"Puchi!" Guan Zhiyong slashed a Vietnamese gang's neck with a knife, and then slashed one to death with a backhand. Seeing that one of his subordinates was in danger, he shook his hand and threw the knife out of his hand, piercing him to death without thinking.
Have one.
At this time, a young man from the Vietnamese gang slashed over with one blow. Several blades under his command were blocking the enemy. Seeing this, they all rushed forward and tried to rescue.
Guan Zhiyong's body had already rushed towards the front of his head. When he moved his body, the knife slashed downwards against his shoulder. The Vietnamese gang guy on the opposite side was obviously a good fighter. He wanted to transform with his wrist.
It was chopped, but how could Guan Zhiyong give him a chance? He pinched the boy's wrist and punched him in the armpit.
The little brother's hand holding the knife was unwilling to help but relax. Guan Zhiyong took advantage of the situation and knocked him out with one knee. Even a little brother who wanted to make a profit was knocked back a few steps, almost hitting his own knife
superior.
Before their bodies could stand still, Guan Zhiyong had already caught the falling knife, and with a long sword, he easily wiped the necks of the two little brothers.
Of course, it is because there are people protecting him here. Otherwise, no matter how capable he is, he will be surrounded by layers of brothers from the Vietnamese gang, and he will be filled with hatred because his fists are hard to match with four hands.
But now, there are blades around each leading a few younger brothers to open the way and protect his left and right. He just needs to keep moving forward and moving forward, so he is so relaxed.
Kill one person at a time, and keep one hundred steps away.
The Vietnamese gang's brothers were constantly attacking. They did not expect that the Huaxing Society team with less than 200 people would be so difficult. They occupied the favorable terrain and actually blocked the fierce attack of hundreds of them.
The sudden attack of Guan Zhiyong and others made them unable to respond effectively. At this time, there were people everywhere and there was no way to effectively convey the orders. Therefore, Guan Zhiyong kept leading people like an arrow from the string.
The advance of the attack broke through their defense in a short while.
Nearly two hundred brothers, only 60 or 70 people were left. The leader was a young man, very burly. He took a slash and welcomed Guan Zhiyong and others to the auto repair shop.
"Brother Baekabad, you are here. These damn guys have killed many of us brothers. You have to avenge us!" the little brother snorted, snorting.
"Don't worry," Guan Zhiyong's eyes turned, and saw nearly two hundred corpses lying on the ground, half of which were his people. He couldn't help but show a sharp murderous aura in his eyes. Killing one thousand enemies will hurt himself by 800, and even more
What's more, his subordinates have more than a hundred people fighting against nearly a thousand attacks? This is because the Vietnamese gang members have not been deployed. At most, there are only three or four hundred people at the attack. There is no way to give full play to the absolute advantage in numbers!
But even here, the team of people here still lay down halfway. Depending on the situation, if he came a few minutes later, maybe the team of people here would be finished.
These are all his brothers. Guan Zhiyong tightened the steel knife in his hand and said in a deep voice: "The blood of these people here will not flow in vain. After tonight, all the territory belonging to the Vietnamese gang here are us
Yes! Now, as long as we resist their counterattack and avenge these dead brothers, victory belongs to us!”
Guan Zhiyong's eyes fell on the burly young man. His name was Yang Zhibo, who came from the country with him. He was the leader of the younger generation of North American Hall. Here, North American Hall attacked the Vietnam Gang.
A city has sent about twenty teams, and he is the captain of one of them.
The boy was brave and tenacious when fighting, and his skills were quite good. He was a good material worth cultivating! Guan Zhiyong stared at him with a tight look, curled his lips, and said in a deep voice: "You kid did a good job this time, you can do it well.
The main force of the Vietnamese gang is dragging here, you have made the first contribution tonight!”
"However, the Vietnamese gang will not admit failure, especially when the pressure outside them increases, they will definitely counterattack wildly in order to gain a foothold here. Do you dare to bring people to them again?
A fight?"
"Hehe," Yang Zhibo's elite gaze showed a strong murderous intent. He held the knife and wiped his nose with his sleeve: "What's there to dare? As long as Brother Baekabad, please speak, let me pull the beard of the King of Hell
It's OK to come down!"
"Okay! You kid is a man who has a handle, you are a good person!" Guan Zhiyong nodded and praised, "I read it right, I will leave it to you."
"Don't worry, I guarantee they can't get up. Brothers, go!" Yang Zhibo greeted and took the lead in pounced down.
Guan Zhiyong asked several blades to bring five or six brothers to put out the fire, and he led a dozen people to stand on the second floor of the auto repair shop, staring down coldly at them.
