C33 All Kinds of Ultimate Skills

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the famous godfather of North America. My king, I am currently performing a song with the support of an international charity organization. Let me inform all of you. . . "

The old Taoist looked at the policemen on the stairs and arched his hands, putting on a sage-like appearance. No matter how they reacted, no one dared to come up anyway. He took two steps forward. He looked funny and funny. Some celebrity singers came down from the stage to interact with fans and sang loudly.

"The smoke is rising, Jiangshan Beiwang / Dragon Flag Roll The horse neighed and the sword qi was like frost in the heart of the Yellow River. The Yellow River was boundless. Who can resist it in twenty years?! Where the long blade of hatred came from. How many loyal souls would be buried in their homeland? Why should I pay a hundred deaths for my country. . . "

His voice was hoarse, bold, desolate, and strong. The unwillingness and ambition of a generation of Han people!

The singing was a super amateur level, but when Liu Dapeng and Liang Shuai heard it, it was different. Every word and sentence was sung in their hearts, as if the cheerleaders were cheering, cheering, and giving these civil experts the highest praise.

They had been humiliated here, bullied and bullied by these gangsters in front of them. Then they thought about how the old Taoist priest had beaten them up a few times. When was he going to get his revenge?

It was now!

Ma Ke was an extremely fierce person. He had always been cruel and merciless, but now, he had Xiao Qiangbing grab his nose and put a black bag on his head. He could not see anything, and there was a hard bead under his feet. As soon as he stepped on it, he fell to the ground.

Even if you were Titan An Tai, there was no dirt under your feet. No matter how powerful you were, you wouldn't be able to use it.

The guy moved to the side, almost touching the windowsill. He was calculating in his heart. When he got there, it would be good. He remembered that there was a gun on the windowsill. He took the bag and picked it up. He could do it.

At this moment, he felt the joints at the back of his knee go soft. With a puff, he sat on the ground and something was covered on top of his head.

He was a little too tall to fit in. With a heavy pressure, he pressed down like Mount Tai. Half of his body was covered in something. He could not move at all.

Xiao Qiangbing looked at the situation in front of him and noticed that Adolf had already rushed over. He ordered in a low voice: Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao Qiangbing!

"Little Daoist, learn from me. Don't be soft-hearted. "

Adolf and Xiao Qiangbing each had a gun, so they naturally divided the work. Whoever raised their hand would be shot.

In the spacious room, The two of them were fighting against five or six people with their guns pointed at each other. Outside was the sorrowful and heroic voice of the old Taoist priest. Liang Shuai stood behind them, his face pale with fright. Those criminals were right in front of them. No matter who disliked him, he would just shoot them. There was no need to aim at this distance. They could shoot him anywhere they wanted.

"Go, go, go, Wu Kong. Peach kernels, walnut kernels. . . " At the door, Fatty Liu saw the monkey at the other door. He called it in a low voice and pointed at the door beside him.

The monkey stuck close to the wall and walked over charmingly. It looked at Fatty Liu's hand gestures and went to the door. It glanced at the fellow that was close to it and jumped up from the ground. It jumped onto the other party's shoulder and raised its claws to grab the fellow's eyes.

"Ouch!" Something jumped on this guy's body and he was looking for it. He felt his eyes heat up and his hand touched the warm liquid and the spherical thing. He immediately cried out.

"Wu Kong" might have been scared by his call. He jumped around in the middle of the crowd, afraid of being caught and skinned.

It started to stir up in the crowd. The robbers' noise sounded again.

When Fatty Liu saw that he had achieved his goal, no one paid any attention to him. He took two steps to the side, raised his high-pressure water gun, and shot out "water dragons" one after another.

At such a close distance, plus the fact that everyone was caught off guard, What was the power of the high-pressure water gun?

It was basically the same as a machine gun. It was just that the ribs were broken and the person fell to the ground. Under the fierce water flow, he could not even run.

He exerted his strength. Adolf jumped onto the windowsill with a few steps and shouted from above, "Don't move, don't move! Be careful, your head will explode. "

Xiao Qiangbing retreated to the door and looked at the messy scene in front of him with joy. When he saw the commander beside him, he clenched his fists tightly. He wished he could rush up and teach them a lesson.

"Can you do it? If you want to do it, do it. Doesn't that mean you have a home? " Xiao Qiangbing glanced at the corridor a few times, then said to him with a smile.

Liang Shuai turned around and looked. There was no home for what. After searching a few more times, he immediately saw a worn-out tarp. He excitedly took it and squeezed it to Fatty Liu's side. He begged loudly:

"Fatty, left, left, right. . . "

Liu Dapeng followed his instructions and shot the guns at the guys on the left. Liang Shuai, who had been holding it in for a long time, suddenly burst out. He glanced at the ground and found that the steel balls on the ground had been sprayed away by high-pressure water guns. He was brave enough to fight. He rushed over with a few steps and raised the pole to hit them. "Damn you, what are you worrying about. . . "

Looking at his skillful movements and his unorganized fighting routine, it reminded people of a chaotic fight between ruffians in an alley. However, the opponent had changed. The situation was different. Now that he was fighting with the bandits, this tactic was even more effective.

The bandits were all secretly complaining. They wished they could find a hole and hide in it. When had they ever been so cowardly? They had not even fired their guns when they were attacked by these people.

Bucketers, pearls, water guns, and tarps had made them wish they were dead. They did not even have the chance to surrender!

In the corridor, the old Taoist priest's singing became more and more impassioned and closer. Xiao Qiangbing felt that it was about time. Now that all the criminals had their guns separated, they were no longer able to resist. These few compatriots were more or less satisfied and could withdraw their troops.

"Qiang Zi, is this singing okay? Me, me, do you still want to sing?" The old Taoist priest walked over and loudly asked him, but his voice clearly had the intention of reminding him of something.

Xiao Qiangbing looked up and could not help but turn pale with fright.

He saw a group of people. And it was a black mass of people.

Most of them must have seen the scene of the Hong Kong Flying Tiger Squad dealing with a major case and moving quickly. Each of them raised their guns, turned their bodies, and walked quickly, as if they were facing a great enemy.

These were the ordinary police officers in front of them. They wore tactical gloves and knee guards, which looked very majestic. They were wearing bulletproof vests, which made them look even more intimidating.

There were two leaders among them, one fat and one thin. They were whispering something to each other, and their faces were full of satisfaction.

When these people passed by Room 707, the young gentleman standing at the door had a bright smile on his face. He seemed to know them and was about to greet them when the white-haired old man lowered his head and said something.

Two burly young men's shadows flashed and blocked in front of the young man. They blocked it so tightly that if one did not look carefully, one would not be able to see the shadow of the door frame at all. There was also someone watching the show.

The news of what happened in Room 808 had long been spread to the hotel. The management knew that Director Nyers had brought a large number of soldiers to the scene, so naturally, no one appeared here.