Chapter 304

Wang Jianjun's black windbreaker has a stealth coating!

This is a kind of equipment that can shield thermal detection. Covering clothes with nano coating can shield the monitoring from radar, infrared, laser and other equipment.

Accordingly, this can also shield the "inspiration detection" based on the principle of heat.

This technology is unheard of for gangsters. It is a highly technical cutting-edge equipment, but it is common in military battlefield.

Of course, even the US military cannot equip every soldier with stealth equipment.

But as a professional killer, Wang Jianjun has both money and channels to get this kind of technical equipment.

Moreover, his special operations accomplishment also made him consciously make this kind of technical protection.

No wonder!

Wang Jianjun always wears this black windbreaker

“biu，biu，biu！”

For a while, the bullets shot at the trees and made a whiplash.

Zhuang Shikai fired blindly by intuition, but the bullet did not hit the target.

A figure in a black hood and windbreaker flashed across the flower bed.

"Da Da!" I saw the black figure bow down, cover his right arm with his left hand, and hold a military thorn in his mouth. He first crossed the road quickly, and then hid in an alley opposite.

"Wow!" At the same time, Zhuang Shikai pushed aside the trees with both hands, killed alone to the side of the road, raised his gun with both hands and shot immediately: "bang!"

Two bullets hit the corner.

A dark night rushed into the alley.

Several cars crossed the road.

Zhuang Shikai always turns on inspiration detection, but inspiration detection has no goal. Instead, his vision successfully captures the direction of the other party.

So he immediately turned off the inspiration detection. After several cars left, he immediately strode into the alley.

"Zhuang sir! "Sir!" The police officers following the rear screamed.

"Shua!"

In the alley.

A killer in black, legs apart, propped up over the alley.

Zhuang Shikai stood in the alley, suddenly raised his head and set up a cross block with both hands.

I saw the black killer clattering, windbreaker flying, sharp eyes, holding the three edged army stab in one hand, suddenly falling from the sky, and the general stabbed Zhuang Shikai in the head.

"Bang!" Zhuang Shikai bent down with his horse, his body raised back, his hands stabbed the general in front of him, and he didn't retreat a penny with his powerful waist strength.

"Ha ha." Zhuang Shikai looked at Wang Jianjun close at hand, and a grim smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

At the moment, his smile was more evil than Wang Jianjun.

At this time, the two faces were close to each other, but a flash of fear flashed in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

But this little fear immediately became crazy in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

"Ah!!!" Wang Jianjun roared and tried his best, but he couldn't get in.

"Flash!" As soon as Zhuang Shijun pushed his hands, he shouted out.

"Dada dada." Wang Jianjun held the spike in one hand, shaking his body and retreating step by step.

With only one arm left, he can only attack in the air and threaten Zhuang sir with the help of falling force.

After Zhuang Sir's deadly sneak attack on defense, he can press him to death in terms of strength and Kung Fu.

As soon as Wang Jianjun's body retreated, Lord Zhuang stood up and advanced, perfectly interpreting what enemy retreated and I advanced!

Fighting is also the way to play! Low level play routine! Advanced play brain!

Zhuang Shikai rushed forward, immediately raised his fist, dada, left and right, and hit Wang Jianjun like a torrential rain.

"Pa Pa Pa!" Wang Jianjun instinctively raised his one handed block.

Can you handle a fart with one hand?

His head immediately turned into a sandbag, crackling left and right, and his body swayed and retreated. In the twinkling of an eye, more than ten seconds later, Wang Jianjun's head was bleeding, and his eyes were swollen, almost not like adults.

Zhuang Shikai shouted "let you kill the police", "fuck my brother", "kill me, man" and so on.

His words coupled with sharp fists, the depression in his heart gradually dissipated.

I saw him slowly exhale. After more than 20 punches, he suddenly stopped, shook his numb fingers, and shook four or five times in a second. Then, before Wang Jianjun fell to the ground, he took an arrow step forward, picked up the army stab in Wang Jianjun's hand with his right hand, and his body was fixed with a bow step.

"Bare!" Zhuang Shikai grabbed Wang Jianjun's left hand and his army stab in his right hand, and wiped Wang Jianjun's neck in an instant.

Wang Jianjun, who had only one breath left, immediately cut his artery, spilled blood on one wall, and fell powerlessly to the ground as a body.

Wang Jianjun's body in a black windbreaker was lying on the ground. His neck was cut deeply and almost half was cut off. His death was very sad.

The broken star in the sky dimmed in the twinkling of an eye.

Greedy wolf star is bright.

”Hoo. " Zhuang Shikai stood up and took a long breath to completely eliminate the evil spirit in his heart.

He stood up, relaxed his shoulders, buttoned the cuffs of his suit on his wrist, and then tidied up his suit collar,

"Zhuang sir! Are you okay? "

At this time, Chen Guozhong took several people through the flower garden and rushed into the alley with guns in both hands.

I saw them face the muzzle of their guns to the ground and aim at the bodies on the ground. Everyone's pupils shrank sharply, and horror flashed in their eyes.

Kill! Seal the throat!

This kind of scene is rare even if it has been a serious case and anti triad for more than ten years.

