Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 652

"what are you doing!"

The guarded neon soldiers on the second floor found him jumping from the second floor, shouted and asked, and chased him to the railing.

While Lan Ying was still in mid-air, he raised his hand and threw a thin-bladed flying knife.

laugh!
With a slight sound of piercing through the air, the flying knife precisely hit the wrist of the neon soldier who was carrying the copy. He screamed in pain, lost strength in his hand, and the copy fell to the ground.

The neon soldiers found him, and hurriedly turned around and raised their guns to shoot.

boom!Boom!

The blue eagle fell from the sky, landed on the seat in the hall on the first floor, unloaded and rolled, and landed in the seat.

The gun of the Neon soldiers is a standard [-]-cap, and the bullets fired hit the back of the seat, directly creating a big hole, which can penetrate several seats in a row.

Hiding behind the seat, Lan Ying bowed his body and circled quickly, getting up from time to time and throwing throwing knives.

Every time he gets up, there will be neon soldiers screaming and being stabbed, but they are all hands and feet and other non-lethal places.

This is a concession, killing the neon soldiers will bring a lot of trouble.

Fourth Master supported him in robbing the copy by committing a personal risk.

If it brings trouble to fourth master, it will not be worth the loss.

With the help of the cover of the seat, his figure flickered, and he beat dozens of neon soldiers dizzy for a while.

The neon soldiers on the first floor couldn't see his position, but the neon soldiers guarding the second floor could see him clearly.

"Where is he!"

The neon soldier pointed to the position of the blue eagle and gave instructions to the neon soldier below, but it could only distract the attention of the neon soldier below, which was not helpful.

He simply stopped shouting, raised his gun, and began to try to aim at the blue eagle.

Seeing this, Long Si not far away took a puff of his cigarette, flicked the ash down, and shook his wrist violently.

A poker card flew out of his cuff, spun quickly, and flew diagonally behind him.

Spinning around in mid-air, the playing card circled to the right side of the neon soldier, and cut it precisely on his wrist.

"what!"

The neon soldier let out a cry of pain, and with a flick of his wrist, the muzzle of the gun shifted a little.

boom!
The back of the seat in front of Lan Ying's eyes was shot into a puff of smoke, he turned around and threw the knife, directly hitting the trigger finger of the neon soldier.

The thin but sharp throwing knife directly cut off the finger, and the neon soldier let go of the pain, and the gun fell from the second floor.

Lan Ying looked at Long Si, nodded slightly, then leaned over and rushed forward, dodging a wave of concentrated fire.

Sanba Dagai only has five rounds of ammunition. At this moment, many neon soldiers ran out of ammunition in their guns and began to change ammunition in a hurry.

Hearing the sparse gunshots, Lan Ying stood up instantly, raised his hand and threw out the few throwing knives left on his body, and then strode towards the neon soldiers.

There were several screams, and three or four neon soldiers fell to the ground.

Surprised by his bravery, the rest of the neon soldiers were all nervous, and the speed of reloading was greatly reduced.

Those who didn't have time to reload simply picked up their guns and rushed towards Lan Ying, wanting to fight hand-to-hand with Lan Ying with a bayonet.

Dodging around a few times, slashing with the short blade in his hand, those neon soldiers were shot down.

But there are still more than 20 neon soldiers left, and some of them have changed their bullets.

Knowing in his heart that he couldn't stay any longer, Lan Ying took aim at the copy, waved his hand, and suddenly a steel claw flew out from the cuff, and grabbed the copy on the ground.

The steel claws fastened the edge of the copy precisely, and Lan Ying pulled the wire attached to the back of the steel claws, and the steel claws were immediately locked and fastened to death, and he pulled it back.

Raising his hand to catch the copy, Lan Ying didn't hesitate, picked up the copy, and rushed to the window.

The neon soldiers hurriedly raised their guns to shoot, and the bullets bit his body and passed by. Lan Ying rushed to the window, lowered his head and jumped suddenly, the whole person smashed through the window and jumped out.

"Catch him! Don't let him get away!"

