"Team leader!"
Everyone in the Sakai group looked at the speaker in a pool of blood and exclaimed.
Teru Sakai fell to the ground, blood gurgling out, and he was already breathing more out than in.
Yusuke Takahara and the Japanese arrestees in the patrol room also stood blankly on the spot, a little at a loss.
Everything was fine, everyone was dueling, why did they fall?
"Despicable! Someone is plotting against Team Leader Sakai!"
At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted angrily in Japanese.
A word awakened the dreamer. Tadanobu Iwaguchi, one of the Sakai group's "little brothers", was the first to react. His eyes were red and he stood up, holding Sakai Teruita's sword in his hand.
"Kill!"
The neon people on both sides immediately exploded, and started a big fight with various weapons.
The ronin of the Sakai group were not weak in kung fu, and were especially good at weapon fighting. They immediately took the advantage.
Some of them were seen holding sheathed swords, and they were slashing at their heads and faces, causing the Japanese prisoners to panic.
The Japanese prisoners were originally equipped with superior equipment, not to mention having guns, shields, batons and other items that would give them an advantage in armed fighting, but they were caught off guard.
Fortunately, the Japanese prisoners were well trained. Under the leadership of Inspector Takashi Hamada, they quickly formed a formation and lined up to start fighting with the "Sakai Group".
After the Japanese prisoners formed a formation, they gradually recovered their decline and actually fought evenly with the Sakai group.
However, the Japanese arresters still maintained restraint and did not use firearms, otherwise things would have been serious.
Even so, there was blood flying all over the scene, with teeth being found all over the floor, sticks hitting the flesh, punches on the face... all kinds of scenes kept flashing.
Shouts, roars, fractures, screams... all kinds of sounds intertwined together.
In front of the patrol house on Jiaxing Road is already a flesh and blood mill...
The black Dodge Downwind slowly stopped in the distance, and a figure got into the back seat of the car in just a flash.
"Lao Li can do it, but his marksmanship is not bad!"
Ma Xiaoguang, who was in the passenger seat, handed Lao Li a Hardman's Praise.
"Oh, my hands are a bit inconvenient, maybe I can shoot that Sakai in the head!"
Lao Li took the Hardman and put it in his mouth, then nodded and said.
"I said, Lao Li, you are pretending to be thirteen..."
When the fat man heard this, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
"Uh-huh...where is this? I think back then, I used a watermelon knife to cut all the way from Nathan Road to the Star Ferry Pier..."
Lao Li took a long drag on his cigarette and sighed with regret.
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty couldn't help but exchange a look when they heard this.
Then the unbridled laughter of the three people came from the carriage.
Just as there was chaos in front of the patrol house on Jiaxing Road, two men wearing windbreakers and top hats walked into the Licha Hotel.
These two heroes dressed as bombers are Park Jianren and Jin Chuanxi, the elite agents of the Bangzi Kingdom.
The two entered the lobby and went straight to the toilet.
It's not that there was any special reason, just for safety's sake - Ma Xiaoguang had arranged to hide all the spare weapons in the toilet.
Due to the recent tense situation in the concession, the patrols have stepped up their inspections. Moreover, the Licha Hotel is located in Hongkou, and the Japanese arrests and the Neon Intelligence Organization have stepped up their defense.
Although the two heroes had the courage to fight against the sky, they were not bold enough to make fun of their own heads, so they followed the good advice and accepted Ma Xiaoguang's suggestion.
On the ceiling of the men's room, Jin Chuanxi quickly found a canvas bag.
The two men took the cloth bag and hurried to an unlocked tool room nearby to check the weapons.
There were four Browning M1910 pistols, a dozen Neon Army Type 97 grenades, and two MP18 flower traps in the bag. In addition, there were two daggers that shone with cold light.
"This arbitrary door is really good. It has prepared so many weapons for us!"
Jin Chuanxi's eyes sparkled and he sighed with excitement.
"Only true heroes are equipped with so many weapons. These Chinese people know their stuff and know who the real masters are!"
While checking the weapons, Park Jianren corrected his team members' biased understanding.
Both were professional agents and quickly had all their weapons neatly decked out.
"The special envoy is in the suite on the third floor. There are guards in the corridor and at the door. There are probably guards in the room as well."
Jin Chuanxi took out a piece of paper with a floor plan of the third floor, and all the firepower points of the Neon Man were also marked on it.
Without any more words, the two of them quickly walked to the stairwell and walked quickly to the third floor.
As soon as they reached the stairwell on the third floor, their eyes were dazzled when they saw a neon agent wearing a black dress flash out.
Without waiting for the neon man to say anything, Jin Chuanxi took out his dagger and gave this man a chill with a "puff" sound.
The neon agent's eyes widened, and he leaned against the wall and fell to the ground with a very unwilling voice.
Park Jianren didn't say anything, he just gave Jin Chuanxi a thumbs up and gave him a like.
Then the two of them put away the daggers, opened their windbreakers, and took out the shining MP18 flower mechanism.
The two of them walked like flying, and arrived at the corridor in a few quick steps.
The neon guards in the corridor were stunned when they saw the two men in black rushing out in a daze.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
When the guards reacted and prepared to draw their guns, it was already too late. The two flower machines began to output wildly.
For a moment, the corridor was filled with bullets flying like raindrops, and the guards all fell down before they even had a chance to shoot.
The two agents of the great powers of the universe who were cheating all the way quickly walked to the door of the suite.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, Jin Chuanxi picked up the flower trap and fired a series of shots, and Pu Jianren kicked open the door of the suite with a flying kick.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
After the two rushed in, a hail of bullets poured down from their pockets.
There were four guards in the living room of the suite. They didn't care about them at this time. The guns in their hands were also doing crazy output with all their might.
Fortunately, the two agents had quick eyesight and quick hands, and they cooperated tacitly. They turned sideways and hid behind the wall.
After waiting for about a dozen breaths, Park Jianren and Jin Chuanxi exchanged a look and took out the grenade.
He pulled out the safety pin, knocked the grenade against the wall, and threw it into the suite.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two loud noises seemed to shake the entire third floor.
A plume of black smoke immediately erupted from the suite.
The two elite agents took the opportunity to pick up the trap and fired again.
After the firepower was covered, the two rushed into the suite one after the other.
The living room of the suite was in a mess. The four neon guards were covered in blood, their limbs were missing, and they were too dead to die.
After searching the living room, the two rushed into the master bedroom with a flower trap.
As soon as they rushed in, the two men picked up the flower trap and were about to make another output.
But I heard two crisp sounds of the gun bolt: "click" and "click".
Siba!
Out of bullets!
