Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Killing the Fish ([-])
Fighting against each other in the dark, that point of numerical advantage was completely wiped out.

Fortunately, Taro Biao's personal bodyguard was knocked down as soon as he entered the door, which made the scene less chaotic.

Chang Mao stood in front of the stairs, dumbfounded, because the distance between the two was too close, it was impossible to tell who was who.

Even if you want to help, you are afraid of accidentally injuring your allies.

Lin Huaile and Yutou Biao exchanged moves, panting, although only 2 minutes had passed, it was as long as a century.

Taro Biao, who had drunk the wine, felt less pain, but his hands could hardly resist the sharp knife. There were too many wounds on his body, and all of them were bleeding.

The ants kill the elephant, no matter how fierce the red stick is, it will not be able to achieve the sanctification of the flesh, and the vajra will not be broken.

Yutou Biao was very anxious, knowing that if he didn't solve the difficult boy in front of him today, he would not be able to get out of the villa, and he would not be able to call for help.

These guys outside, when I go out, soak these waste greens in pig cages one by one!
Taro Biao cursed in his heart, and then launched a cannon punch, hitting Lin Huaile's wrist.

There was a sudden pain in the wrist holding the knife. Lin Huaile almost couldn't hold the knife in his hand. Fortunately, he had been careful before and wrapped it with gauze so that he didn't let go.

"I can't hold a knife steadily, but I dare to come out to earn bonuses, I don't know how to live or die!"

But this distraction gave Tarot Biao a chance to hit him with a knee, and slammed into his lower abdomen.

Lin Huaile turned sideways to avoid this fatal attack, and at the same time, cold sweat fell from his head.

If he hits hard this time, he will definitely become the last eunuch in China.

The trapped beast is still fighting, and its moves are fatal.

Lin Huaile also completely let go of his hands and feet, and directly pierced his ears with two peaks, aiming at Tarot Biao's big head with violent output.

This set of low-level output has an unexpected effect.

Taro Biao only felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker (of course, his eyes were also dark!), he heard a humming echo in his ears, and his mouth was salty.

Seeing Taro Biao standing there stupidly, Lin Huaile naturally couldn't miss this good opportunity, pointed the knife roughly at his chest, and pushed it in.

The ghost's military bayonet should have been added with special metal, even in the dark, it would still glow coldly.

A little bit of coldness comes first, and then murderous intent is everywhere.

By the time Taro Biao reacted, the bayonet had been stuck right into his chest.

"Push your mother!"

Taro Biao cursed angrily, reached out and grabbed the bayonet, preventing Lin Huaile from pulling it out.

Once the air pressure in the body is destroyed, even if Bian Que is resurrected, it will be difficult to recover.

The old rivers and lakes are the old rivers and lakes, and there are some ways that young people will not understand.

Even if you understand it, you are trading your own life or body.

The two were in a stalemate, Lin Huaile pulled the knife back with one hand, and with the other hand he beat Yuto Biao's temple desperately, each blow was heavier than the other.

Taro Biao was beaten until his head was covered with bloodshot eyes, but his hands still firmly grasped the bayonet in front of his chest to prevent Lin Huaile from succeeding.

But just being beaten like this, he will die sooner or later. Taro Biao, an old Jianghu, is naturally unwilling to die like this.

He hasn't had enough of the splendor, wealth, beauties and delicacies, so how could he be willing to be killed.

Taro Biao lowered his head, gathered all his strength, and suddenly bumped into Lin Huaile, who was still attacking non-stop, and both of them fell to the ground.

This is an opportunity!
Taro Biao seemed to have seized a chance, he quickly got up, rode on Lin Huaile's body, and moved his hands from the blade to Lin Huaile's big neck.

His hands were like iron clamps, framing his throat, making Lin Huaile unable to breathe.

In order to get out of the predicament, he kept attacking Taro Biao's ribs with both fists, trying to get Taro Biao to let go.

"Longhair, shoot!"

Lin Huaile had stars in his eyes, knowing that he couldn't hold on for much longer, so he yelled.

When Chang Mao heard the order, he hurriedly took out the Browning on his body, walked quickly to the two of them, and pulled the trigger on Taro Biao.

Although Taro Biao didn't let go of his hands, his eyes were very desperate, and he shook violently with the sound of the trigger being pulled.

The trigger was pulled, but it didn't make a sound, and it didn't burst into flames as it should.

"Open the insurance! Go to the street, how much do you want me to die!" Lin Huaile shouted with difficulty.

He felt a burst of warmth on his body, and he felt the roller coaster-like mental journey of Taro Biao.

But now is not the time to be disgusted. This old gangster, even when he accepted his fate, did not let go of his hands. It seemed that he was preparing to die.

When Changmao heard Lin Huaile's yell, he realized that he was not safe to shoot.

Situ Haonan and Zheng Feng, who were cleaning up Hedong, also sensed that Lin Huaile was wrong, so they hurried over and punched and kicked the persistent Taro Biao, trying to roll this guy off Brother Le.

A serious ambush murder, turned into what it is now, a joke.

Chang Mao was still in a hurry, but he managed to release the safety of the pistol. With trembling hands, he aimed for a while before pulling the trigger.

The sound of gunfire resounded throughout the villa.

Taro Biao shivered for a while just like last time.

But he was not as lucky as last time, a bullet really hit his body.

He let go of his hands, stood up, and opened his eyes in surprise, as if he hadn't understood what was happening before him.

Regardless of being besieged by the two, he took a step, and then fell on Lin Huaile's body, pressing him down with the weight of his whole body.

"Pull him away! Pull him away!"

After a person dies, the blood is no longer circulating, and it is lifeless.

standard adjective.

Lin Huaile took a breath of fresh air with great difficulty, but soon he couldn't breathe again.

Taro Biao has been eating and drinking for many years, and his figure is out of shape.

A big fat man weighing about two hundred catties weighed on his body, and anyone would feel a lot of pressure.

Situ Haonan and Zheng Feng came to their senses immediately, grabbed Tarot Biao's arm, and dragged him off Lin Huaile's body with all their might.

Lin Huaile got up from the ground, snatched Browning from Changmao's hand, and fired another shot at Tarot Biao's heart.

"Don't be dazed, Taro Biao's bodyguards should be coming in soon, and deal with them!"

Lin Huaile threw the gun to Changmao and shouted at Situ Haonan and others.

Situ Haonan and Zheng Feng looked at each other, and then one ran to the back door while the other ran to the front yard.

Lin Huaile picked up the bayonet on the ground again, coughed continuously, and walked to He Dong's side.

At this time, he was also dying, with only a slit left in his bruised eyes, trying hard to see the person in front of him clearly, his mouth opened again and again, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Be smart in the next life!"

After Lin Huaile finished speaking, he took a knife and stabbed it hard into He Dong's stomach, then turned it around twice, breaking his intestines.

He Dong twitched a few times unwillingly, and then became completely silent.

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