The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 512 Tear to pieces
Chen Zhengwei threw out seven grenades and cleared the second floors of the nearest buildings.

The thugs were also shooting from the balcony on the second floor.

The place Chen Zhengwei chose was a theater. It covered a large area and had a protruding balcony on the second floor. Some of his thugs rushed onto the balcony and opened fire. There were gunshots and smoke from both sides, and people were shot and fell to the ground from time to time.

In a short period of time, no one appeared from the windows within 40 meters on the opposite side.

The militiamen were hiding in the buildings, huddled behind the walls, breathing heavily, their faces covered in sweat.

"The firepower of those Chinese guys is too fierce! All we have in our hands are firewood sticks!" A second lieutenant in his thirties gritted his teeth and cursed.

He raised his hand to wipe away the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes, with a lingering fear on his face.

In front of him were four corpses.

Just half a minute ago, a row of bullets swept over and those people were knocked down before they even had time to dodge.

Wherever the enemy hits, it is like a rain of bullets.

Last year, when he saw the army being defeated in the newspaper, he laughed at the useless army.

Now he finally felt how terrifying the opponent's firepower was.

There were only fifty people on the other side, but their firepower was like that of five hundred people.

"Second Lieutenant, what should we do? There is no way to fight!" The soldier next to him looked at him in panic.

The lieutenant's eyes swept across the faces of the others, and saw a young man who had just joined the army not long ago, huddled in a corner with his head in his hands, shivering.

He knew that this wouldn't work.

Especially since there was an explosion in the room next door just now.

The enemy not only has powerful firepower, but also explosives.

The lieutenant bit his tongue, using the pain to calm himself down, and then said.

"Spread out! Drag them and wait for reinforcements."

……

Chen Zhengwei felt the bullets flying past him. The sound and heat of the bullets piercing the air made his blood rush.

After killing a soldier who dared to show his head from behind a distant window, the gunfire around him became much quieter, and then he looked towards Cicely.

I saw her still huddled obediently in that corner, her body huddled up in a ball, with the notebook on her knees, her head in her hands, and her ears covered with her arms.

Like a shivering little animal.

In front of her were two bodies, both of whom were her bodyguards.

There was only one person left standing in front of her, his face was pale, his eyes kept scanning around, and he held a revolver in his hand.

There was also a maid standing against the wall, wishing she could shrink into the wall.

"Brother Wei, there are no explosives!" the henchman shouted from the window.

Chen Zhengwei then turned his head and signaled the bodyguard to take Cicely in. The bodyguard was as if he had been pardoned, and quickly ran into the building with Cicely and her maid.

Chen Zhengwei leaned against the wall and changed the magazine with a press and a pull of the button in his hand.

Then he looked into the distance.

He saw some soldiers pouring out of a building in the distance, and there were more of them than those ambushing around where he was.

Looking back at the intersection where I came from, I saw some people rushing over, using the protruding walls of the buildings on both sides of the street as cover and moving forward alternately.

"What a big event!" Chen Zhengwei grinned, holding a cigar in his mouth.

He didn't expect that the army had ambushed so many people.

This looks like at least five or six hundred.

But only five or six hundred people want to kill him?
Unless they surround him in an open area and then have five or six hundred people open fire together, it would be useless even if they brought in cannons.

Even if there is artillery fire, he can always find a gap.

Not to mention in the city.

Chen Zhengwei kicked his feet, and a huge force was transmitted from the soles of his feet to the ground. He pounced out like a tiger, crossed a distance of more than three meters, and crashed into the carriage.

"Weige!"

The thugs in the building were startled.

In just 5 seconds, Chen Zhengwei was seen rushing out of the carriage again, dragging something.

Bang bang bang!
Some soldiers in the distance raised their rifles and fired, but they had no idea where they were hitting.

Green in the building saw Chen Zhengwei fall to the ground like a tiger, and then his eyes widened.

"Boss...where did this come from?"

"Do I need to explain anything else to you?" Chen Zhengwei grinned and raised the machine gun in his hand, which was wrapped with several circles of ammunition belts.

Not to mention the henchmen, even the somewhat panicked Cicely widened her eyes.

When did Chen Zhengwei stuff this thing into the carriage?
"Brother Wei, the front and back are blocked! We are here to attract their attention, you go from the back!" A thug hurriedly ran down from the second floor, his face covered in blood.

