Chapter 1216 Shooting

The arrogance on the bald young man's face instantly returned, he stood up and waved like the leader, and then Ye Tianlong said: "You are finished."

"Boy, because you are a little brave, how about cutting off one of your hands, calling that woman back to serve me for half a month, and then I let you live?"

He began to look like a winner: "Otherwise you wouldn't be able to get out of here today."

The injured members of the Shark Gang on the ground were also staring at Ye Tianlong, fiercely preparing to seek justice.

Ye Tianlong smiled faintly: "Master Hui seems to have a winning chance."

The bald young man's mouth curled up with a touch of sarcasm: "Boy, can you stop pretending? If you are pretending at this time, you are overdoing it."

"Ten people can't beat you, then use 100 people. If 100 people can't defeat you, then use 300 people."

He sneered: "Can you really beat three hundred? Are you too naive? Have you watched too many fantasy movies?"

Ye Tianlong glanced at the dark crowd and the darkened streets: "Three hundred people, a little less. I thought you would call five hundred people."

"These people are enough for you to drink a pot. If you are sensible, please agree to my conditions just now. For the sake of inviting me to drink, I will let you go."

The bald young man looked down at Ye Tianlong: "Otherwise, you will have to lose all your limbs if you don't die tonight."

"By the way, didn't you also call someone? Do you want me to wait for you for ten minutes and let me see who you called?"

The bald young man pulled a tissue and wiped his hands with a strange expression: "Or are they already here, and they don't dare to show up when they see our large number of people?"

Ye Tianlong finished his beer in a leisurely manner, looked at the time and said, "It's probably here, I'll give it a try."

"Whoosh!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Tianlong grabbed the miniature gas bottle on the table and threw it into the fat boss's gas stove which was still on.

"boom!"

The gas bottle exploded instantly, blowing the entire gas stove into a pile of fragments. The bald young man and others were shocked and subconsciously stopped all their movements.

"Long live XX! Long live XX!"

Before they could react, Ye Tianlong picked up several miniature gas bottles for dry pots and lit the flames with ease.

While shouting the slogan of the British Stadium in Noon and Middle Eastern, he threw it at the crowd pressing on both sides of the Shark Gang.

More than 300 people responded.

Thinking of the explosion just now, hearing Ye Tianlong's slogan, and looking at the gas bottles thrown over, they suddenly became panicked, and they all scattered away.

"Bomb, run, run!"

Hundreds of people moved away from the place where the gas bottle fell. Not only did they throw away their weapons and run for their lives, they also did not hesitate to bump into their companions to give themselves more space.

More than a dozen people fell to the ground on the spot, trampled all over by their companions, and the scene was chaotic.

Only the bald young man was still awake. He was stunned and immediately realized that Ye Tianlong was playing tricks. These gas bottles were just larger firecrackers with limited lethality.

"Come back, come back, this is not a bomb!"

The bald young man shouted hysterically: "This is a hot pot gas bottle, this is a hot pot gas bottle."

It costs 10 Hong Kong dollars a bottle and has limited lethality. It can injure two or three people, but it is too difficult to kill people.

And if it was really powerful, food stalls wouldn't use it as fuel for dry pots.

It's just that people's hearts have been messed up by Ye Tianlong, and the bald young man can't stabilize the overall situation. Most people still crawl away from here.

Many people retreated back to the original road, but after running a few dozen meters, they turned back, and a large number of armed men wearing masks appeared in front of them.

They had submachine guns in their hands, and some had shields.

Anti-terrorism vanguard group.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Lay down your weapons, lay down your weapons!"

"If you don't get down, we're going to shoot."

Seeing the chaotic scene and a bunch of people holding murderous weapons, dozens of armed men shouted loudly and scolded the Shark Gang disciples to put down their weapons.

At the same time, someone called the command center and asked the headquarters for immediate reinforcements. There were too many 'terrorists'.

The boys of the Shark Gang didn't react for a moment. They just instinctively avoided the gun when they saw it, so they all moved back to avoid accidentally killing themselves.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this time, another explosion came from the front. Although it was not powerful, it was clearly there. Coupled with the slogan, it made the anti-terrorism vanguard team even more nervous.

You know, the bad guys at the British Stadium are shouting that slogan while detonating and slashing people.

The Shark Gang in front of us perfectly suited the conditions at that time.

Just when they were facing a formidable enemy, two gas bottles jumped over the crowd and smashed into the front of the shield. They exploded with two bangs and the shield shook.

The air was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the nerves became tighter. The vanguard group thought that the opponent was about to attack.

So when a dozen of the Sharks were pushed towards the police by their companions, the armed men did not hesitate to pull the trigger, shooting bullets through their hands and feet.

Seven or eight maces fell to the ground with a clang, and more than a dozen of the Shark Gang boys screamed and fell down. The two sides finally saw blood.

As soon as these shots were fired, the other companions also had a reference. When faced with dangerous opponents, they all fired bullets, knocking down the approaching Sharks.

"They had guns and they fired."

Seeing their companions falling like this, the Shark Gang members became even more panicked. The crowd kept squeezing each other, and even spread the shouts from the front.

The words "shoot" quickly turned into "kill", and the scene became completely chaotic. The bald young man could not control it at all and could only curse trash.

"Remember, I will call you daddy from now on."

After causing a conflict between the Shark Gang and the Vanguard Group, Ye Tianlong was very satisfied with the chaos at the scene. He then walked up to the bald young man and patted his cheek:

"Otherwise, I'll beat him up every time I see him."

After saying that, Ye Tianlong kicked him out. The bald young man groaned and fell more than ten meters like a kite with a broken string, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Ye Tianlong angrily: "Shameless! Despicable!"

This round was a complete loss, but Hui Shao was really unwilling to accept it in his heart. He was completely tricked by Ye Tianlong.

Hui Shao now understood that Ye Tianlong's waiting, the gas bottle on the table, and the people he called were all conspiracies he had calculated.

A poor reenactment of the attack at the British Stadium simply and crudely disintegrated Hui Shao's attack and caused the Shark Gang to clash with the police.

Hui Shao was expecting 300 people to beat up Ye Tianlong. Now the scene completely overturned his cognition, and he realized a big trouble.

The Shark Gang was going to be on the official blacklist.

"There's no point in scolding him anymore. Think about how to clean up the mess."

Ye Tianlong took a bottle of beer, twisted it open, washed his hands, and slapped the bald young man to the ground again.

Hui Shao screamed, holding his head in pain, but his whole body was powerless to resist.

Ye Tianlong did not leave, but took the last gas cylinder, dislocated Hui Shao's arm, and then wrapped the gas cylinder around Hui Shao's hand.

The next second, ignited...

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?"

The bald young man was panicked when he saw this, looking at the gas cylinder with a 'sizzling' flame in his hands: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to punish you, blow up your hands, so that you can no longer bully men and women."

Ye Tianlong said playfully: "Okay, the game is almost over, I should go. If you don't want to lose your hands, quickly ask the police to tear them off for you."

After that, Ye Tianlong walked into the food stall and disappeared from the bald young man's sight.

"Oh, it's so hot."

The bald young man ignored Ye Tianlong's movements, just looked at the increasingly hot gas cylinder in panic, then struggled to get up and rushed towards several police officers.

"Uncle police, help me, help me..."

"Bang bang bang!"

Before the bald young man rushed to the front, the anti-terrorist team members opened fire without hesitation, directly shooting down the dangerous Hui Shao...