Chapter 251 Thanks for your reminder You should know that Hutchison Security's gun license clearly states that only handguns are allowed to be legally possessed. As a law-abiding citizen of Hong Kong Island, Lin Zehao naturally abides by the rules. After all, a pistol with a twenty-one-inch barrel is considered a pistol. After seeing a gangster being shot in the head, Chen Guoqiang immediately said, "Look, I said Brother Hao's skills are very impressive. This is at least a hundred meters away. Shooting him in the head with a pistol is not an easy task." Everyone present was an experienced veteran, and they all nodded in agreement. There was a hint of respect and awe in the looks they gave Lin Zehao. Everyone knows in their hearts that if they follow such a big boss and work hard, they will eventually succeed. If you try to be clever, you may not even know how you died in the end. At the same time, He Yaodong pushed Wu Feitou's headless body away, wiped his face, and cursed: "Wu Feitou, Wu Feitou, you have no head now, right?" Seeing this, Fei Gu immediately handed over a roll of gauze and said, "Brother Dadong, wipe it." Back then, the six of them came to Hong Kong Island from the mainland with great ambition and confidence. Unexpectedly, a target shooter died just because of landing.
Now, Bazhong and Wuyingtou also died in front of their eyes. Only the leader He Yaodong, him, and the raw chicken beside him were left. Six people came and three went back. Although you can earn a lot of money, isn’t the price a bit too high? Fei Gu thought so, but her face did not show it at all, and she looked quite sad. He Yaodong wiped his face several times, thought for a moment, waved to Shengji and Feigu, and said in a low voice: "I originally thought that Lin Zehao was just an ordinary wealthy businessman from Hong Kong Island. I didn't expect that not only did all his bodyguards carry guns, but their combat quality was also so high." "After fighting for such a long time, we only injured a few of the enemy and didn't kill any of them." "Now there are only three of us left. I decided to redistribute the previous proportions. What do you two think?" At first I thought it was a pie-in-the-sky deal, but once I started to work on it I found out that it was as difficult as hell. However, things have come to this point, even if He Yaodong regrets it in his heart, there is no turning back. He could only put aside his sadness, which was not much to begin with, and think about how to maximize his benefits. Fatty and Shengji looked at each other and noticed the greed in each other's eyes. After considering her words, Fei Gu asked, "I wonder how Dadong plans to divide the money?" Shengji didn't say anything, but the flash in his eyes was enough to tell it all. He Yaodong noticed the expressions of the two men and said, "If we divide it according to the previous method, you two will only get 170,000..." "So, I decided to take one million, and the remaining seven hundred thousand will be divided equally between the two of you, so each of you will get three hundred and fifty thousand." "What do you two think of this profit-sharing ratio?" He Yaodong is not a good man. If he was an honest man, he would not have brought people out to serve as provincial and Hong Kong flag soldiers. Now that this great opportunity was in front of him, how could he resist?
Moreover, what he was thinking just now was revealed by the black fly. Even if he was not killed by the other party, He Yaodong would never let him go. Fatty and Raw Chicken nodded without any hesitation and said, "It's all up to Brother Dadong to arrange. We will follow you to the death." Seventeen thousand turned into thirty-five thousand, almost doubling the profit, so they naturally would not refuse it. As for No. 8 Middle School and Wuyingtou, we can only blame them for their bad luck. Before He Yaodong could continue speaking, Ruan De stood up and ran forward with ten grenades in his hand. He shouted angrily and threw them forward with all his strength. Ama, who had been quietly waiting for an opportunity, saw Ruan De's exposed body. Without any hesitation, he immediately turned the gun and pulled the trigger! Zhang Shaozu, who was not far away, did not miss this godsend opportunity and kept pulling the trigger with extremely fast hand speed. Bang bang bang! A series of gunshots rang out, like the sonata of death, making everyone's heart tremble. Ruan De maintained the throwing posture, but strange blood flowers burst out of his body and his body kept shaking as if sifting chaff. He stretched out his hand and wanted to say something, but when he moved his mouth, only blood flowed out. "elder brother……" After using up all his strength and barely uttering a word, Ruan De fell straight to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he was no longer able to breathe. "what!!!" Ruan Sheng held Ruan De's body, roared to the sky, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. At this moment, he was no longer a brutal, cold-blooded and ruthless professional mercenary. He's just a poor, helpless man whose brother just died. Seeing this, He Yaodong sneered in his heart, and without bothering to comfort the other party, he directly raised the AK-47 in his hand and pulled the trigger at the grenade that was lying quietly under the Rolls-Royce. In an instant, the gunpowder generated powerful kinetic energy, pushing the bullet towards the target. In just a blink of an eye, the bullet hit the grenade and detonated it directly. The energy generated by the explosion of ten homemade grenades was earth-shattering. At this moment, the ground was shaking. The Rolls-Royce, which had thick explosion-proof steel plates under the car, was lifted off the ground by the huge force. After flying about two meters, it fell heavily to the ground with a sound that made people's teeth ache. Then, the engine compartment caught fire, emitting billowing black smoke, choking the people around and making them unable to open their eyes. After a while, the Rolls-Royce was engulfed in flames and made a huge explosion! In an instant, the scene became chaotic, with cries and screams filling every corner of the field. Citizens are complaining about the Hong Kong government's inaction, but there has been no change in the current situation. The explosion and the growing fire swallowed up their already limited hope and pushed them into a bottomless abyss. He Yaodong and others stared intently, and after making sure that no one got out of the car, they quickly told their men to leave. Shengji took a look at the bodies of Bazhong and Wuyingtou, feeling somewhat reluctant, and asked, "Brother Dadong, are we just leaving like this?" "Their two bodies..." In their hometown, there has always been a tradition of returning to one's roots, and it is believed that the body of anyone who dies in a foreign land must be brought back to his hometown for burial. Otherwise, the soul will not find peace, will not be able to go to the underworld to reincarnate, and will remain a wandering ghost forever.
