Chapter 210: kill him!

There were not many willow flying knives left on Shen Lang, so he picked up two AK47s on the ground, carried them on his shoulders, and swept wildly.
Blood rushed, and a group of gang members were shot and fell to the ground.
Shen Lang rushed as he shot. A group of people stared at Shen Lang's flashing footprints and shot, but none of them hit Shen Lang.
The two AK47s in Shen Lang's hands seemed to have long eyes. The direction they swept over would definitely be bloody, and they all fell to the ground.
Marksmanship is simply abnormal! Not only Bai Qingyu and He Chenguang were dumbfounded, but the people on Yan Long's side were dumbfounded.
"Is this guy still a human?"
Shen Lang had two guns alone, and Yan Long's people died instantly.
"Damn!" Yan Long jumped into thunder, picked up the rocket launcher, prepared to take aim, and fired a shot in the direction of Shen Lang running.
Shen Lang hurriedly flashed sideways, avoiding the rocket launcher, with a muffled sound, and the tympanic membrane was roaring.
Several police cars were blown up in an instant, Shen Lang rushed out of the thick smoke, replaced the magazine, and continued to shoot.
The whole process took only a few minutes, and hundreds of people died on Yan Long's side, and rows of corpses fell. The scene was spectacular.
"I, fuck! Dare to kill so many of our brothers, brothers, go up and kill this kid!" the brawny man with tiger head tattoo roared wildly.
"Wait Huzi! This kid is very powerful, at least at the level of a five-star master. Don't shoot at that kid anymore, let me deal with him." Yan Long shouted violently.
Shen Lang killed so many people, Yan Long couldn't wait to tear this kid to pieces!
Yan Long held a gun in his left hand, lifted a breath of innocence, and rushed towards Shen Lang with a gloomy expression.
Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, and turned his attention to Yan Long who was chasing quickly. This guy should be the strongest here, probably at the level of a five-star master.
Because the true qi was restrained, Shen Lang couldn't perform light gong, and ran swiftly based on physical fitness alone. But Yan Long needed to use light work to barely catch up with Shen Lang.
Shen Lang didn't avoid it at all, snorted coldly, threw away the two AK47s in his hand, stepped on his feet, and rushed directly towards Yan Long.
Shen Lang's behavior was a naked provocation in Yan Long's eyes. Yan Long looked fierce, and also threw away the gun in his hand, and rushed toward Shen Lang aggressively.
"Die to Lao Tzu!"
Yan Long let out a grin, and patted Shen Lang's forehead with a palm.
Shen Lang was expressionless and unhurriedly struck out a stone split.
When the palms touched each other, a strong wind was blown out.
Yan Long's face suddenly changed. He didn't feel the internal force coming from Shen Lang's palm. He felt that Shen Lang's palm was like a hammer weighing a thousand jins. It shook his right arm numb and short. Even lost consciousness within a time.
Stone-splitting palm itself is not an internal hand, it can only strike with strength, not internal force. Shen Lang's physical fitness alone can be tough.
Behind his palms, Yan Long was obviously in a weak position, and he took a few steps back due to a huge counter-shock force.
Shen Lang leaned close to him and swept out a tan leg with lightning speed.
"call!"
Shen Lang aroused a violent air blast on one leg, Yan Long was not in a hurry to dodge, and in desperation had to set up his arms, trying to block Shen Lang's right leg.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Shen Lang's right leg sturdyly hit Yan Long's arms.
This time, Yan Long's arms were numb, and his body moved back again and again.
"call out!"
Before Yan Long could react, Shen Lang flicked his right hand, and a willow leaf flying knife shot out.
"Puff!"
The flying knife penetrated Yan Long's throat in an instant, and a large amount of blood spewed out.
"You..." Yan Long pointed at Shen Lang, wailed for the last time, and fell into a pool of blood.
"Brother Yan Long!" Seeing Yan Long's fall, the strong man with tiger head tattoos opened his eyes rounded, gritted his teeth and said, "Kill this kid!"
