Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The smiling tiger hid behind the crowd, watching Lin Tian chop down one person with an axe and kick another away, his face growing paler and paler.

The henchmen fell like wheat being harvested, their blood splattering everywhere, their screams echoing across the ground.

His hands were trembling, but he still raised the gun.

"Kid, go to hell!"

"Bang!"

The bullet burst from the barrel and shot straight into Lin Tian's back.

Lin Tian didn't even turn his head, and swung the axe behind him.

"when!"

Sparks flew as the bullet was blasted away and embedded in a nearby pillar.

The factory fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Lin Tian.

Catching bullets with an axe?

Is this guy even human?

The smiling tiger's face turned pale, and he subconsciously took a step back, his hands trembling even more violently.

He refused to believe it and raised his gun again.

"Kid, die!"

"Bang bang bang!"

He fired three shots in quick succession.

Lin Tian turned around, his axe flashing in his hand.

"Clang! Clang!!"

Three crisp sounds rang out as three bullets were accurately deflected. One of them bounced back, grazing the smiling tiger's ear before embedding itself in the wall.

Smiling Tiger's legs went weak, and he almost sat down on the ground.

Her ears were burning with pain; when she touched them, they were covered in blood. Looking at Lin Tian, ​​her lips trembled.

"This is impossible... impossible..."

Didn't we agree that the gun would be fast and accurate within seven steps?

Why isn't it working anymore?

The crow's expression changed as well.

He retreated to the wall, his hand holding the knife trembling.

Being able to split one bullet can be considered luck; splitting two bullets can be considered coincidence; but what about three or four?

That's real skill.

He was afraid.

Even when facing the eldest camel, he was never afraid.

But this child chilled him to the bone.

"Don't be afraid, everyone!"

The crow cackled, "This is just a lucky break! Let's all attack and kill him!"

Nobody moved.

The underlings looked at each other and huddled together in place.

Their lives are their own; they don't want to die.

The seven or eight corpses on the ground were still lying there, their blood still wet.

Whoever goes in will die.

Lin Tian glanced around at the timid thugs, a disdainful smile playing on his lips: "Scared already?"

He slung the axe over his shoulder, and with his other hand, he pulled a submachine gun from behind his back, its dark muzzle pointed at the smiling tiger.

"You seemed to be having a good time just now, so here you go."

The smiling tiger's pupils contracted sharply.

I wanted to run, but my legs felt like they were made of lead.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but couldn't open his mouth.

But in the end, the will to survive prevailed over fear.

"Don't kill me, I was wrong, please spare my life, I have money... I..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!"

The submachine gun spat out a string of fire, and bullets rained down like a storm.

The smiling tiger's body trembled violently under the impact of the bullets, and blood mist exploded from his body.

His mouth was open, but he could no longer make a sound. He fell straight down, his eyes still open, dying with his eyes wide open.

"Who else?"

Lin Tian, ​​gun in hand, glanced at his underlings huddled in the corner and shouted.

No one dared to answer.

No one dared to move.

While he was speaking, the crow suddenly swooped to the side, rolled on the ground, and hid behind the wall.

The henchmen realized what was happening and followed his example. Some hid behind pillars, some ran behind machines, and some rushed straight to the door.

Want to run?

Since you've come, then stay.

Lin Tian raised his submachine gun and opened fire on the fleeing figures.

"Da da da da da—"

The bullets chased after the thugs, and they fell one after another.

Some had just reached the door when they were shot in the back and fell to the ground.

Some hid behind pillars, were pierced by bullets, and rolled out screaming; others were too slow and were riddled with bullets.

The gunfire stopped.

The factory was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Several more corpses lay on the ground.

The crow hid behind the wall, panting heavily.

His face was deathly pale, his hands were trembling, and his legs were shaking.

Having been a thug for so many years, I've slashed people, been slashed myself, been to jail, and seen all sorts of things.

But never before have I been so afraid that I don't even dare to show my face.

Who uses submachine guns in a shootout?

You're probably not a bandit, are you?

Footsteps sounded.

Very light, very slow.

But every step he took landed precisely on his heart.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

Crow's heart was in his throat. He gripped the machete tightly, his palms sweating so much that the handle was soaked.

The footsteps stopped.

Stop behind the wall where he was hiding.

"Come out, Raven, I know you're here."

Lin Tian's icy voice rang out.

Crow gritted its teeth, suddenly rushed out from behind the wall, raised its machete high, and aimed it at Lin Tian's head.

An axe came at him.

"when!"

The machete was knocked away, spun a few times in the air, and landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

The crow's tiger's mouth was split open, dripping with blood, and its entire arm was numb. Its eyes were filled with fear and despair as it looked at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian looked down at him: "Do you know why I came to find you?"

The crow's lips trembled as it said, "I...I don't know..."

Lin Tian said coldly, "Since you don't know, there's no need to know. Be more careful in your next life."

"No! Don't kill me!"

The crow's voice changed tone, becoming sharp like a pig being slaughtered. "I am the crow of Dongxing. My boss is Camel. If you kill me, he won't let you off the hook."

"Tung Sing won't let you get away with this, and neither will the entire Hong Kong underworld."

The axe fell.

"puff!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The head rolled to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped next to the smiling tiger's corpse.

Two pairs of eyes met, as if they were having a final, silent conversation.

The factory fell silent again.

Lin Tian shook the blood off his axe, looked around, and saw that all twenty-odd people were dead.

He turned around and glanced at the little stutterer who had fainted on the ground, with red marks on her neck from being pinched by crows.

Lin Tian walked over, looked down at her, and then turned and walked towards the territory of Crow and Smiling Tiger.

Killing someone without touching the body is tantamount to killing them in vain.

The crow and the smiling tiger are secretly selling flour; they must make a lot of money.

He didn't care about the money.

After all, I have money now.

But the flour cannot be kept.

The crows' territory was on Temple Street, on the second floor of an old building. There was no sign at the entrance, only an iron gate that was tightly closed.

Lin Tian didn't go through the door; he went straight through the wall.

Inside was a large room, dimly lit and filled with smoke.

Several thugs were playing cards around a table, which was piled with loose change and beer bottles.

Two people were lying on the sofa, smoking something, their expressions dazed.

"Who?"

One of the thugs heard the noise and looked up.

Lin Tian emerged from the shadows.

The thugs were stunned.

He was terrified when he saw the still-dripping axe in his hand.

"Who...who are you? How did you get in?"

Lin Tian did not answer, but simply looked around.

There were several small boxes stacked together in the room's drawer.

He walked over, opened the bag, and saw that it contained bags of white powder, neatly stacked.