"Wang Jianjun was killed by you, right? You're really closed, you put an inner ghost next to me, and it's been seven or eight years since you plugged in, and you've become my head horse. ”

"I didn't lose this gamble."

Wang Bao walked in front of the bar next to him, holding his hands on a golf club and preaching.

A bloodied figure, tied up, was hanging upside down above the bar.

This person is none other than Ma Jun.

His bloody face was ticking and dripping with blood.

"He made me lose the whole faithfulness directly!" Wang Bao pointed to Ma Jun next to him, his face was full of anger, and he pointed at Ma Jun and said word by word.

"You're good enough to hang too! When Brother Luo was still there, he thought of inserting ghosts into our eight major societies! ”

"If you don't win, who wins?"

Ma Jun opened his eyes in a daze, and shouted in a vague tone: "Sir Zhuang......"

Zhuang Shikai breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Wang Bao raised his golf club and hit Ma Jun in the abdomen, and Ma Jun fainted again.

"Tonight is life and death." Wang Bao knocked Ma Jun unconscious, held the club and turned his head to speak.

Anyway, he can't play anymore on Hong Kong Island.

Today he won and ran away.

Death is also a simple death.

"!" Zhuang Shikai raised his eyebrows, unbuttoned his suit one by one, then took off his suit, hung it on the back of the chair next to him, unbuttoned the cufflinks of his white shirt and said: "Originally, I planned to spend a minute to kill you!" ”

"Ten seconds now!"

"Huh." Wang Bao sneered, took two steps forward, and grabbed the club with both hands: "Do you know why I always like to play golf?" ”

"I'm not your mother!" Zhuang Shikai roared, stepped on the round table with an arrow step, jumped up, and kicked forward.

"Bang!" Wang Bao suffered a blow to his chest, grabbed the club and took a few steps back.

He didn't panic after stopping, raised his hand and shook the club, hitting both ends with a stick, and blossomed in all directions.

This is the plum blossom stick in Zhanjiang, Guangdong Province, which is known as "water can't be splashed, and a little bit is deadly"!

It turned out that Wang Bao was on top of the collapse fist, and he still had a stick technique.

Zhuang Shikai stood still in one step, his legs were like bows, his right hand pinched his fist, and his left hand pushed to follow: "Hong fist!" Measure the scale! ”

"Smack!" Zhuang Shikai hit with both hands, took another step, and raised his elbow to strike.

"Poof!" Wang Bao raised his head, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his fat body flew out directly.

Zhuang Shikai stood in place, stepped forward step by step, looked at Wang Bao, whose eyes were blurred and his sanity gradually dissipated, took out a pistol and aimed it at the other party's eyebrows.

"Bang bang bang!" Zhuang Shikai pulled the trigger again and again, and one bullet after another smashed Wang Bao's head.