The tower-like little giant Wang Fuming walked at the end of the line with two riot-proof maces on his back. He saw someone shooting an arrow upstairs, and immediately took a marble billiard ball from his satchel and smashed it at the crossbowman who shot the arrow.

"Ahh The crossbowman's head flew at high speed and hit the billiard ball, which instantly fell to the balcony, and the brain slowly flowed to the ground...

Fang Hong (Brother Chun), who was on the top of the building, saw that the convoy had left the building where they were, and hurriedly shouted to the man with glasses, "It's over here, let's go to the front!" ”

"Let's go!" The man with the eyes took the flag and ran forward with Fang Hong.

When the two of them jumped from the roof to the other building, they were blocked by four gang members with knives!

"You want to die!" Looking at the smiling killer, Fang Hong took out the revolver given by Qiao Guoqiang, "Bang!" Bang! "It's two shots! The two gang members fell to the ground, and the oxtail knives in their hands were also out of their hands.

"Damn, that's a good idea!" The other two saw that their accomplice was dead and immediately prepared to run away. They were just trying to make a little money for it, but they didn't think about losing their lives.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The two killers fell to the ground, and when Fang Hong left, he saw that one of them was not dead, and made up another shot!

At a distance of less than ten meters, there is no reason to miss the target.

"Let's go!"

On the road downstairs, Wang Fuming held three billiard balls in his left hand, pinched one in his right hand, raised his hand and smashed it into a crossbowman on the third floor. Then, from his left hand, he grabbed another one and concocted it in the same way.

In one building, three crossbowmen were stoned to death one after another.

"Bang! Bang! "Bang! Bang! "Gunshots rang out from time to time, and those veterans under Fang Tian could basically hit the target at a distance of about 20 meters.

After one of the crossbowmen was shot by Fang Ban Master's men, the team of guards continued to move forward.

At this moment, on the window where the crossbowman had just fallen, another crossbowman took a crossbow and aimed at the convoy.

"Ahh Wang Fuming stepped on the table of the street food stall, and his body jumped high, and his two-meter-tall body instantly exceeded the height of the balcony on the second floor. With a casual swing of the mace in his hand, it smashed into the crossbowman's head so hard, instantly smashing the human heavenly spirit cover into his neck.

"Drink~" When he landed, he found that the convoy had distanced himself from him.

While chasing the convoy, Wang Fuming observed whether there were any fish that slipped through the net on both sides of the street.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, a small woman dressed as an inconspicuous beggar stood in the middle of the road and remained motionless, staring at the big man with her eyes. At her back, a one-foot-long sharp knife was ready to be unsheathed.

Seeing that Wang Fuming was about to walk up to her, at this time, the female beggar's temples felt a chill.

"Bang!" Qiao Guoqiang shot off the female beggar's head, and then turned around and shot a beggar. Then, a Glock 18 appeared in his left hand and said "Da Da..." Ran out of 25 rounds.

"Brother Joe!" Wang Fuming walked over with a mace, and he was a stick at the beggars who were surrounding Qiao Guoqiang's back and preparing to sneak attack!

"Lao Tzu saved your life!" Qiao Guoqiang didn't care about the guy behind him, pointed to the headless corpse that was blown off by him and said to the big man: "If you come over just now, you will definitely be stabbed by her!" ”

"Thanks!"

"Let's go. Let's go after the convoy! "Qiao Guoqiang and Wang Fuming went on a rampage on Queen's Road, and gang members who had received money continued to join the attack on them, only to be beaten to death or wounded by two people with sticks and quick guns, and they were all over the ground looking for teeth.

The two men quickly rushed to the convoy and found that the convoy had been stopped by a group of lion dancers.

"Rush over!" Qiao Guoqiang took out two stun bombs and threw them directly at the group of people who danced the lion.

"Boom!" "Boom!" There were two explosions, and those lion dancers were suddenly dizzy by the explosion. Qiao Guoqiang and Wang Fuming rushed into the lion dance team, one holding two plastic steel short sticks and the other holding two riot-proof mace sticks.

"Rush over!" Fang Tian took the shotgun and trolled at the laughing monk!

"Bang!" The "coolie" was beaten to death by a troll and received a boxed lunch.

"Rush!" Ah Si's brothers rushed forward with a rickshaw.

As the convoy was rushing forward, seven or eight killers with sharp iron hooks grabbed red silk and slid down the scaffolding made of bamboo next to it. Seeing that their iron hooks were about to touch people, Qiao Guoqiang took out an origin12 semi-automatic shotgun from the system space, and pointed at the guys who "hung Weiya" and said, "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" A few deer bullets.

Several people fell to the ground, and the dead could not die any more.

"Rush over!" Qiao Guoqiang shouted at the other class leader.

"Let's go!"

Watching them leave, Qiao Guoqiang took Wang Fuming back to the back of the team. Because he knows there's a bunch of guys coming over from behind!

Sure enough, before the convoy could leave sight, a group of black-clad masked men with short spears rushed over.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" After three shots, the ten shots in the magazine were gone, and it was too late to change the magazine.

Qiao Guoqiang's eyes were cold, and the shotgun was put into the space, and there were two more cold steel 'eighteen chops' in his hand. "Kill them all, not a single one!"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already rushed out and stabbed a guy with a short spear in the head!

Left block right stab!

Right block and sweep left!

Left grid knife, right throat wipe!

"Kari", who has been practicing for more than ten years, used all of them in a quick knife way, and did three on the spot. Then, with his strength and speed, he came to an electric fan or so! The short spears in the hands of those killers were actually cut off by him, and then even the head was cut into two pieces.

Half a minute later, more than a dozen killers all fell to the ground.

"Good kung fu!" When Wang Fuming spoke, he also wiped the mace stained with blood and brains on the corpse.

There's no way to have too much blood, it's a little slippery...

"You're not bad!" Qiao Guoqiang said with a pair of knives.

The two of them didn't say much, and after taking a few breaths, they chased forward at the same time at the speed of a sprint. The Furen Cultural Society is less than 200 meters ahead.

When they arrived, there was a "bang", and a man in black was thrown down from the upper floor.

Thrown down together, there was also a Mauser 1871 rifle.

Qiao Guoqiang looked up and saw that it was Shen Chongyang who received his money. Putting the two knives on the ground, Qiao Guoqiang sat on the steps to rest.

Looking at the two knives beside him, he suddenly remembered the sentence of "Qingdao Lady": "My grandson, two watermelon knives cut from Penglai East Road to Penglai West Road." ”

"Hehehe..." Qiao Guoqiang thought with a smile: "Lao Tzu, is this considered 'two mountain opening knives, cutting from Queen's Road West to Queen's Road East'?" ”