The brawny man with a tiger head tattoo set up his M2 heavy machine gun with a grim expression and opened fire frantically at Shen Lang.
"Kill him, avenge Yan Long brother!"
"Kill this kid!"
For a while, the sound of intensive gunfire sounded, and all members of the Thunder Club raised their guns and fired at Shen Lang.
Shen Lang dodges quickly, speed like a ghost.
The brawny man with tiger head tattoos fired fiercely. Shen Lang accidentally scratched his left arm by a bullet, and his clothes were penetrated by several large holes.
Shen Lang slapped his lips and jumped around, hiding behind a container, taking a few breaths.
"That kid was shot, everyone follow me!" The brawny man with tiger head tattoo shouted violently, and directly picked up the hundreds of kilograms of M2 heavy machine gun and chased him towards Shen Lang.
A group of people rushed forward. There were too many people on the other side. Shen Lang's physical exhaustion was also serious. It was a bit difficult under so many guns.
Turning over his right hand, a willow-leaf flying knife was held in his hand, Shen Lang's expression showed a gloomy expression. The brawny man with tiger head tattoos looks like a foolish head, but his marksmanship is very accurate.
A few grenades were thrown over, and Shen Lang dodged sideways, hiding behind a restaurant building on the pier.
"boom!"
The fire blazed into the sky, and there was a deafening sound from the grenade.
Shen Lang's spirit and spirit completely locked onto the brawny man with tiger head tattoo, lifted a trace of true energy to condense the tip of the flying knife, and jumped up.
"Ding!"
With a sway of his right hand, the willow leaf flying knife pierced the air and shot out like lightning.
"Puff!"
The Willow Leaf Flying Knife pierced the throat of the brawny man with tiger head tattoo in an instant. Before he could stop, he continued to plunge into the head of the man behind the brawny man. The two were killed.
"Brother Tiger!"
Seeing that the brawny man with tiger head tattoo fell, a group of members of the Thunder Club showed their expressions of horror.
Shen Lang killed Yan Long and Huzi two masters one after another, and the Thunder Club was already in a state of no leader. Seeing Shen Lang hiding and jumping from the west to the west, looking confident, a group of people felt a sense of fear.
Putting down the guy who threatened the most, Shen Lang quickly picked up a 54 pistol and a revolver, and fired a few shots. Several members of the Thunder Club wearing black vests fell into a pool of blood.
Members of a large wave of Thunder Club chased Shen Lang and shot, and another large wave of other forces wanted to kill the police and special forces that blocked them, and took the opportunity to escape from this ghost place.
The Westport Wharf has been completely messed up, and the scene has no rules.
Just at this moment, the hooting of police cars sounded, and support finally arrived.
Bai Qingyu and He Chenguang's eyes lit up.
"Control the scene!"
A heavily armed criminal policeman walked out of the police car, holding a shield, and pointed his gun at the underground gang on the other side.
"Put down your weapons! Surrender immediately!" a potbellied police officer said loudly with a horn.
"! The police in Gouri dare to threaten Laozi?"
Originally, the big wave of underground forces here were ready to break out and ran away. Hearing a word from the fat police officer, they immediately became angry and aroused public anger. They turned around and picked up their guns and swept wildly.
"Nima!"
The fat police officer jumped up in shock, all his horns fell to the ground and immediately hid behind the police car.
"Officer Zhang!" Bai Qingyu ran over and stopped the fat man.
"White... Captain White!" The fat police officer hid behind the car and cautiously stepped up.
"Don't hesitate, the other party is crowded and wicked, so hurry up and order your person directly!" Bai Qingyu said hurriedly.
"Captain Bai, how many people are there in this group?" The fat man asked quickly.
"At least four to five hundred people!" Bai Qingyu said lightly, picking up an automatic rifle.
"No...no!" Fatty Soul was almost scared, is this going to fight? There is no such exaggeration in the movie.