Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 210
Tu Huanhuan succeeded in one blow, and immediately leaned back, raised his leg and slammed into the gunman's lower abdomen with a knee, knocking him back half a step, and the head hammer also missed.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked the shooter in the chest, took advantage of the momentum to backflip, and stepped back.

Two bayonets were drawn out of the body with two fountains of blood spurting from the blood tank.

The gunman took two steps back from being kicked, but his expression remained unchanged, he raised his gun and aimed at Tu Beihuan who was backing away.

Suddenly, a hand pressed on the barrel of his gun and pressed it down.

A woman with short hair and a cold face appeared beside him, looked at the receding Tu Huanhuan, and said coldly, "Captain will live."

Hearing this, the gunman lowered his gun and suddenly coughed.

Tu Huanhuan's two knives pierced his lungs, and blood foam overflowed from the incision on his chest and from his mouth and nose.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and threw the gun to the woman: "For the organization."

The woman took the gun and nodded expressionlessly.

Tu Beihuan looked down at the color of the blood remaining on the blade, with a look of surprise on his face.

The red one is human?But why didn't he respond at all when he was plugged in?

The gunman drew a foot-long dogleg knife from his waist and strode towards him.

Tu Beihuan sneered, and flicked his left hand, a knife flower appeared, and the bayonet in his hand was replaced by an overhand grip.

Actually abandoning the gun and not using it, want to fight with the knife?Who gave you the courage?
When I played with the knife, you were not born yet!
The gunman sprinted in stride, had already come to the front, raised his hand and slashed down.

Tu Beihuan watched the blade fall, and suddenly took a step sideways, narrowly dodging the blow.

Holding the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, he swiped it upwards obliquely, and wiped it on the gunman's wrist. The sharp blade directly cut off the gunman's tendons.

As soon as the five fingers were loosened, the gunman was immediately unable to hold the knife, and the dog-leg knife dropped his hand, flew out in a circle, and cut into the ground in front of him.

Tu Beihuan was a little disappointed. The gunman's performance without fear of pain reminded him of the leader's personal guards. They were also a group of monsters who were not afraid of pain or death.

But obviously, apart from the same ignorance of pain, the gunman was far behind the leader's personal guard in terms of strength and speed.

With a blank expression on his face, the shooter withdrew his right hand, raised his knee and kicked with a whip.

Tu Huanhuan stabbed out with his left hand, the blade directly rubbed against the bone seam, and pierced through his knee.

Pulling hard to the waist, the gunman lost his balance and was pulled closer by him.

Taking a step forward, Tu Huanhuan leaned sideways to the gunman's arms, pierced his abdomen with his right hand holding the bayonet behind him, and swung upwards.

The sharp blade directly sliced ​​through the gunman's abdominal cavity, and stopped until it touched the sternum.

The gunman's strong abdominal muscles wrapped the internal organs and did not let them pour down, but the blood still gushed out like a gate.

"For organization!"

The gunman's expression became a little distorted. He suddenly stretched out his good left hand and pinched Tu Huanhuan's right hand. The other left hand with a severed tendon raised it and hugged him directly around his neck.

Tu Huanhuan was caught with his right hand. He immediately chose to draw the knife in his left hand, but the shooter bent his right leg and stuck his blade with a bone.

Behind the gunman, hurried footsteps appeared, but it was the short-haired woman who was rushing toward them like a nimble leopard.

Tu Beihuan clenched the bayonet in his left hand, twisted it twice, and lifted it upwards. The blade directly twisted off the shooter's patella, and then escaped from the trap.

But his right hand was still tightly held by the gunman.

Raising the knife with his left hand, he stabbed towards the gunman's temple.

Suddenly raising his head, the gunman avoided the temple, but the blade pierced directly through his right cheek, passed through his mouth, and protruded from his left cheek.

The gunman suddenly closed his mouth and bit his blade firmly.

Tu Huanhuan felt a little uncomfortable. The shooter was recklessly exchanging injuries for injuries, which was quite a bit of the style of a leader's personal guard.

Seeing the short-haired woman approaching, Tu Beihuan's eyes flashed fiercely, he let go of the handle of the knife, and punched the gunman on the chin.

The huge force directly broke his right mandible, and the gunman's mouth loosened, and he could no longer clenched it tightly.

Holding the handle of the knife again, Tu Huanhuan pushed the knife forward. The sharp blade directly cut off the gunman's bite muscle, opened his esophagus, and then removed his entire tongue and jaw.

The short-haired woman rushed forward, holding a dagger, and leaned over to stab him.

Tu Huanhuan jumped back, but the gunman still held onto his right hand tightly, and was led forward by him to lie down.

"Ho ho..."

The gunman couldn't speak any more, he could only spit out gusts of hot air from his throat, but his eyes were still fixed on Tu Huanhuan.

Damn, people who are not afraid of pain are really troublesome!

Tu Beihuan dragged the gunman, took another two steps back, dodged the short-haired woman's dagger, and fell to sit next to the dog's leg knife stuck in the ground.

Throwing aside the bayonet in his left hand, he drew out the dogleg knife and chopped off the shooter's left hand.

But after it was cut off, the left hand was still tightly gripping his wrist and did not let go.

The short-haired woman rushed in front of him again, leaped high, and kicked him in the face.

Tu Beihuan dodged to dodge, and the woman had already landed beside him, the dagger in her hand drew an elliptical trajectory, and stabbed him in the neck.

when!
Tu Beihuan raised the dog-leg knife, the dagger stabbed the knife, and there was a sound of gold and iron. He took the opportunity to raise his right hand and stab forward, but the woman turned over and avoided the blade, and the distance between the two opened again.

Boom!

Da da da!
Not far away, two other gunmen rushed to the trading vehicle and shot and killed the drug dealers who were blinded by the flash bombs.

After the short-haired woman got out of the way, she didn't pursue anymore, but asked coldly, "Are you waiting for us?"

Tu Bei laughed happily, and said, "Killed a dozen of our subordinates, do you think you won't leave anything behind?"

The short-haired woman stared at him: "We didn't leave anyone alive."

"Dead people can talk too."

Tu Huanhuan took out a small plastic bag from his pocket, which contained the same blue crystal as in the lockbox.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "Your purpose is to be happy, right? After taking so many back, have you researched anything?"

"Where's your headquarters? Tell me, and I'll make your death easier."

The short-haired woman said blankly.

"Hahaha!"

Tu Beihuan laughed loudly, then shook his head and sighed: "Ants are just ants, you have no idea how much trouble you have caused."

He looked at the woman playfully, and said, "Why don't you tell me who you are working for, and I can let you live."

The short-haired woman pressed down on her waist, pulled out a black and flexible long whip, and shook it in the air. The tip of the whip made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, but above it was inlaid with a short blade that was only three inches long. Under the reflection, the surface seems to have a layer of blue oil paint floating on it.

"act recklessly."

Tu Beihuan sneered: "It's getting late, since you won't tell me, then I don't need to play here with you."

He took out a simple copper whistle from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard.

哨！
A strange sharp sound came out, and not far away, in the shadows behind the gunmen who were shooting the drug dealers, humanoid monsters covered with disgusting sarcoids suddenly emerged one after another, rushing towards them.

(End of this chapter)