"Aji, can you go up from the outside to see the situation?"

Looking at the shadows on the second floor that flickered by from time to time under the lights, Wang Zuluo turned his head to look at Ah Ji.

"Brother Luo, this height is no different from flat ground."

Ah Ji shrugged, turned around and ran a few steps to borrow strength on the wall, grabbed the balcony of the second-floor window directly with both hands, and then with a slight force, his body was pulled up.

Wang Zuluo scratched his head after reading it, shouldn't he jump on the spot if he was walking on the ground, why should he still borrow strength?

If Ah Ji knew what Luo Ge was thinking, he would definitely suggest that Luo Ge watch less martial arts movies, and learn more about parkour is the right thing, which is the category of light skills that people can achieve.

Finding that Ah Ji was gesturing at this side, Wang Zuluo nodded.

"There are twenty-six knife men inside, half of them are left to guard here, and the rest will follow me in."

After speaking, Wang Zuluo took out the submachine gun from the car, pulled the bolt and loaded it.

The other party doesn't talk about martial arts first, which can't blame Luo Ge for bringing guns. Originally, there were unspoken rules for drying horses and sweeping the field, but now that they have broken this rule, then don't blame Brother Luo for bullying people.

"Don't rush up so aggressively and pick up a few bricks. After going up, throw bricks and then rush, and if you see someone using a gun, you call me, and I ask them to eat real bullets. ”

After speaking, Wang Zuluo shook the submachine gun in his hand.

Originally, the morale of the beaters was still a little low because of the guns on the other side, but after Wang Zuluo took out the gun, the morale immediately rose visibly with the naked eye.

Soon, more than a dozen thugs began to go upstairs with light steps.

Perhaps Black Morry was confident that no one would be able to find this hideout, and there was not even a guard on the first floor.

"Brother Black Morley, I've heard the name of Luo, the mad dog on Shanghai Street, it is said that he kills people without blinking, if we offend him, there will be trouble, right?"

There is not even a door to the hiding place on the second floor, but a temporary curtain made of plastic sheeting and curtains to isolate the unfinished room from the outside.

The conversation inside could be heard clearly on the first floor.

"What are you afraid of, can he kill people, don't I dare?"

Black Morry's voice was a little crazy, he had actually heard that the mad dog Luo was not easy to mess with, but he had already shot just now, and it was too late to regret it now.

"He's going to kick us out of Mong Kok, why should I listen to him?"

Black Morley sat in the doorway, his homemade powder gun in his hand.

Seeing the uneasiness on the faces of the group of Nepalese swordsmen he raised, Black Morley comforted again: "Don't worry, we Indians are the most united, and no one will betray here." ”

"After a few days of rumors, I will take you to Wan Chai, where there are more foreigners, and Mad Dog Luo can't find us."

Black Morley was still boosting morale, but the curtain at the door was slowly lifted and he didn't notice it.

Wang Zuluo secretly glanced inside and retracted his head. Let the two thugs grab the plastic cloth curtains, and then nod to the crowd and shout, "Do it!" ”

The plastic sheeting and curtains were pulled down with a stab, and the Nepalese knifemen in the room began to be on guard with their knives.

But the people outside did not rush in, and a dozen bricks were thrown into the room first.

The two guys standing at the door were directly hit by the bricks, holding their heads and desperately dodging.

The rest of the people also gave up the position of the doorway, for fear of being hit by a brick.

Black Morley rolled over and hid behind a desk with his powder gun, and began to shout instructions to the swordsmen to block the door, but it was too late.

A group of thugs in white shirts had already rushed in with knives, slashed at sight, and quickly cut off the knife hands at the door.

"Put down the knives, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Seeing that there were not many people coming, Black Morry immediately stood up with a powder gun with a fierce face.

Bang bang... Bang bang bang ... Click.

But as soon as he stood up, Wang Zuluo, who was hiding behind the beaters, pulled the trigger, and the magazine of 35 rounds of ammunition was directly empty.

Emptying the magazine for dark skin is common sense that Brother Lo learned from the Yankees.

Although Black Morry's skin is a little whiter than the average Ah San. But I'm sorry, in Brother Luo's eyes, Ah San is no different from those darker automatic cotton pickers, and they are not good things.

After sweeping the shuttle, Black Morry and several knife hands around him all fell to the ground, and suddenly felt that the other knife hands in the room even breathed a lot lighter.

When Chang~

As the first knife man dropped the machete in his hand, the rest of the knife hands threw away their weapons one after another, as if they were infected with an infectious disease.

"Yo, or a dogleg knife?" Wang Zuluo saw that the scene was under control, and came to the front with a gun.

Kicking the weapons that the knifemen had thrown on the ground, Wang Zuluo sneered.

"Go and squat inside, dare to move, and break your legs."

Regardless of whether this group of swordsmen can understand Cantonese or not, Wang Zuluo shouted to his subordinates anyway.

When Ah Ji turned over and came in and took away Hei Morley's gunpowder gun, Wang Zuluo put down the submachine gun he was holding.

"You all know who I am, right?" Wang Zuluo came to the knife hand who was squatting by the wall with his head in his hands, and asked with a smile.

"It's okay if you don't speak, don't say I'm not emotional, it's your boss tonight, that's... That..."

Brother Luo suddenly forgot the name of Black Morry, but did not delay him to continue speaking: "It's that dead ghost, he provoked me first. There is a debtor who is wronged, and the others who are injured by mistake are considered unlucky. ”

"You also came to Hong Kong Island to make money, and I don't embarrass you. Now identify you who have a good relationship with that dead ghost here, or identify a good relationship with those unlucky people who are lying down, and this matter is over. ”

As he spoke, Wang Zuluo took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars and shook it in his hand: "After identifying it, the rest of the people will be able to get this money, 60,000 yuan, which is enough for you to spend for a few months." ”

After Brother Luo finished speaking, soon three guys in the knife hand were pushed out by the others.

Letting the little brother drag the three guys aside, Wang Zuluo smiled and threw the Hong Kong dollar to the remaining swordsman, and said, "Very good, now tell me if you want to make more money?" ”

After seeing the rest of the swordsmen divide the money, their eyes were fiery, and Wang Zuluo's smile became even brighter.

"If you want to make money, then help me do something, and if you don't want to make money, it doesn't matter. As long as you kill these three people, you can leave here if you want to make money or not. ”

Pointing to the three unlucky eggs who were pushed out just now, Wang Zuluo's smile was still kind.

Throwing over a dog-legged knife, Wang Zuluo withdrew from the door with the thugs, waiting for the group of knifemen to make a choice.

I'm not afraid that they will run away, there are still their own people guarding outside, where can they run?

Soon, after a long period of screaming, a dozen blood-stained swordsmen walked out.

Only one of them chose to leave, and the rest quietly watched Wang Zuluo.

Brother Luo nodded with satisfaction and gave Ah Ji a look. Ah Ji smiled, and walked out after the man who left, carrying a short knife.

"Clean up here, I'll leave something to you tomorrow to do. When you're done, someone will give you money and put you on board. ”

After saying that, Wang Zuluo left some beaters to watch the group of guys, and then walked out with the rest of the beaters carrying a few corpses.

Tonight's expansion has come to an end, and I believe that more people will know his name soon.

In the past, others gave face, relying on Lin Weilong's support.

In the future, he Wang Zuluo relied on his own face, and he was qualified to call himself a beautiful boy in Mong Kok in front of others.

(End of chapter)