I killed the film and television world

Chapter 344 Calabash Brothers Save Grandpa (Combined Chapter)
Fang Ting had already fallen in a pool of blood.

Song Ren's face was filled with indifference, and he easily brushed off the blood spots on the blade.

He had nothing good to say about Fang Ting.

If this woman hadn't pulled out a gun from behind, he would have really hesitated whether to kill her.

After all, don't waste bad women.

Even if he doesn't keep it for use, he can use Fang Ting's influence as a star to arrange for her to shoot some popular Tokyo films, and then he can easily make some money.

But now that she had pulled out her gun, it saved Song Ren a lot of trouble.

If she chose the wrong path, she can only blame herself.

……

After finishing this, Song Ren prepared to leave.

At the same time, a group of boxing masters pushed the door open and walked in, talking a lot.

Such a big mess happened in this Mid-Autumn Festival performance, and now it can only end hastily.

The masters of the Chinese Association were walking and discussing heatedly the accident that occurred during the previous martial arts performance.

"Hey, who invited those karate-doing foreigners here?"

"Damn it! If someone hadn't gotten there first, I would have stepped down and taught him a lesson."

"Oh, come to think of it, the master who did it earlier seemed very unfamiliar. Does any of you know him?"

"do not know."

“I haven’t.”

"Me neither. But that master was really ruthless—"

The sound of discussion came as the group pushed the door open and turned into the lobby, and the words that were half-spoken were stuck in their throats.

Everyone stretched their necks and stared at the bloody scene in the lobby, and there was silence for a moment!

In the lobby, blood had already splattered every corner.

There were broken limbs and arms, and even heads cut off by sharp weapons.

After just a few glances, several of the masters suddenly covered their mouths and began to retch in their throats.

The other people's faces also changed drastically:

"It's the president's friend!"

"Mr. Jiang? Brother Chen?!"

"Damn it! Who are you? Who let you in?!"

"Wait, this guy seems to be the one who attacked the ghost guy earlier!"

Song Ren had already put away his bone-cutting knife and said calmly, "The situation here has nothing to do with you masters, please all get out of the way."

Hearing this, the dozen or so boxing gym masters looked at each other. In the end, Master Luo couldn't hold back any longer and stood up, pointing at Song Ren's nose and saying, "Asshole! You came to our Chinese General Association to cause trouble, and you actually said it has nothing to do with us. Are you kidding me?"

Song Ren gradually quieted down after hearing this.

He clenched his fist, twisted it backwards, and slammed it against a pillar in the lobby.

Boom! ! !
Under the impact of thunder, the entire lobby floor seemed to shake.

The pillar, which was nearly two people thick, collapsed deeply in an instant, and sharp wood chips flew everywhere.

Master Luo's righteous expression suddenly froze.

Damn, so exaggerated?!
His mind was already frantically trying to make up for it.

But in the end, he chose to hold back, and said in a slightly stiff voice: "Ahaha, actually I was joking, but this joke seems a little dull."

Among the other masters, some with upright personalities could not stand it any longer and stood up to speak:
"Mr. Jiang and Brother Chen are both friends of President Wan. They were murdered right in front of us. How can we let the murderer get away like this!"

Song Ren sneered at this: "What a boring sense of justice."

He was too lazy to argue any more, it was easy for him to take action.

Just as I was about to get ready, the phone not far away started ringing.

Song Ren picked up the phone.

On the other end of the line, an unfamiliar male voice came. The voice was not loud, but it was a little impatient:

"Hello, is this Master Luo?"

"I just received news that President Wan was taken away by the Immigration Bureau. You should leave the Chinese Association as soon as possible. The Immigration Bureau is planning to catch us all in one fell swoop."

Master Luo and others who were not far away also heard the phone call.

The person who spoke was the steward of President Wan's family.

This change in scene made people look at each other in confusion for a moment.

However, before everyone could react, the main door outside the lobby was violently kicked over!

A white man with a short buzz cut and wearing a brown jacket strode in.

In his hand he was holding a book published by the Chinese General Association, and he saw that a group of people were already crowded in the lobby in front of him.

Barton Geddes' brows were furrowed, and there was a lingering gloom on his face.

It was at his instigation that Colin Fett came to cause trouble for the Chinese Association.