But before Shengji could finish his words, He Yaodong picked up the AK-47, pointed it at the pale face of No. Middle School, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation. After a few gunshots, the face of No. 8 Middle School turned into a pool of rotten flesh. His facial features had long disappeared, and even his bones were broken. In this case, not to mention his familiar friends, even if his mother came, she probably wouldn't recognize him. "It's a good thing you reminded me. Otherwise, if the Hong Kong Island police knew what Bazhong looked like, we might be at risk of being exposed." After doing all this, He Yaodong's expression did not change at all, as if he had just done something insignificant. Seeing such a scene, Shengji felt cold all over and even had goose bumps on his body. He forced an ugly smile and waved his hand, saying, "This is... what I should do..." The fat girl on the side turned her head away without saying anything, with an expression that showed she was still frightened. I don’t know when it started, but the relationship between these comrades who used to talk about everything seems to have become a symbol of money. He Yaodong and his men fought and retreated at the same time. During the retreat, Shengji was shot in the thigh. Blood immediately gushed out like a faucet, directly dyeing his black pants red. "what!" "My legs! My legs!" "Save me, save me quickly!" The raw chicken fell to the ground uncontrollably, despair written all over his face, the AK-47 in his hand kept firing bullets, and his words were full of pleading. Thinking of the fate of No. 8 Middle School and Wuyingtou, Shengji's body began to tremble wildly, and his heart was filled with fear. He didn't want to become a faceless corpse, lying on the cold land of a foreign land, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. After He Yaodong took a look at the raw chicken thigh, he cast an inquiring look at Fei Gu. Seeing this, Shengji cast a pleading look at Feigu. If the conditions were not allowing it, he would probably kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg. He knew that the key to his survival lay in Fatty. Fei Gu squatted down and pretended to check the chicken's injury. Then she said to He Yaodong, "It's not a big problem. After taking out the bullet, you can bandage it and leave." Fei Gu also understood that if she revealed the fact that Sheng Ji was seriously injured, she would most likely be killed by He Yaodong. Although it seems that if there is one less person, he will get more money, but what if He Yaodong is still not satisfied and wants to keep the money for himself? By that time, Fat Gu was alone and weak, and probably no match for He Yaodong. Therefore, he must find an ally for himself to ensure that he can get his share of the money smoothly in the end. He Yaodong nodded and said, "You help him to the car first, I'll cover you." After saying this, he threw away the empty magazine, replaced it with a new one, and suppressed the bodyguards who tried to chase him. As for Nguyen Sheng, he and Nguyen Van carried Nguyen Duc's body, put it in the trunk, then immediately started the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and drove away. Although they didn't know why no police officers showed up until now, it didn't stop them from enjoying the money that was about to come into their hands. Looking at the taillights of Ruan Sheng's car going away, He Yaodong cursed a few words, and after firing a magazine, he got into the car and fled the scene in another direction. The two groups of people took different escape routes, which made Huang Zhicheng, who had been waiting for a long time, a little troubled.
After hesitating for a while, he followed in the direction Ruan Wen fled. With no police officers chasing them, Ruan Sheng and He Yaodong escaped easily, found a roadside telephone booth, and began to ask for the balance. Jiang Tiansheng listened to the description on the phone and frowned, "Are you sure Lin Zehao was killed in the explosion?" "If you lie, I won't give you the money." Ruan Sheng's face suddenly changed on the other end of the phone, and his tone became extremely fierce. He said, "I saw with my own eyes that Lin Zehao was hiding in the car and was blown up into the sky by dozens of grenades!" "Even if he was lucky enough not to be killed in the explosion, the car exploded right after it landed, and the fire alone burned for quite some time. He would have probably turned into a pile of ashes by now." "Also, my second brother, Ruan De, also died in this operation, and his body is still in the trunk." "He paid for this money with his life. Do you want to deny it?" Hearing this, Jiang Tiansheng on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before he spoke: "When you are in the world, this day is inevitable. Please accept my condolences." (End of this chapter)