His scalp was turned over, revealing his bones, but he acted as if he didn't feel it.

"Why are you walking? There are people in front of you, but no one behind you?" Chen Zhengwei's mouth was almost grinning to his ears: "I want to see how many people they have ambushed. Are they really not afraid of death?"

"Take it!"

Chen Zhengwei stuffed the machine gun into Mazai's arms. Mazai almost couldn't hold it and his face turned red before he stopped himself from dropping the gun on the ground.

Without the support, the empty gun weighs 23 kilograms. A belt of ammunition contains 250 rounds of bullets, weighing 8.175 kilograms.

The whole gun plus two ammunition belts weighs 40 kilograms.

In Chen Zhengwei's hands, it was like nothing and had no effect at all.

However, only when I held it in my arms did I realize how heavy it was.

Seeing this, the other thugs rushed over to help him hold on, and several of them were shocked.

The boss's strength is almost as strong as a grizzly bear.

The body shape is similar too.

Chen Zhengwei walked to the door, pounced into the carriage, and dragged back a box with two bullet belts inside.

Four belts, 1000 rounds of ammunition.

When the opponent rushes up after a while, I will show him what a meat grinder is.

Chen Zhengwei then looked around. He thought that this theater was relatively large, so he took action here directly and asked his men to clear the ambush here.

The theater covers an area of more than 600 square meters and occupies two floors.

With such a large area, there is no need to worry even if the other party drops explosives.

Chen Zhengwei glanced around and saw that many staff members were huddled in the corner with guns pointed at them.

There were even a few wealthy people who arrived early.

After all, with that decent clothing and fat face, he didn't look like a theater staff member, but rather someone who came to support poor and aspiring female dancers.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! I am sorry to disturb your pleasant night!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Don't disturb..." Several wealthy people bravely forced a smile.

The moment he saw Chen Zhengwei, he knew who this was.

"This is a personal grudge and has nothing to do with you. You can leave!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Those people looked at each other and no one dared to move.

After all, the gun is pointed at them.

Moreover, Chen Zhengwei is notoriously violent.

"I said you can leave now! Don't you want to leave?" Chen Zhengwei asked while smoking a cigar. "Thank you! Thank you!" Everyone thanked them quickly, and the staff ran out quickly.

However, the wealthy men hesitated and walked behind. One of them wanted to leave quickly, but was pulled back by the others and fell behind.

Then I heard the sound of gunfire outside.

Some of the staff who ran out were beaten to death on the spot and fell on the street.

The rest of the people screamed in fear and ran back.

"Wow, the U.S. Army is so cruel? Not only do they want to kill me, they want to kill you too?" Chen Zhengwei looked surprised.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to stand it!"

"No, look, there's not only the army outside, but also the militia! Is your Texas militia responsible for internal affairs? I thought they were here to protect you." Chen Zhengwei joked.

"Mr. Chen, we can't go outside..." Those rich men had sad faces and their legs were shaking.

"That means the Army and the Texas Militia are going to kill you all! To silence you!" Chen Zhengwei said with a click of his tongue:
"But can you answer me a question, how did those ambushes end up upstairs?"

The few surviving staff members immediately looked at a man in gentleman's suit, who was the theater manager.

"Sir, I don't know what they are going to do. It was the boss's order!" said the theater manager with a pale face.

"Don't know? That's fine!" Chen Zhengwei suddenly realized. "You really can't make the decision on this matter!"

"Thank you, thank you," the theater manager thanked repeatedly as if he had been pardoned.

Da da da!
The bodies of the theater manager and several other staff members fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Guess whether I believe it or not?" The submachine gun in Chen Zhengwei's hand was still emitting a faint blue smoke.

"I don't believe it!"

The others all looked pale and trembling all over.

Chen Zhengwei then lowered his gun and looked at the remaining people.

Now only a few wealthy people and a few theater ballerinas are left.

These ballerinas really don't know anything.

It can also be used to accuse the US government.

The same goes for those wealthy people. It’s obvious at first glance that they don’t have much status, otherwise they wouldn’t be here at this time.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person! I always do things fairly and won't implicate other people."

"Since you can't leave, just hide first!"

"Find two rooms for them to hide!"

Those people carefully peeked at Chen Zhengwei while following the thugs to hide in the room.

Chen Zhengwei was very dissatisfied with their skeptical attitude, as he always kept his word.

