I killed the film and television world

Chapter 147: Ding Ye's Death

Since he couldn't pull out the gun, Uncle Ding simply gave up the shotgun.

He casually pulled out a sharp knife hidden behind his back, and his eyes were instantly filled with a fierceness that penetrated into his bones!
Huazai Rong!
I will teach you a truth today.

Close combat!

A knife is more useful than a gun!

The clear and bright knife went straight to Song Ren's head, vowing to behead Song Ren with one blow!
Song Ren's calm eyes did not change at all, and there was still a strong murderous aura in his eyes.

He just turned his head, opened his mouth, and bit the sharp blade directly between his two rows of teeth with his pure white teeth at the last moment.

A very cold smile appeared on his face.

Uncle Ding was dumbfounded for a moment.

The sword was grabbed by someone's mouth again, and he couldn't pull it out at all.

Then, Song Ren turned around and kicked Uncle Ding right in the belly!
Uncle Ding's face was distorted, and he flew into the back wall of the corridor and vomited a mouthful of blood.

When he looked up again, he saw Song Ren holding a double-barreled shotgun with the cold muzzle pointed at him.

Uncle Ding was startled.

Facing the sudden death, he was far from being as calm as he appeared to be. He raised his hand to block the muzzle of the gun and said in an impatient tone:
"Hua Zai Rong, no, Master Rong, don't, don't shoot."

"Do you remember, we had dinner together..."

Song Ren's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent.

Remember you are paralyzed!

boom! ! !
The cold shell casing fell to the ground, and violent gunshots echoed throughout the corridor.

The gunshot mercilessly shattered Uncle Ding's pleas for mercy.

The palm of Uncle Ding's hand that was blocking the muzzle of the gun was shattered into pieces by the densely packed small marbles from the shotgun in just an instant!

The metacarpal bones were blown away!
The exploding marble shattered the metacarpal bone and then penetrated into the back of Uncle Ding's arm and one side of his chest.

A large piece of flesh on the arms and chest was torn off again.

The entire arm was covered in blood, and thick blood was oozing from the chest!
The skin on Uncle Ding's old face was twitching and cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

The heart-wrenching pain eroded his nerves, and it was so severe that he almost lost his voice!
Finally, he rolled over on the ground holding his bloody arm, and his wails of pain echoed throughout the corridor.

"Uncle Ding, you look really ugly like this." Song Ren calmly picked up the shotgun, ready to fire one more shot to completely kill the old man who was entrenched in Kowloon Walled City.

But suddenly I felt a sense of crisis behind me.

The almost intuitive warning made him subconsciously hold the shotgun horizontally and turn around to block the door!
Bang!
A bullet hit the thick barrel of the shotgun accurately.

The gun body was twisted by the bullet.

At the same time, Song Renhuo lowered his body, picked up a knife on the ground, twisted his waist, and swung it in the direction of the shooting!

Bang!
The second bullet has already burst out from the muzzle.

A ring of gunpowder smoke appeared, and the bullet grazed a bright blade and flew through the ends of Song Ren's hair!

In the corridor, the person who fired the shot was the gunman whose head was smashed by Song Ren at the beginning. He climbed up with wounds all over his body, and when he saw that Uncle Ding was in danger, he immediately fired.

However, after two consecutive shots missed the target, when he wanted to fire the third shot, it was too late.

The thrown sword strikes fiercely!

The tip of the knife pierced through his chest and came out from behind his spine!

The powerful force knocked the man to the ground again, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Song Ren threw away the broken shotgun and forcibly dragged the miserable Uncle Ding up from the ground.

He put one hand on his neck and lifted him into the air outside the corridor.

Uncle Ding's arm was covered in blood.

The corners of his mouth were covered with blood foam. He seemed to realize that he would not have a good ending today. He no longer had the luck he had before. Instead, he smiled miserably and cursed with tears and blood: "Hua Zai Rong, you will definitely be finished."

At the entrance of the corridor, the crowds of people were making a lot of noise. Those in front were shocked by the tragic scene in the corridor and dared not move forward.

The ones behind couldn't see anything, they just kept making noise and pushing, and were almost about to attack the brothers in front who were blocking the way.

In the courtyard of the club, there were also many thugs guarding the various exits. When they saw Song Ren pinching Uncle Ding's throat and hanging him in the air, they all flew into a rage on the spot:
"Hua Zai Rong! What are you doing!"

"Fuck your mother, why don't you let go of Master Ding!"

"Let go of Master Ding! Or I'll kill you!"

"Yanjiasho! Let go of Uncle Ding!"

The violent shouting continued.

Uncle Ding's face turned even paler, but he seemed to be at death's door and smiled more brightly:

"I told you, you're done, Hua Zai Rong!"

"You will be buried with me!"

"Idiot!" Song Ren spat out these two words indifferently.

He glanced at the shouting gangsters below, and finally stared at Uncle Ding again. He put more strength in his hands, and his knuckles dug into the flesh.

At the same time, his pupils became as sharp as knives: "Uncle Ding, your nephew must be so lonely on the road. I will send you down to reunite with your family!"

Mr. Ding's pupils suddenly shrank!
It turned out that Gongzi Qiang was also killed by Huazi Rong!
Just as this thought came to mind, Song Ren had already thrown Uncle Ding out of the corridor.

Uncle Ding fell from the air with a pale face.

At the same time, Song Ren calmly put a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

Then, he supported himself on the edge of the corridor with one hand and jumped down after Uncle Ding!

Uncle Ding hit the ground heavily with his back.

The distance was more than three meters, so he wouldn't die on the spot.

But he had just fallen to the ground, and in a flash, Song Ren jumped down from the corridor.

Uncle Ding looked at the falling figure from the sky in horror, his eyes filled with despair.

The place where Song Ren landed was exactly where Uncle Ding's abdomen was.

With the force of the leap, Song Ren stepped heavily on Uncle Ding's belly.

In just a moment, Uncle Ding, who had a painful look on his face, suddenly widened his eyes as if they were going to pop out of their sockets.

The abdominal cavity seemed to be hit by a thousand-pound hammer, and the upper body, which was stretched straight, immediately stood up.

Large amounts of blood spurted out of his mouth!
After a brief moment of stiffness, the upright half of the body fell down again, the head tilted, and he completely stopped breathing.

Until his death, Uncle Ding's face was still filled with heavy despair.

The death of Master Ding plunged the entire courtyard into silence.

The scene seemed to freeze for a moment, with everyone standing there with their necks stretched straight.

Almost all the idiots cast their eyes on Uncle Ding, who died with his eyes open.

This top boss who had been entrenched in Kowloon Walled City for decades died so miserably tonight!
As the culprit who killed Mr. Ding, Song Ren just put another piece of chocolate into his mouth.

He glanced at the increasing number of gangsters gathering in the courtyard, and did not look anxious.

Instead, he slowly connected the bone-cutting knife and the alloy handle together again.

A 1.7-meter-long alloy machete was held horizontally in both hands.

Surrounded by more than a hundred ferocious gangsters, Song Ren just raised his head, and the desire to fight in his fragmented eyes was stronger than ever.

Compared with hot weapons, he personally admires cold weapons from the bottom of his heart.

As long as the opponent does not use firearms, Song Ren will rarely take the initiative to fire the first shot.

Therefore, compared to those policemen who like to shoot at every turn, the young and dangerous ones who like to kill people really hit Song Ren's heart.

Killing people? I’m a professional now!
(End of this chapter)