However, as we all know, Wang Jianjun is sharp, and the level of Lord Zhuang is also there. No matter what Lord Zhuang does, as long as Wang Jianjun dies! Master Zhuang can do nothing!

"Nothing!"

Zhuang Shikai's cold eyes responded to several police officers. It was fate for Wang Jianjun to die under his own knife.

When he looked back, he would only say, "you stay here."

"I'll deal with Wang Bao again."

Chen Guozhong glanced at several police officers, nodded and said, "yes, sir."

These police officers work fairly well. It's OK to attack the boss.

Own hatred.

Report in person.

Man's revenge!

Big man!

Killing a Wang Jianjun is not the end.

If Wang Bao doesn't die tonight, it won't end.

Zhuang Shikai's men have good marksmanship and many talents who can lead the troops to attack the array, as well as excellent management and command ability. There are few people with excellent kung fu who are qualified to deal with Wang Bao's family.

This has something to do with the fact that the police do not pay attention to boxing. It also has something to do with the reckless actions of martial arts practitioners.

After two words, Zhuang Shikai turned out of the alley and sat back in the police car. He picked up the walkie talkie next to the driver's seat and shouted, "call the front desk. I'm 0591 superintendent Zhuang Shikai. Help me transfer my notes."

"Action begins!" Zhuang Shikai loosened the intercom, put his hand into gear and drove the police car to the target apartment.

"Yes, Sergeant Zhuang." In the front desk, a policewoman promised in a clear voice and immediately began to convey orders.

The General Administration, Oji, dozens of police officers are already armed and ready to go.

After receiving the command from the front desk, Oji immediately sent a large number of people to the target location.

Zhuang Shikai planned the action plan for each step long before the action began.

Complete the next step.

We can move on to the next step right away.

The police car rushed all the way to Tsim Sha Tsui and apartment buildings in the twinkling of an eye.

……

"Bang bang!" A high-rise building, outside a floor.

A horse fell to the ground.

Zhuang Shikai loosened a horse's wrist, pushed open the solid wood door and walked into the luxury suite.

“Amy。”

"You take care of the baby first." Wang Bao sat on a black leather sofa with a cigar in his mouth and a suit vest, but he was talking on the phone with his head down.

"Come back quickly."

"The baby misses you very much." Wang Bao's little wife's voice sounded across the phone.

The baby's cry came faintly.

Wang Bao raised his eyes and saw Zhuang Shikai entering the room. He lowered his face and whispered, "don't worry."

"Soon."

Immediately, instead of hesitating, he hung up the phone cleanly and stood up with a golf club: "Master Zhuang."

"Did you kill Wang Jianjun? You really want to shut up. Put an insider around me. It's been seven or eight years. TM has become my head horse. "

"I didn't lose this gamble wrongly."

Wang Bao walked in front of the side bar and preached with his golf club in his hands.

A figure covered in blood, tied all over, was hanging upside down above the bar.

This man is Ma Jun.

His bloody face was still dripping with dirty blood.

"He let me lose the whole loyalty letter directly!" Wang Bao pointed to the horse army nearby, his face was angry, and pointed to the horse army and preached word by word.

"You too! When Rogge was still there, he thought of inserting ghosts into our eight societies! "

"Who won if you didn't win?"

Ma Jun opened his eyes vaguely and shouted vaguely, "Zhuang sir..."

Zhuang Shikai breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Wang Bao raised his golf club and hit Ma Jun in the abdomen. Ma Jun fainted again.

"Tonight is a life and death." Wang Bao stunned Ma Jun, held the club and turned his head to preach.

Anyway, he can't play on Hong Kong Island.

Today he won and ran away.

Die or die simply.

"Fuck!" Zhuang Shikai raised his eyebrows, untied the buttons of his suit one by one, then took off his suit, hung it on the back of the chair next to him, untied the Cufflinks of his white shirt and said, "I was going to kill you in a minute!"

"Now ten seconds!"

"Ha ha." Wang Bao sneered, took two steps forward and grasped the club with both hands: "do you know why I always like playing golf?"

"I'm not your mother!" Zhuang Shikai roared, stepped on the round table with an arrow step, jumped up, threw his legs and kicked forward.

"Bang!" Wang Bao was hit in the chest and walked back several steps holding the club.

After he stopped, he was not in a hurry. He raised his hand, threw up his club, hit both ends with a stick and blossomed on all sides.

This is a plum blossom stick in Zhanjiang, Guangdong Province, known as "water can't be poured into it, a little bit fatal"!

It turned out that Wang Bao had a stick technique hidden above the avalanche fist.

Zhuang Shikai stood still with his legs like a bow, pinched his fist with his right hand and pushed with his left hand: "Hong Quan! Divide the inch! "

"Pa Pa!" Zhuang Shikai hit with both hands, took another step, raised his elbow and hit.

"Bang!" Wang Baoang raised his head, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his fat body flew out directly.

Zhuang Shikai stood where he was, stepped forward step by step, looked at Wang Bao whose eyes were blurred and his mind gradually dissipated, took out a pistol and aimed it at the other party's eyebrows.

"Bang bang!" Zhuang Shikai pulled the trigger again and again and broke Wang Bao's head with bullets.