I killed the film and television world

Chapter 127 Shooting
Song Ren exerted force suddenly and directly dispersed the people who were blocking his way, then strode towards Gongzi Qiang.

Gongziqiang was still furious, but he still realized that something was wrong.

He picked up a bottle of beer on the table, and his already gloomy expression became even colder:

"Take your mother in my mouth!"

"How dare you come to my place and cause trouble? I'll be merciful if I don't chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs tonight!!!"

The hostesses sitting next to the booths were all a little scared.

Next to him, Fatty Chao remained calm. He held a cigar between his lips and slowly took out a light.

At the same time, he grinned at the leader Huaji who came over to protect him, and said, "Hey, Huaji, do you think this guy has lost his mind? He comes alone to cause trouble. Tsk tsk, does he eat shit?"

Huaji was not as optimistic as his boss. Looking at the face buried in the shadows under the baseball cap, Huaji said cautiously, "Boss, something seems to be wrong."

The next moment, the gangsters surrounding Ah Hao suddenly started to make a noise: "Boss, be careful! That guy cut Ah Hao's throat!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ren suddenly jumped up and rushed in front of Gongzi Qiang at an extremely fast speed.

Gongziqiang was startled, but he reacted quickly and smashed the wine bottle in his hand down on his head.

Song Ren suddenly stopped, his powerful leg muscles arched, and he forced himself to stop. Then he twisted his waist suddenly and kicked Gongzi Qiang's forearm with a whip-like kick.

The calves and forearms collided.

Gongziqiang's face changed, his arm felt numb and painful, and the beer bottle in his hand flew out of his hand involuntarily.

The foreigner sitting inside the booth was unable to dodge and was hit on the head by a wine bottle. The glass shards from the bottle cut his forehead and blood mixed with the wine spilled out.

The ghost wailed, covered his head and yelled: "Fuck it, fuck it!!!"

The hostesses around were horrified when they saw this.

The thugs nearby realized that the boss was in danger, and immediately rushed towards Song Ren!

Song Ren, however, had already landed on his toes, and he twisted his body to catch up with a roundhouse kick, with even more powerful force!
In an instant, the doll that had just raised its fist was kicked away!
click!
First the ribs broke, then the waist twisted in pain!
His back hit the wall next to the booth and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Seven or eight loyal thugs surrounded him from all sides.

Song Ren turned around abruptly, and a bright bone-cutting knife appeared on his raised wrist.

This is the thing that has been kept in the storage space.

A top-quality bone-cutting knife specially made of alloy steel using modern technology.

There is also an alloy handle in the storage space that can be connected to the bone-cutting knife.

When put together, it becomes a machete about 1.7 meters long.

Song Ren's enthusiasm for cold weapons far exceeds that for hot weapons.

The bone-cutting knife turned and chopped down. The already sharp blade, under the explosive force of Song Ren, cut a scoundrel who rushed forward in half.

The sword lights formed a line!
In a flash!

The leading gangster still had a ferocious look on his face, but suddenly he stopped moving forward.

It's just that the upper half of the body was still falling forward due to inertia, and half of the body fell down.

Sijiuzi's vision quickly turned, and the last scene he saw was a body with only half of its lower limb left.

Legs and half a body...

Who is this? How miserable!
Sijiuzi’s last thought also disappeared!
Under the pressure, blood, along with the damaged organs, instantly gushed out from the crack!

The rest of the thugs were rushing forward, but in an instant, they all slammed on the brakes and stopped two meters away from Song Ren. Some of them didn't even have time to kneel down on the ground!
Everyone looked at the distance in horror.

The body was broken into two parts from the armpit to the waist, and under the neatly inclined surface, only half of the broken body was still standing there!

For a moment, I just felt my throat was very dry!

What a ghost!!!
Cutting a person in half with one knife? !
The next moment, the screams from the entire nightclub almost blew off the colorful roof!
Many people were even so frightened that they fainted.

Fatty Chao, who had just held a cigar in his mouth, froze in his attempt to light it.

He failed to start the gun several times, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He subconsciously took two steps back and retreated to the side behind the chicken. The ghost man covered his head and his voice became hoarse. He reached out and subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist.

But Song Ren's eyes were very sharp, and he had a strong dislike for foreigners.

The moment he touched his waist, he swung his hand and threw the throat-cutting fruit knife out!

laugh!
The fruit knife cut through a long line and pierced through the entire palm of the foreigner's right hand.

Under the intense pain, the ghost Hunter temporarily forgot his fear and pointed at Song Ren and roared hysterically: "Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

After yelling, he rarely used the halting Hong Kong dialect, but his tone was still full of arrogance and hostility:

"Fuck it! I'm Superintendent Hunter, the police officer from the sun never sets. How dare you hurt me, you naughty monkey? Fuck it!!!"

Song Ren's original first target was Gongzi Qiang.

But at the moment, he had to look over and stare at this white guy who was arrogant to his core, watching him with cold eyes as he roared hysterically.

Then Song Ren suddenly put away his bone-cutting knife, but did not wait for the others to show any joy on their faces.

Song Ren clasped his hands together, and a completely black AK-47 appeared in his hands.

In an instant, all the people who were about to express joy because Song Ren put away his knife were stunned.

……

Song Ren advocated single combat and liked to use fist and foot skills to fight violently with others.

But facing this arrogant white police chief, Song Ren is ready to help him understand what a thug is!

Bastard!
Think of this as your home!!!
Kaka-

The bolt was pulled open mercilessly!
Song Ren picked up the AK-47 and pointed the gun at the shouting foreigner.

The ghost was so frightened that his pupils shrank violently, his breathing was choked, and he yelled:
"Fuck—No! You can't kill me!"

"I am the Superintendent of the Sun Never Sets, and I am your master of education!"

"Without us, you would just be a bunch of the lowest fishermen!!!"

"You should feel—"

Bang!
Amid the roar of gunfire, the entire bustling nightclub hall was so noisy that one could hear a pin drop!

The ghost Hunter's side was shot through!
There was a bloody cut on the back of the suit.

The ghost Hunter screamed heartbreakingly: "NO! NO! NO!!!"

Song Ren raised his eyebrows: "Damn it, not even a bullet can be quiet, right?"

He picked up the AK-47 and walked straight over, and no one dared to stop him.

As Hunter looked painful and terrified, Song Ren thrust the gun into his ferocious mouth. He grinned and said, "Hi, say godbye..."

The ghost Hunter finally felt scared.

Realizing that the sharp thug in front of him didn't care about his identity at all, he panicked, with the muzzle of the gun stuck in his mouth, and could only sob:
"No, no, no, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

Song Ren narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Sorry?"

Hunter's mouth was still sealed, and blood was seeping from his body and hands. He was in great pain, but he nodded hurriedly and kept repeating, "Sorry! Sorry..."

Song Ren smiled brightly and uttered a sentence in Chinese English with a very rustic flavor: "No sorry."

The white guy Hunter obviously understood the meaning of this Chinese-English sentence, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

The next moment, his expression froze instantly.

Song Ren said calmly: "I'm sorry."

Bang!
The crisp and pleasant sound of gunfire exploded in the mouth of the ghost Hunter!
A ball of blood exploded from the back of the head, and the bullet poured into the seat at the back and disappeared!
The white police superintendent went offline early!

(End of this chapter)