Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 71: Hand Grenade

Thick smoke billowed, obscuring visibility.

But the footsteps continued, clearly indicating that the few grenades were far from over; these people intended to wipe them out completely.

"Fuck your mother! Who dares to do this?!" Jiang Tiansheng was furious. He had been in the underworld for decades and had seen all kinds of things, but being ambushed with a grenade was a first for him. This was an utter disgrace!

Song Zhaowen quickly scanned his surroundings and lowered his voice: "Don't make a sound!"

Sure enough, hurried but light footsteps came from outside the smoke and dust. There was more than one person, and they were moving quickly and were well-trained, rapidly approaching the bar.

"Brother Kun made his move?" Chan Ho-nam gritted his teeth, tearing off a corner of his shirt and tightly wrapping it around his bleeding arm. The hatred in his eyes almost burned through the smoke. The first person he thought of was Brother Kun; only he had the motive to kill him. Song Zhaowen and Jiang Tiansheng were just unlucky to have been caught in the crossfire.

"It's very likely." Song Zhaowen's face was gloomy. "We just met with Mr. Jiang and they came to kill us. Either we were being followed, or..." He glanced at Chen Yao.

Chen Yao's expression also turned grim, and he hurriedly whispered his protest, "It couldn't be me! I came directly from Mr. Jiang's place, I was very careful on the way, and I'm sure no one was following me!"

"Now is not the time to pursue this!" Jiang Tiansheng interrupted. After all, he was a big shot and quickly calmed down. "Haonan, is there a way out?"

"Yes, follow me!" Without saying a word, Chan Ho-nam crouched down and gestured for everyone to follow. There was a small warehouse behind the bar, with thin walls, facing a narrow alley.

The group acted swiftly.

Jiao Pi was the most seriously injured, and Da Tian Er and Bao Pi supported him on either side.

Just as I moved to the warehouse entrance, I heard several muffled thuds from ahead. They were the sounds of silenced pistols firing, hitting the bar counter and the walls, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"Quick!" Song Zhaowen kicked open the slightly ajar door of the warehouse, which was filled with clutter. He rushed to the innermost wall, which appeared to be a solid wall but was actually partitioned off with thin wooden boards, behind which was an alley.

"Break it open!"

Without saying a word, Wu Zhaoyong turned sideways and rammed into him hard with his shoulder!

"Bang! Crash!"

The thin wooden plank shattered with a crack, revealing a dark alleyway behind it. A damp sea breeze immediately rushed in.

"Let's go!" Song Zhaowen was the first to squeeze out, followed by Jiang Tiansheng and Chen Yao. Da Tian Er and Bao Pi helped Chen Haonan out as well, with Chao Pi and Xiao Jieba close behind.

Jiao Pi, who was at the rear, had just retreated to the breach when he heard the warehouse door being kicked open with a "bang," and several dark figures rushed in, raising their hands to fire!

"Go!" Jiao Pi shouted in a low voice. Seeing that he couldn't escape, he actually used his body to block the only way out.

"Pfft pfft pfft~"

The bullets hit Jiao Pi's body, and almost every bullet made a big hole in it; it was a large-caliber pistol.

"Brother!"

Bao Pi turned his head and saw his younger brother die tragically. Just as he was about to turn back, Da Tian Er grabbed him and slapped him across the face.

"Jiaopi is beyond saving; let's not waste the opportunity he created for us."

Bao Pi's tears streamed down his face, but Da Tian Er held him tightly, and they stumbled into the alley. He could hear the thud of Jiao Pi's body falling to the ground behind him, as well as the footsteps and low shouts in Japanese that were chasing after them.

The group ran frantically down the dark, damp alley. Blood continued to seep from Chen Haonan's arm, his face growing paler, sustained only by a fierce determination for revenge. Blood also streamed down half of Jiang Tiansheng's forehead, but his steps remained steady, his eyes filled with not only shock and anger, but also a chilling killing intent.

This was the first time in his life that the dignified leader of the Hung Hing was being chased and killed like a dead dog.

Song Zhaowen turned his head and saw that one of the pursuers was the fastest and had just shown his face. He instantly drew the dagger from his waist and shot.

huh~

The dagger struck him squarely in the forehead.

He took two or three steps to the deadbeat killer and picked up the pistol from the ground.

Just then, several pursuers caught up from behind.

Several pairs of eyes met.

Song Zhaowen reacted quickly.

In an instant, it locked onto the wide field of vision, and the mutated pupils appeared with a large number of diamond-shaped grids like those of an insect.

"Bang bang bang~"

The rapid, almost intermittent gunfire was like death calling out names. Song Zhaowen's movements were incredibly fast: fire, adjust, fire again—the whole process was so fluid it seemed he had rehearsed it a thousand times. His kneeling posture was as steady as a rock, his left arm supporting the gun remained perfectly still, only his right index finger was rapidly pulling the trigger.

The narrow alleyway limited the pursuers' space to dodge, and Song Zhaowen's eyes, which seemed to gleam with an unusual light in the dim light, seemed to be able to accurately predict their every subconscious evasive movement.

The three men in black at the front of the line almost simultaneously jolted, blood bursting from their chests or foreheads, and collapsed forward without uttering a sound.

The two men behind reacted swiftly. One rolled to the side, taking cover behind a trash can; the other immediately ducked, trying to find cover. But Song Zhaowen's bullets seemed to have eyes, tracking the rolling man. Two bullets pierced the thin metal of the trash can and entered his body. The man screamed and froze.

Seeing the situation was turning against him, the last man turned to retreat, but Song Zhaowen emptied his magazine of the last bullet and accurately struck him in the calf. The man groaned and fell to the ground.

The entire firefight lasted less than three seconds. Of the six pursuers, three were dead, two were seriously wounded, and the last one was incapacitated.

Song Zhaowen stood up expressionlessly, walked to the black-clad man who had been hit in the calf and was still trying to crawl away, and stepped on his injured leg.

"Ah~" the man screamed in pain.

The Japanese that kept gushing out of his mouth probably weren't anything nice.

"Japanese?"

By this time, Xiao Zhuoxiao and Wu Zhaoyong had escorted Chen Haonan and the others to run some distance. When they heard the gunfire stop, they turned back and gasped at the sight in the alley.

"Brother Wen, are you alright?" Xiao Zhuoxiao asked warily, scanning the corpses and wounded on the ground.

Pointing to the only survivor at the scene, Song Zhaowen said, "These assassins are Japanese. Does anyone know Japanese? Ask him if there are any other pursuers."

"Let me do it!" Da Tian Er stepped forward amidst the surprised looks of the crowd: "What's so strange about me speaking Japanese? I'm an AV expert. I've been watching Japanese films since I was eight years old. Basic communication is no problem at all."

"Tell me! How many of you are left?" Da Tian Er asked in heavily accented but still understandable Japanese, while grinding his hand into the other man's wound.

The assassin was a tough one; he gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Da Tian Er, and remained silent.

"Not going to talk?" Da Tian Er didn't waste any words. He picked up a broken brick from the side and smashed it hard against the man's other intact knee!

"Crack!" A sickening sound of bone breaking.