Da da da. "A police helicopter was hovering above the entrance and exit of the Red Cross Tunnel. Li Shaoze, with a headset on his ear, reached out to push the door open, picked up a telescope and looked at the ground below.
The entrance and exit were jammed into a sea of cars, and four pedestrian machines were "bulldozing" in the middle. The scene was as intense as it could be.
When he locked his eyes on He Ying, it happened to be the time when Song Zijie shot He Ying as a warning.
"Ajie, you did a good job."
"The Flying Tigers will take over your actions on the ground in two minutes and continue to be on alert." Li Shaoze received a phone call report at the General Administration Office as soon as the battle began.
Immediately, without any hesitation, he directly took the helicopter from the rooftop of the General Administration to the sky and came to the scene in person to direct and supervise the battle.
At the same time, the Flying Tigers also received orders from the station and dispatched three teams of troops, fully armed, and rushed to the scene in a total of five helicopters.
Song Zijie looked up at the sky and saw a white police helicopter hovering overhead, followed by five black helicopters, which began to descend in the distance.
The white plane belongs to "Brother One" and the black plane belongs to the Flying Tigers.
Li Shaoze is currently planning to stay in the sky and watch the show, and obviously has no intention of landing. The Flying Tigers have already begun to search for a suitable landing location on the territory and are preparing to provide fire support to the Intelligence Section.
"Yes, sir." Song Zijie responded solemnly and immediately continued to dispatch police officers at the scene to let them continue to persist.
As the helicopter echelon appeared, the huge sound of propeller speed echoed on the ground of the red tunnel.
He Ying, Yuan Long, Nie Hu and others suddenly raised their heads, feeling a little heavy when they saw the helicopter.
The appearance of the helicopter means that the police have invested more force into the scene.
"Agou, Ahu, fight quickly!" Zhao Yuanlong held the sword in one hand and stabbed back and forth, counting down in his mind. As long as the fighting continues for two minutes, he will immediately run away with his brothers.
Unfortunately, this is the best opportunity to deal with He Ying.
If we continue to struggle, things are likely to become more and more complicated.
"I understand, brother." Sa Mastiff and Nie Hu didn't know what a helicopter was, but when they saw something flying in the sky, they inevitably felt a sense of crisis in their hearts.
Can people still control things to fly in the sky?
This is beyond their comprehension.
At this time, He Ying exchanged injuries for injuries, and then took Zhao Yuanlong's sword, one person and one whip, and whipped the three people off the roof of the truck.
"boom!"
The iron gate at the truck door was cut off during the battle, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
A Mongolian horse with snow-white hair sneezed, shook its tail, and walked out of the carriage step by step.
They didn't expect that the truck was a transport truck used by the Hong Kong Jockey Club to transport racehorses. The horses inside were so beautiful in shape and shape.
He Ying jumped off the roof of the car without hesitation, sat down on the horse, clamped his legs tightly around the white horse's belly, raised his iron whip and slapped the ground: "Hold it!"
There was a spark on the ground.
A horse racing saddle, horse hooves, everything is available, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a war horse under He Ying's crotch!
"Da da da!"
Stimulated by the sound of the whip, the white horse immediately let go and rushed towards Zhao Yuanlong and others in front.
"No!" Zhao Yuanlong's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "I'll stop him, and you kill the horse!"
"Yes, brother." Sa Mastiff and Nie Hu also had sudden changes in their expressions, and were surprised by the sound of the horses' hooves.
Whether a warrior has horses or does not have horses are completely different concepts.
What's more, He Ying is the battlefield veteran with the best riding skills among the four?
If he had a big dragon-tiger gun in his hand now, he would definitely poke a hole in their body and be unable to hit them.
But just dancing on an iron rope still has a lot of opportunities for the three of them.
Of course, if you want to kill He Ying on the spot, you must first kill He Ying's horse. Zhao Yuanlong asked his two younger brothers to be responsible for chopping the horses, while he took over the most dangerous task and flew to meet the enemies on horseback.
"Da." Zhao Yuanlong turned around and kicked on the car, then used the force to turn around and kill He Ying on the horse.
Sa Mastiff and Nie Hu, one of them bent down and brandished a sword, the other raised his axe, all attacking at the four hooves of the white horse.
Li Shaoze held a telescope and was still leaning on the helicopter, watching the changes in the underground fighting with interest.
"Damn, the horses are out."
"Prestigious enough."
The strong wind in the air was blowing Li Sir's short hair, but He Ying's long hair was flying underground, and he was wielding an iron whip to fight in all directions.
However, in the distance of the red tunnel, a black figure wrapped in a cloak was moving rapidly through the traffic. That was not the Flying Tigers. The Flying Tigers had just landed on the ground, and were even further away from the entrance of the Red Tunnel.
This figure is the Black Man...
After receiving the order from Sir Li, Heixia quickly arranged his work and temporarily left the experimental island.
I just didn't expect that the two sides would take action so quickly. His speedboat was already opened as soon as it docked! As a result, he arrived at the scene slightly late.
Fortunately, the fight was not over yet, and Heixia still had time to save the situation.
"boom!"
When He Ying whipped Zhao Yuanlong's attack on the ground, Sa Mastiff cut off the left hoof of the white horse's forelimb with a knife, and Nie Hu cut off the right hoof of the white horse's forelimb with an axe.
The blood-white war horse fell to the concrete in an instant, and its head scratched a bloody mark.
He fell off his horse in an instant, fell down several times, and fell to the ground in a daze.
"He Ying!"
Zhao Yuanlong shouted and stabbed his chest with a sword. The figure on the ground showed no reaction.
"Brother!"
Sa Mastiff and Nie Hu followed closely and shouted, seemingly to dissuade Zhao Yuanlong from showing mercy, but in fact they were reminding Zhao Yuanlong that another enemy was attacking.
"Poof!"
A black figure landed in front of He Ying, and the glove in his hand hit Zhao Yuanlong's face directly.
"Crack!"
Zhao Yuanlong's black mask was cracked in half and his nose was collapsed. He just relied on his strength to take a punch.
Black Man will not allow anyone in Hong Kong to act arrogantly while wearing a mask.
If you want to wear it, he can only wear it!
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!" Zhao Yuanlong was furious and stabbed three times in a row with blood on his face. However, each sword could not penetrate the "Black Man"'s tight leather jacket, and not even a white spot could be poked out.
There was a trace of ridicule in Xu Xi's pupils under the mask, just like a city dweller in the 1980s who looked at country bumpkins entering the city with disdain.
"Crack!"
He reached out his hands at the same time, grabbed Zhao Yuanlong's head and twisted it hard, twisting Zhao Yuanlong's neck. The whole process was neat and tidy and took less than a second.
At this time, Zhao Yuanlong was like a robot that turned off the power. He instantly became unresponsive and fell straight to the ground.
"Brother!"
The previous words of Sa Mastiff and Nie Hu were reminders, but now they were screaming at the top of their lungs.
The two men abandoned He Ying with their weapons and chopped at Xu Xi with grief and anger.
(End of chapter)