He himself is a non-commissioned officer in the Marine Corps.

He is Hewen's superior and an extreme racist who advocates white supremacy and despises Chinese people and martial arts.

Previously, Hewen reported to his superiors and wanted to introduce martial arts into the army, which completely annoyed Patton.

In the movie, this guy used his superb leg skills to seriously injure Wan Zonghua.

After that, he suppressed Ip Man again for a while, but at the last moment, he still fell under Ip Man's finger.

……

Earlier, the brother who was instigated by him was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and was transferred to the military hospital for emergency treatment.

After Patton got the news, he immediately contacted the Chinese General Association.

In a rage, he has decided to use some extreme measures.

He Wen must see with his own eyes that the so-called Chinese martial arts of the Chinese are just a bunch of fancy rubbish.

Patton glanced fiercely at the group of boxing masters in front of him.

Then he opened the Chinese General Association's publication in his hand, pointed at the image of the president, Wan Zonghua, and said sternly, "Chinaman, where is this person now?"

The masters around them looked at each other in confusion.

The foreigner spoke English, which none of them could fully understand.

Besides, what day is today?

How come accidents happen one after another.

Although the masters were not sure what was going on, they could still tell that the newcomer had ill intentions, and now there was a hint of a wolf in front and a tiger behind.

It was still Master Luo who decisively played up the characteristics of the conspicuous bag and stood out again:

"Hey! Ghost guy, who knows what you are talking about? This is not a place for you to act wild!"

"If you don't leave now, I'll be rude to you—"

Bang!
Patton is really rude.

He slapped Master Luo on the corner of his eye, then turned around and kicked him in the side of the chest.

Master Luo flew out immediately and vomited a large mouthful of blood from his throat.

Then, without waiting for other masters to react, Patton took the initiative to rush towards the crowd.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
This man's moves were sharp and decisive. In just a short while, he knocked down more than ten boxing masters to the ground. Moreover, he was always extremely cruel to people of color.

Most of these masters suffered serious injuries.

Even after beating all the people in front of him, Barton still felt unsatisfied. He twisted the arm of one of the masters and said sternly:

"Chinaman! Is this the Chinese martial arts that you are so proud of?"

"Is that all you can do?"

He used the Chinese General Association's publication to humiliate the man's face. The sound was crisp and loud.

Patton was twisting harder and harder, and the gym master groaned in pain.

But he was still not satisfied, frowned and shouted:

"An inferior heritage of an inferior race! What qualifications do I have to learn from it!"

When he finished speaking, he finally caught a glimpse of the scene in the lobby full of broken limbs and arms.

Previously, my view was blocked by the masters in the boxing gym. Now that they had cleared the space, I turned around and saw the horrifying situation inside.

Patton loosened his arms that were twisted under his body and looked inside.

Looking at the man who seemed like a bystander but whose body was stained with blood spots.

The first sight he saw was clearly the person of color that he hated the most, but those dark eyes inexplicably made people feel a chill.

But soon he sneered: "So there is still a fish that escaped the net, Chinaman, did you do all these things on the ground?"

Song Ren's slightly cold eyes only glanced at the other person lightly:

"Chinaman Chinaman..."

"In Hong Kong, people call me mainlander. When I come to America, people call me Chinaman."

"Haha, you guys are a bunch of bastards."

"——It's time to die!"

At the end of his speech, there was a murderous aura so strong that it could not be dispersed in Song Ren's dark eyes.

A fierce look flashed in Patton's eyes.

"Fake!"

He cursed softly, then suddenly rushed towards Song Ren.

Just like he had knocked down those boxing gym masters before, he leaped into the air and kicked his opponent's head with the most violent side kick!

Song Ren twisted his body and stepped back, then twisted his waist muscles, like a black dragon swinging its tail.

The heel hit Patton's belly fiercely.

puff!
A large amount of blood foam sprayed half of Song Ren's face.

Patton flew out more than ten meters with his body bent, knocking over a large number of tables and chairs before finally stopping.

He curled up into a ball holding his stomach. The severe cramps made him sweat coldly on his forehead and his whole body convulsed in pain.

He kept cursing: "Fuck, you yellow-skinned low-class person, fuck, fuck..."

He was halfway through his roar of venting, his eyes lowered in pain, but he noticed a pair of cloth shoes walking in front of him.