The Vietnamese gang members rushed over like a tide. In the darkness, figures flashed, shouting and moans of pain kept ringing.
Going far away, you can see a black shadow constantly attacking the Vietnamese gang's position. Guan Zhiyong knew that it was his subordinates who were attacking him from behind. Anyway, the Vietnamese gang members were going to chase him, so they ran away and waited for them.
When they don't chase them, these people will come back. In short, the Vietnamese gang cannot use all their strength to attack themselves.
The three of them had 300 people in total, which was more than the people here. The Vietnamese Gang had to leave at least four or five hundred people to stop them. So, in a short while, the Vietnamese Gang's people became two parts.
A cold smile appeared on Guan Zhiyong's lips. When he waved his hand, the nearly twenty little brothers scattered. They quickly opened the black box on their backs and took out a handful of guns equipped with mufflers from it.
!
Guan Zhiyong took one at random, and there were so many people here that they didn’t need to aim at it!
He didn't shoot, just watched it, until the shouts of killing outside suddenly became fierce, and the Vietnamese gang in the courtyard was obviously in chaos. Only then did Guan Zhiyong smile coldly and gently tugge.
The trigger in hand!
"Pu Pu" The two Vietnamese gang's younger brothers fell down, and the others seemed to have received orders and fired one after another. Suddenly, a large number of Vietnamese gang's younger brothers fell down. Most of them were newly expanded people.
, Where are there so many guys? Before the scattered shots could be counterattacked a few times, they were named by the sniper arranged by Guan Zhiyong.
The Vietnamese gang members were compressed into a group, and the people in the middle wanted to rush out, but the people on the outside were blocked by the people from Huaxing Society and kept slashing backwards. So, the people here became a barrier.
There are so many people who are named by Zhiyong and others, so where can we use targets to target?
"Tell them that you can leave your weapons without any blame, otherwise no one will be left!" Guan Zhiyong issued the order coldly, and all the younger brothers below scolded: "Let go down your weapons, put down your weapons"
Needless to say, the clever guys of the Vietnamese gang had already begun to leave the guy behind and squat down with his head. Looking at the skillful movements, he probably had trained a lot. With one leader, the others followed suit, and what were they trying to stop them.
The gunmen arranged by Guan Zhiyong took night vision devices and no one from the Vietnamese gang dared to be the first to be here.
Soon, all the Vietnamese gang members put down their weapons and were blocked by the little brothers from Huaxing Society around them, and they didn't even have a place to run.
"Boss, there are more than 500 people in total, and the rest have been killed." Yang Zhibo came up and said happily.
Guan Zhiyong glanced at the less than thirty brothers behind him. After a while of fighting here, his people lost nearly half. The other people brought by Guan Zhiyong can be imagined. The smile on Yang Zhibo's face was slightly
Yi Lian, murmured: "We have lost nearly 500 people!"
Guan Zhiyong paused for a moment before sighing: "The injured brothers will be sent back to the hospital immediately and will do their best to treat them. As for those who are dead, please calm down and bring the ashes of those little brothers who come with us back to China!"
Yang Zhibo immediately agreed and turned around and gave an order. A little brother next to him said, "Baby brother, how are these people?"
Guan Zhiyong frowned and said in a deep voice: "After the battle here, the Vietnamese gang will be over. The people here are carrying the local snakes, and the people who have been conquered by the Vietnamese gang are left behind. The rest are first to be held here.
In the village, pick out the leaders of the Vietnamese gang and slaughter them. Let the rest be released at dawn!"
"Yes!" The younger brother agreed and went down. Guan Zhiyong left Yang Zhibo to take care of those people, and he took the remaining more than 300 people to rescue another surrounded team.
"Kill!" The low and hoarse shouts of killing sounded again. Guan Zhiyong didn't know how many people he had killed. He only knew that the team in front of him was not only as many as theirs, but also had a very strong strength.
Obviously, this is the real elite of the Vietnamese gang.
Although he didn't know why this was inconsistent with the information he received, he quickly met. He could not let these people rag like locusts, and no small team could stop their madness and attack.
"Looking for death!" Guan Zhiyong glanced at the corner of his eyes when a little brother was stabbed to the ground by someone. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he cut the little brother's throat with a knife.
When he was about to turn around, a strong wind suddenly hit his chest from behind. Guan Zhiyong breathed tightly, holding the steel knife in his hand tightly, and struck back without thinking!
when!
A dull voice sounded, but Guan Zhiyong couldn't help but take two steps back and entered the alley. He just turned around with the force of retreating, and when a cold light from his chest reached his face!
What a fast knife, so clever! Guan Zhiyong narrowed his eyes slightly, and his whole mind seemed to be attracted by the rapid arrival of a little cold light.