Xiaozhuang's words are obviously bragging, one hundred thousand people, haha?

"Drawing a gun in front of Zheng Qiang is a death!"

Haitang trembled all over when she heard this. She finally understood why Wang Jianjun and Xiaozhuang were so powerful. Killing people was like cutting melons and vegetables, but she didn't even dare to have the idea of ​​going against Zheng Qiang, because Zheng Qiang was really terrible.

Compared with Zheng Qiang, Qiu Xiaochi (God of Gamblers 2) is simply a kind little sheep.

Then Haitang felt a nausea and vomited out with a "nausea".

Not to mention Haitang, even Ling Jing and others were a little uncomfortable. This is so cruel. Is this a policeman? He is even more gangster than a bandit!

Zheng Qiang didn't know that Haitang had ever wanted to kill him. He patted Fang Jiexia's hand gently, and then said gently: "Xiaojie, OK, everything has been solved, we are safe."

Fang Jiexia opened her eyes when she heard this. The first thing she saw was Zheng Qiang's caring eyes. She was very happy, especially in the rain of bullets, Zheng Qiang stood in front of her without hesitation, and even never moved even a single step for this!

Fang Jiexia's heart was full of emotion, and tears were all rolling in her eyes. Then she also threw away the reserve that a woman should have and threw herself into Zheng Qiang's arms.

Zheng Qiang felt very comfortable with his soft jade in his arms.

Unfortunately, this comfort lasted for a while. With a "nausea", a wet feeling came from Zheng Qiang's back. It turned out that Fang Jiexia saw the tragic situation in the hall like hell on earth, and vomited it out, and it happened to be all vomiting on Zheng Qiang.

Zheng Qiang is very sad, but who can blame him?

Fang Jiexia was still retching, so Zheng Qiang had to pat her on the back slightly and take off her top.

At this time, Chen Guorong came over. Although his face was a little ugly, there was still some spirit in his eyes. He gestured at Zheng Qiang, meaning, you kid, you can! Get on the boat first and then make up for the ticket!

Zheng Qiang was speechless. Chen Guorong looked very decent on weekdays, but he didn't expect that he would splash like his brother Chen Jiaju.

After Fang Jiexia vomited, Zheng Qiang found some water to let her rinse her mouth. Then, just as she was about to help her sit down, the sound of neat footsteps came from outside the door, and Chen Guorong and others changed their faces.

Damn, it's still a fucking thing, is it over?

However, at this time, the shotgun in Zheng Qiang's hand had no bullets.

Fortunately, Chen Guorong reacted quickly, rolled in the air, and then landed in front of a bandit holding a shotgun. He took out the shotgun and threw it at Zheng Qiang.

"Qiangzi, catch it!"

Zheng Qiang's movements were also very fast. He picked up the shotgun and held it in his hand, then pointed him at the door.

Of course, Zheng Qiang did not forget to pull Fang Jiexia behind him again.

Step by step!

The neat footsteps came, and all the survivors held their breath.

However, after everyone came in, everyone was very happy and showed a look of surviving the disaster, because the people who came were all Flying Tigers and Hong Kong Flying Tigers!

When the Flying Tigers saw that there was only one person standing shirtless with a gun in the hall, was there any superior giving orders?

Crack! The sound of the bullet loading for a while.

Zheng Qiang felt a little dazzling because he was locked by more than a dozen infrared rays.

"Don't shoot, your own people! Your own people!" Chen Guorong shouted hurriedly.

Fortunately, the people in the Flying Tigers are rational, and Zheng Qiang did not do any extreme behavior.

"The man holding the gun, put down his gun, squat down with his hands in his head!" A cold and breathless voice suddenly came from the Flying Tigers.

Zheng Qiang was very familiar with the voice of this person, so he cursed: "Fuck, Chen Xinwei, it's me Zheng Qiang. Could it be that I took off my clothes and the people from you Flying Tigers don't know me?"

Some Hong Kong citizens may not be familiar with Zheng Qiang’s face, but everyone knows it in the police force!

A member of the Flying Tigers near the front said in surprise: "Sir Chen, it's really Sir Zheng!"

Since it is his own person, it is easy to deal with. The people of the Flying Tigers hang their guns down and dare not not hang, because in addition to their reputation, Zheng Sir also has the problem of being petty.

Oh, damn it, why is it this evil star?

Chen Xinwei waved his hand first and let the Flying Tigers team members scatter and searched among the hostages to prevent any gangsters from mingling in it.

After all the team members made the gesture of "control, safety" to Chen Xinwei, Chen Xinwei breathed a sigh in his heart, the bandits in the hall died completely, leaving no living, which is not bad, this is very Zheng Qiang!

Then he pulled down his mask, and the expression on his face became very exciting. His back was slightly straight, and now he was slightly bent. Then he ran to Zheng Qiang happily and said, "I'm just talking about why the bandits here died so quickly. It turned out that it was Zheng Sir, you are here!"

Zheng Qiang scolded him after hearing this, saying, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, so why don't you report the situation here to your boss?"

Chen Xinwei curled his lips disdainfully in his heart. If it weren't for you standing here, would you think I would come up to say hello? Do you think I wouldn't understand the rules?

Of course, Chen Xinwei dared not say this, he only dared to think about it in his heart.

Chen Xinwei was reporting to his superiors, and Chen Guorong sighed and said in a heavy tone: "Strong... Zheng Sir, what should we do? The Interpol killed someone, how should we write the report? They are trying so hard to help..."

Zheng Qiang laughed and said with a laugh: "Chen Guorong, Chen Guorong, I didn't expect you to be today? Who told you that the person who died was an Interpol?"

"Isn't an Interpol?" Chen Guorong was stunned, and then he said even more angrily: "But he is a policeman from which country he is, but he is an undercover agent. To sacrifice for us, would you laugh like this, okay?"

"I'm so fucking convinced you!" Zheng Qiang shook his head and said, "There are no undercover members among McDonalds. I said those words just now are all intentional. The purpose is to provoke their direct disputes. At present, it seems that the effect is good, and even you believe it."

"But if that bullet doesn't hit you, how can I explain that the gun is stuck?" Chen Guorong asked in confusion.

Zheng Qiang said speechlessly: "You don't know anything about Chen Sir. Do you think I can know? And what do you mean? Are you disappointed that I wasn't shot to death?"

Chen Guorong smiled awkwardly when he heard this and said, "I'm just curious and I don't mean anything else."

At this time, Gundam, who had his arms hanging down, walked over and said, "Maybe I know the reason!"

"Hmm?" Zheng Qiang and Chen Guorong were stunned, and then looked at Gundam at the same time.

"You don't have to look at me like this. My name is prodigal Gundam, so I often appear in gambling boats or casinos. This is not the first time that people like McDonald do a ship hijacking!"
Chapter completed!