Barton took a deep breath, suppressed the cramping pain in his abdomen, and slowly raised his head.

Then he met Song Ren's condescending eyes.

Bang!
Patton's head was crushed by his foot.

The violent force caused his facial bones to rub painfully.

Barton struggled violently, his voice intermittent and painful:

"Fake Squid!"

"You damned Chinaman, I'm a senior NCO in the Marine Corps."

"We are the masters of this land. If you dare to offend me, I will make you kneel down and confess to me!"

Song Ren no longer paid attention to Patton at this moment.

He turned his head again and looked at a group of foreigners from the Immigration Bureau who suddenly broke in.

The chill in his eyes grew deeper.

The Chinese General Association is really lively tonight.

Wave after wave, is this the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather?

The people from the Immigration Bureau were also a little confused. They had come to the Chinese Association specifically to arrest people, waiting for orders from the director.

Just what exactly happened here?
In the lobby, there was blood everywhere, the blood almost dyed the floor red, and the bloody dead bodies were lying all over the place.

In a corner of the lobby, there was a Chinese-looking man stepping on the head of a foreigner.

Especially the Chinese guy, the look he gave back was as if he was looking at a dead person.

The moment the two sides made eye contact, the immigration officers who rushed in even held their breath.

The group of boxing masters who were knocked down by Patton earlier had already taken advantage of the gap when Song Ren took action to slip away through the back door.

The previous phone call had made them want to retreat. Now the Chinese Association was like a whirlpool of storm. If they didn’t leave now, it would be too late.

……

The Immigration Agency that broke in had a total of seven members, all of whom were armed.

After seeing the tragic scene, they immediately drew their guns.

Song Ren grabbed Patton from the ground and held him in front of him.

Patton's abdomen was still cramping violently, and most of his face was rubbed with blood. He no longer had the strength to resist.

But his eyes were still filled with arrogance, and he shouted excitedly:
"Shoot, shoot!"

"Kill this Chinaman!"

The people from the Immigration Bureau looked at each other. If it weren't for Patton, they would have opened fire immediately.

But Patton was standing in front of them, and they were not professional FBI agents, so their shooting skills were not that accurate.

Barton became even more angry when he saw these people hesitating:
"Fuck, you bunch of idiots, shoot him to death!"

"That Chinaman would never dare to kill me. I am Sergeant Patton of the Marine Corps. If he attacks me, there is no way he can escape!"

At this time, Song Ren's hands had completely dug into the gap between Patton's jaws, one on the left and one on the right.

He finally leaned close to Patton's ear and whispered, "Hey, who told you I was going to run away?"

Barton looked up suddenly: What do you mean? !

He seemed to have thought of something, and a little panic appeared in his eyes.

But in the next second, the vision in his eyes spun rapidly.

The last thing that came into my mind was a pair of almost pure black eyes.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, Song Ren twisted Patton's head 180 degrees with both hands.

The whole face turned to the back, the muscles in the neck were twisted into a knot, and the cervical vertebrae had already been broken!
Song Ren held Patton's withered head in his hands and took one last look at it. At the moment when the seven Immigration Bureau men suddenly opened fire, he pushed Patton's lifeless body out.

He then moved like a tiger or leopard, and in an instant rushed in front of one of them amid the sound of bullets pouring down.

Two levels of reversal!

Song Ren spread his hands, and his fingernails turned into sharp blades.

With a sudden palm strike, the Immigration Bureau member was stabbed through the chest and back in an instant!

The five fingers put together are like sharp knives, piercing through the spine!

Drops of bright red blood slid down the back of his palm.

The other six people from the Immigration Bureau were stunned for an instant.

When they first saw the hell-on-earth scene here, they felt at most some physical discomfort. But when they watched Song Ren twist Patton's head off with his bare hands, the impact was shocking enough.

But at this moment, a palm easily pierced through a person's chest, especially the scene that was so close, the impact was really too terrifying!

In just a moment, the immigration officers had only one thought in their minds:

Run away!

They turned around and ran, wishing they could rush out of that hellish door immediately.

But the door was not big, so no one could see anyone except the Immigration Agency member with an afro who ran out first.

When the rest of the people tried to escape again, they were easily intercepted by Song Ren.

(End of this chapter)