Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Killing the Fish ([-])
In terms of being able to play, Ho Tung is not well-known in Tuen Mun.

But he is not useless, because his old man had always hoped that he could walk the right path and wear a military uniform, so he sent him to the police academy through a way.

But He Dong was born with bad blood. He worked on the belly of the little nurse in the big infirmary in the police academy, which almost caused the little nurse to have a miscarriage and died. The police academy fired him without hesitation.

Of course, he was not useless in the police academy. He learned a good military boxing from the instructor, and he could defeat the enemy with one move.

It can be regarded as a professional talent in Tuen Mun.

"Sweet honey, sweet honey, you sweet honey who is laughing in the street!"

He Dong covered his head with a towel, wiped his wet hair carelessly, opened the refrigerator in the kitchen, and wanted to take out a bottle of beer to moisten his throat.

He opened the refrigerator and took out the beer. Just as he was about to close the door of the refrigerator, he saw a cold light slashing towards him.

"Boss, there is a killer!"

Ho Dong's scalp was numb, and he quickly hid back, and in a hurry, he threw the can in his hand towards the shadow.

However, the method was rather trendy. The can was emptied, and the thin aluminum can smashed against the wall, and it exploded in no time.

He Dong was also considered to have rich experience in actual combat. He punched him and wanted to open the distance, but he didn't care about the front and the back.

Falling to the ground, then there is no need to resist, He Dong immediately bowed into a big shrimp, leaving his back to the two brothers above, letting them play to their fullest.

This is the most resistant part of the human body, but human beings are made of flesh after all, fists and feet can resist it, but knives are a bit out of line.

The one move that Ho Tung practiced in the police academy to control the enemy was completely useless.

Sometimes, theory is theory, and theory works!

Taro Biao, who was about to walk to the second floor, didn't hear clearly at the first moment, and muttered: "What's wrong?"

"Crazy line, I can't even speak clearly."

"The idiot told you that you are a dead idiot, and you are not right!".

But Taro Biao quickly realized that it was not because of the sound of beer cans exploding.

It was because Lin Huaile, who was hiding on the second floor, sprang out from the shadows after He Dong's voice fell, and stabbed the confused Taro Biao.

"Hem home shovel!"

Taro Biao suddenly became sober from his drunkenness, and subconsciously pulled the good girl beside him, trying to use her body to help block the fatal blow.

Gumei panicked, and before she could scream, she was stabbed and collapsed to the ground.

"Bad boy, who are you?"

Taro Biao broke out in cold sweat on his back, and his head suddenly came to his senses. He was short and rolled down the stairs.

Lin Huaile didn't answer, and didn't need to answer. He kicked the good girl who was blocking the way away, and jumped down with one stride to prevent Taro Biao from escaping.

Taro Biao scrambled to the living room, got up quickly, pulled out his iron chain trousers belt from his waist, and looked ferociously at the masked and raincoated swordsman in front of him.

"Friend, are you asking for money or for a way?"

"If you want money, there is 20 upstairs, you can take it away, I will never stop it."

"I'm Lao Xin's big bottom, if you touch me, brother ten will not let you go!"

"It's better to let me go, take the money and leave."

Taro Biao didn't care about He Dong, who was knocked to the ground next to him, and pretended to be calm, and negotiated terms with Lin Huaile, who was getting closer and closer.

"how many?"

With a hoarse voice, Lin Huaile approached Taro Biao step by step.

"Two to three hundred thousand, I haven't counted them, they belong to the brothers."

"Just take it away!"

Seeing that the words in Lin Huaile's mouth were all about money, Taro Biao breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time took a step back very experienced.

Once retreating and advancing, the distance has not changed, which also means that the defense between each other has not changed.

"I want money, and I want your life!"

Lin Huaile put on a mask, sneered, and quickly greeted him with a knife.

"Hold!"

"Don't give me a face!"

Seeing Lin Huaile running towards him with a knife, Taro Biao raised the iron chain belt in his hand and pulled it towards his body.

Hearing the crackling sound of the air, one could tell that the blow had been made with all its strength, and the direction was exactly where Lin Huaile was heading.

If there is no avoidance, then there is no need to avoid it.

The raincoat on Lin Huaile's body was a heavy tarpaulin with thick oil wax on it. It really helped Lin Huaile block most of the power.

But when the iron chain was pulled on his body, Lin Huaile gasped, feeling the pain in his body.

pain!It hurts so much!
If you take off the mask on his face at this time, you will definitely see his feminine face, twitched into a bun shape, and those blood-red eyes.

The iron chain was pulled back again, ready for the next attack.

But the action is a bit too slow!

Lin Huaile gritted his back molars, endured the burning pain in his back, grabbed the flying iron chain, flew up, aimed at Taro Biao's chest, and was about to kick him down.

Conquering territory requires both evil and courage.

Taro Biao was able to win the entire Tuen Mun in his prime, and he played all the same. Apart from the poor Tuen Mun, the rest was also because he was able to fight.

Otherwise, he would not be able to restrain the wolf cubs under his command.

In the face of life and death, people will stimulate the full potential of the body.

Although it was dark in front of Taro Biao, he could still see the general outline of the killer in front of him, barely avoiding the flying foot.

Stretching the iron chain with his right hand, he found that he couldn't pull it anymore. He cursed "Grass!" and immediately let go, and punched the black shadow rushing towards his face.

Blind play.

Lin Huaile dodged by feeling, stabilized his figure, whipped his legs, and hit Yutou Biao's waist.

"Push your mother!"

Taro Biao snorted in pain, and punched Lin Huaile's mask.

The original intention of this punch was to hit the bridge of the nose, causing the opponent to lose his fighting power instantly.

As expected of an old Jianghu, he knows where to fight.

But unfortunately, Lin Huaile was wearing a mask, and his vision was blocked, so it was all about feeling.

This punch didn't hit the bridge of the nose as expected, but it still hit Lin Huaile's mouth. The back molars that had grown up became loose again.

The distance between the two was already at an arm's length.

He didn't defend Taro Biao's next attack, but the general's stab changed from chopping to stabbing, and he pulled a big road on Taro Biao's chest.

His chest was bleeding, and Taro Biao ignored it completely, but continued to stick forward, so that the bastard in front of him had no room to continue to swing his arms, and kept attacking with boxing fists.

Lin Huaile was not timid either. He moved his hand forward, held the knife, and stabbed Yutou Biao's body.

It was raining heavily outside, and the bodyguards in the car did not hear the sound of fighting in the villa. They were listening to the radio broadcast intently, blowing water and farting.

Liu Zhen was lying on the grass, and the others were in the same state. The rain had soaked them all, and the raincoats had become decorations.

"Ah Zhen, when shall we get rid of the trash in the car?"

Ma Zai, who was lying next to Liu Zhen, turned over with difficulty, turned sideways, and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know. Brother Le told us before that as long as the people in the car don't rush towards the villa, we won't move!" Liu Zhen replied in a low voice.

　Good night everyone, have a good rest and be safe!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)