Big brother, look, it's He Ying! At the exit of the Hung Hom Tunnel from Kowloon to Central, the Mastiff was sitting in the back of a commercial vehicle, and suddenly put his eyes on the window and looked at a black sedan at the opposite entrance.

In the passenger seat of the black car, He Ying also widened his eyes and looked at the business window next to him.

What a coincidence!

The people on both sides wanted to trouble each other at the same time, but they didn't expect to collide directly at the exit of the Red Tunnel.

Of course, for Samastiff and others, it is the exit, and for He Ying, it is the entrance.

But it doesn't matter, both sides are rushing to fight, it's the same wherever they fight, as long as they collide, they have to fight.

Zhao Yuanlong was wearing a black mask, instantly tightened the handbrake, and gave an order: "Do it!" ”

"Yes, big brother!" Sa Mastiff and Nie Hu are themselves wanted criminals, and they are much more arrogant than Zhao Yuanlong when they come out to do things. They didn't even bother to put on their masks, so they immediately raised their weapons, pushed the car door, and stood in the driveway menacingly.

"Toot toot."

A whistle sounded at the crowded entrance and exit.

The drivers in the car had strange faces, and they thought that the two people who got out of the car with weapons were going to make a movie.

Dead on the streets.

Filming a movie without reporting?

"Poof!"

But then when Nie Hu took a heavy axe and slashed the roof of the car with an axe, the drivers couldn't laugh anymore.

"Something's wrong!"

"Damn, call the police!"

This kind of formation doesn't want to film at all, no matter what the situation, passers-by and drivers know that they have to call the police first.

"Flash!"

He Ying in the car knew that he was going to do it when Sa Mastiff and Nie Hu got out of the car. At this time, he first pushed Huang Xiaomei with his hand, and only after Huang Xiaomei opened the car door and escaped, he quickly pulled the car door, avoided the axe on his head, and immediately got out of the car on the left, just kicking Nie Hu in front of him.

"Bang!"

He Ying exerted force in his legs, kicked Nie Hu five meters in one foot, and then a long knife slashed head-on.

Hohoo ho!

The sound of a blade slicing through the air was unusually high-pitched.

"Boom."

He Ying's side head flashed the blade by a fraction of a second, and his eyes watched as the blade sparked a spark on the body.

Immediately, he bent down and smashed his fist into the sa mastiff in front of him.

"Bang!"

The mastiff raised his shield to block, and the echo of steel buzzed in the lane.

"It hurts." He Yin shook his red fist, stepped back again and again, and scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, wanting to see if there was anything that could be used as a weapon.

Sa Mastiff and Nie Hu both have weapons in their hands, how can they fight without a weapon? It hurts to hit the shield with your fist!

Unfortunately, before he could find the weapon, a figure in a black suit, wearing a complexion, and holding a long sword, leaped down from the roof of the car opposite.

Draw your sword out of its sheath!

Sword Slash!

"Big brother!"

He Ying recognized at a glance that the person wearing the mask was Zhao Yuanlong, and the tone and expression of the shouting at this time were extremely complicated.

And when he turned over and flashed the long sword, and wanted to retreat again, it was already a little too late.

With a bang, the blade cut a long trail of blood on his shoulder blade.

Break the flesh!

He Ying frowned, endured the stinging pain from the wound, and asked forward: "Is it you who fornicated with the Japanese and killed Du Shangshu's family!" ”

"Huh?" Zhao Yuanlong wore a scabbard at his waist and held a sharp sword, and the blade of the sword was dripping with blood.

Equipping the ancient sword with the west, he actually outlined a strange evil spirit and heroism on him.

The two of them, the Mastiff and Nie Hu, each holding a sharp weapon, stood on their left and right, posing, ready to move at any time.

And when he heard He Ying questioning loudly, he couldn't help but be a little surprised. But what about knowing? Who will believe empty words? Zhao Yuanlong shook his long sword, and said in a cold tone: "He Ying, the evidence of your fornication with the Japanese is like a mountain. ”

"Now add another article to falsely accuse the court officials!"

The sa mastiff raised the corners of his mouth with a long knife and iron shield, and replied with great disdain: "Big brother, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him." ”

"Boom!"

The next moment, Zhao Yuanlong took the lead in attacking, stepping between the cars and jumping a few times, raising his sword to kill! Nie Hu and Sa Mastiff followed closely behind, fighting three against one, not caring about fairness or unfairness.

They are all battlefield generals! Fighting more and less is the truth of the world!

He Ying picked up the chain that had broken away from a truck, shook his hand and raised the chain, and hit Zhao Yuanlong's weapon with one blow, and the two made a golden sound.

The four of them fought and crashed all the way around the traffic jam, not stingy with the use of the terrain, and they didn't care how much money these cars were worth.

And the entire Hongsui entrance and exit is a vast sea of vehicles in the casino, densely packed, with no end in sight.

Of course, the group of drivers in the center saw that the situation was not right, and they had already abandoned the car and ran away. The drivers on the periphery were very confused, not knowing what was going on inside.

"He Ying, don't say that I don't care about brotherhood!"

"Hand over the Golden Ball of Time and Space, and I'll let you stay in the modern era and marry Miss Huang and have children."

"This is my greatest mercy!"

Zhao Yuanlong's long sword cut the iron chain three times in succession, and he said this sentence under the eyes of He Ying, wanting to give both sides a chance to take a step back.

After all, there is a reason why He Ying can be ranked first among the "One Ying and Three Heroes", at least the kung fu in his hands is more than the three of them.

Although he can definitely beat He Ying if he fights hard, the police have already surrounded the battlefield.

I'm afraid something will happen if I keep fighting!

However, He Ying said in a resolute tone, waving the remaining chains: "Impossible! ”

The people present were not only Zhao Yuanlong who wanted to go back to ancient times, He Ying also thought, how could he agree to hand over the golden ball of time and space?

Now Zhao Yuanlong's real purpose of killing him has also changed from killing people to snatching sacred objects.

"Bang bang bang!"

When He Ying retreated again and again, wanting to launch the core battle circle, a series of bullets suddenly hit his feet. This forced He Ying to turn around and climb into a van to temporarily avoid Zhao Yuanlong's attack.

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"Don't fool around!"

Song Zijie held a police gun, leaned against the back of a car on the periphery, and spat out of his mouth, firmly controlling the changes in the situation.

The officers of the Criminal Intelligence Bureau had been following He Ying's car, and when the two sides opened, they got out of the car to control the scene as soon as the two sides opened, and called to report to their superiors.

And Li Sir's instructions are to let them be responsible for the evacuation of citizens, guard the perimeter, and not interfere in the fighting between the two sides, but never allow the battlefield on both sides to continue to expand.

So Song Zijie set a range of 100 meters for them to perform, and took the guys to wait quietly for Li Sir's support to come.

Of course, after seeing the destructive power of the four fierce men, they probably understood why Li Sir couldn't let them play.

Look at the axe that cuts, and the shield that flies.

How do these guys in the intelligence bureau fight with pistols?

It's wise not to fight!

It's also very much in line with Applejack's style of doing things.

(End of chapter)