The neon officer leading the team shouted angrily, and a group of neon soldiers jumped out of the window and chased in the direction where the blue eagle disappeared.

"Kenjiro Matsumoto! How did you guard the second floor? Why did some Chinese people come down from the second floor?"

The neon officer vented his anger at the guard neon soldiers on the second floor.

Holding his bloody hand, the neon soldier panicked and defended: "I have issued a warning, that Chinese man is too fast, and he jumped down when I warned."

As he was speaking, he suddenly thought of something, pointed at Long Si, and shouted: "That Chinese man is with him! I saw them talking!"

Officer Nihong looked at Long Si, but saw him smoking a cigarette, looking down at him with silent eyes.

"Fool!"

The Nehong officer cursed angrily, pointed at him and ordered: "Bring him down immediately!"

The neon soldiers rushed up to the second floor, pointed their guns at Long Si and shouted: "Go down! Hurry up!"

Breathing out the smoke slowly, Long Si glanced at them indifferently, then got up slowly: "I will go by myself."

Holding Qiangzi by his hand, he walked downstairs.

The neon officer came up to him, pointed at him and shouted, "Where is that Chinese man! Answer me!"

Looking at him contemptuously, Long Si said calmly, "I don't know."

"what!"

The neon officer was furious, and he was about to hit him with his hands.

Long Si suddenly opened his mouth, and said in a very standard neon language in a cold voice: "Consul Neon and I are good friends, if you dare to touch me, you will have to go to the military court!"

The raised hands of the Nihong officer froze, and the expression on his face changed, but he couldn't confirm the truth of Long Si's words for a while.

Putting down his hands bitterly, he ordered to his subordinates: "Take him back!"

His subordinates stepped forward, pointed their guns at Long Si, and escorted him to the door.

The loud gunshot just now scattered the people who were blocking the door. The bullets have no eyes, and it would be no fun if they were accidentally injured by stray bullets.

In addition, people from the patrol room arrived, dispersed them to the opposite side of the road, and vacated the position of the door.

Although they retreated to the opposite side of the road, no one left. They all watched the entrance of the cinema from a distance, guessing what was going on inside.

The gunfire had stopped, the door opened, and two teams of neon soldiers walked out with their guns in hand.

A middle-aged man with a child led a half-child and was escorted out by them.

But the man's face was calm, without the slightest sign of fear, and his courage immediately won the rounds of applause and applause from the onlookers.

"Who is this person? He really has the legacy of Hero Huo!"

This is the praise of the audience who have watched the movie.

"That kid is not bad, if it was my bastard, I'm afraid he would have peed his pants right now!"

"Why are you arresting them?" Someone asked in confusion.

"Who knows? When did these shitty neon people see us Chinese as human beings?"

"If Huo Daxia is alive, kill these bastards!"

There were whispers in the crowd, and there were many people filled with righteous indignation.

Suddenly, the silent Qiangzi who had been following Long Si looked at the crowd and shouted, "Uncle Immortal!"

Shouting in his mouth, he was about to run into the crowd.

"Qiangzi is back!"

Long Si hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled Qiang Zi back.

"Ba Ga! Dare to sneak away?"

A neon soldier came striding forward yelling, raised the butt of his gun, and was about to smash Qiangzi's head.

"you dare!"

Long Si roared angrily, took Qiangzi into his arms, and protected him.

Suddenly, the neon soldier seemed to slip his hand, and the rifle dropped to the ground, the muzzle flipped and aimed at his own arm.

boom!
When the gun was fired, his entire right arm was instantly broken by the fired bullet, and blood gushed out instantly.

"what!"

With a scream, he lay down on the ground, rolled his eyes, and passed out from the pain.

The neon soldiers on the side rushed forward, pressed his broken arm, and frantically rescued and bandaged it.

Qiangzi hid in Long Si's arms, poked out half of his head, looked into the crowd, and searched for something.

Soon, he found the familiar figure in the crowd.

Feinan stood at the front of the crowd, smiled and winked at him, and gestured for him to be calm.

(End of this chapter)