If they say let them go, then they will definitely be let go.

Unless he remembers something else and wants to kill them, then that's it.

"Some of you stay here, and some of you go to the second floor. Guard the back door for me!"

"You should also find a place to hide!" Chen Zhengwei said to Cicely DuPont again.

"We must be fine, right?" Cicely Dupont was indeed frightened just now. After all, two familiar bodyguards died in front of her.

Looking at Chen Zhengwei's relaxed expression at this moment, he suddenly felt relieved.

"What could possibly happen?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, snatched the machine gun from the henchman's hand, pulled off a belt of ammunition and threw it to the henchman, then fastened the other belt.

The 30-plus kilogram machine gun and ammunition looked like paper toys in his hands.

Chen Zhengwei swung it twice. This thing is quite suitable for hitting people.

It's just that the barrel of the gun can't withstand such torment.

……

At the same time, the sound of footsteps outside was gradually approaching.

On the street, groups of soldiers approached here with guns raised.

Soon, gunshots were heard simultaneously on the second floor and outside. Several thugs on the second floor fired a volley of bullets, knocked down a row of soldiers, crouched down to change magazines, and stood up again to shoot.

At the same time, teams of elite soldiers armed with Winchester rapid-fire rifles continued to approach through buildings on both sides of the street.

Then aim at the second floor.

When Chen Zhengwei's men opened fire again, fire snakes also spewed out from the corners of the walls and behind the pillars on the street. A large amount of smoke rose, completely blocking the vision of the army soldiers.

Before those thugs could react, they were shot several times and died on the balcony.

The army soldiers waved their fists excitedly and whistled.

The last time the army fought a war with Chen Zhengwei, they suffered a crushing defeat due to their weapons.

Now they have the same weapons.

And so many people surrounded and killed 50 people.

We can definitely hang that yellow monkey!

Then they pulled the cleaning rods from their waists and quickly cleaned the muzzles of their guns. Even if they were not cleaned thoroughly, it could reduce the chances of problems in the next round of shooting.

Soon, a few more thugs stood on the balcony and shot down, throwing grenades at the same time.

Both sides opened fire on each other and people kept falling to the ground.

Before long, problems began to arise with the Winchester rapid-fire rifles in the army's hands. Bullets began to fly to unknown locations, then jammed, and one person's gun even exploded.

They were so angry that they started cursing.

However, Chen Zhengwei's men also suffered many casualties, after all, the other side had too many people.

At this time, Chen Zhengwei's men also discovered the problem and hurried downstairs.

"Brother Wei, this is bad! They also have submachine guns! They look like they are copied from ours, the bullets are different, and there is a lot of smoke when they fire."

"Copy ours? Have you paid the patent fee?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows, moved his ears, and pointed the submachine gun at the door with one hand.

As soon as the two militia soldiers stuck their heads out, they were shot in the head.

"I see!"

Chen Zhengwei calculated that the time was about up, so he threw the submachine gun to the other men and walked towards the door with the machine gun. There were three grenades in his hand, and he bit off the pull rings and threw them out of the door.

The moment the grenade left his hand, he had three more grenades in his hand and threw them to the other side of the door.

The militia soldiers who were approaching the theater gate saw something flying out of the door, and several iron pieces fell to the ground and rolled continuously, rolling directly to their feet.

Boom boom boom!
Accompanied by a violent explosion, Chen Zhengwei, with a grim smile on his face, picked up the machine gun, stepped forward and pulled the trigger.

Da da da da da da!

Unlike the sound of a submachine gun, the sound of a machine gun firing is louder and duller due to the large-caliber ammunition.

Countless bullets were fired from the muzzle, and everything within Chen Zhengwei's sight was violently torn apart as the muzzle of his gun turned.

The torrent of bullets swept through, and the human body looked like it was being cut by an invisible sickle, or like wheat being harvested.

Arms, broken bones, and shattered heads flew everywhere, and rows of people were shattered into pieces as a mist of blood exploded from their bodies.

The bullets hit the stone pillars and walls, and they quickly fell apart.

A single brick wall cannot stop a 7.92mm bullet at close range.

Texas is located in the subtropics, and most buildings are single-story brick walls or even wooden boards that can be torn up like paper.

Only the double-layer brick pillars could provide some resistance, but they were soon peeled off layer by layer and shattered under the torrent of bullets.

(End of this chapter)