The black men looked around the crowd for traces of the man who had just fired the gun. Finally, their eyes all fell on Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the black men around him coldly. Then, he shouted at Zhao Hai, who was also in a daze, "Zhao Hai, you b * stard! Hurry up and attack! I'll cover you! Why are you standing there like a fool? "
When Zhao Hai and the brothers of the Lung Hing Society heard Jiang Cheng's words, they suddenly came to their senses. They all roared and rushed to the door of the bar. As they moved, the black men also came to their senses. They quickly stood in front of them and waved their weapons at them.
"Bang!" Another loud gunshot was heard.
All the black men were stunned. They looked at Jiang Cheng at the same time. They were all a little afraid of this Asian man who looked like a sharpshooter.
Jiang Cheng held his gun high. Just now, he had raised his gun and fired an empty bullet into the sky, making the loud gunshot echo in the sky. At this moment, when he saw many black men looking at him, he said coldly, "Let my brothers go over. If anyone dares to move first, I'll kill him immediately!" As he spoke, he looked around the crowd and watched everyone's movements.
The black men around him were so scared that they didn't dare to move. They were all worried that the bullet would fall on them.
Taking advantage of the hesitation of the surrounding black people, Zhao immediately took his brothers and ran towards the entrance of the bar. When they arrived at the entrance, they attacked the black people who were attacking the entrance from behind. Suddenly, the black people were caught in a flurry, and they were attacked from both sides from the front and back.
But at this moment, a man with a hoarse voice said, "Hurry up! What are you doing here? It's just one man with a gun. What are you afraid of? Go and beat them until they are paralyzed. If anyone wants to retreat, don't think about it! "
Hearing the man's words, the black men who were afraid of He Zhaohai's marksmanship and didn't dare to rush up suddenly hesitated. After a few seconds, they saw a black man rushing towards He Zhaohai. Jiang Cheng, who saw this scene, immediately raised his gun and ran towards the two men in front. With two gunshots, two more black men fell to the ground.
But this time, the two people who were shot were not in the crowd. They quickly ran to Jiang Cheng and Zhao Hai and fought with Zhao Hai's group.
As for the black men who rushed to Jiang Cheng's side, they threw all kinds of weapons at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng nimbly dodged them, and some were smashed by the long red stick. Just as he was about to be surrounded by the black men, Jing Long rushed to Jiang Cheng's side and waved his stick to hit the people around him.
While helping Jiang Cheng clean up the black men around him, Jing Long reached into his pocket and took out a high-quality revolver and threw it to Jiang Cheng.
"Cheng Ge, your shooting skills are good. Take this first. There are five bullets in it. You can shoot continuously!"
With a "pa" sound, Jiang Cheng caught the gun that Jing Long had thrown to him. He smiled and said to Jing Long, "Good, that's great." As he spoke, he suddenly ran to the entrance of the bar and shouted, "Jing Long, block the others. Don't let them get in my way."
Jiang Cheng's speed was extremely fast. He almost instantly passed the people in front of him. Anyone who stood in front of him was nimbly dodged by him. If he couldn't get around them, he would quickly use his fists and feet to knock them to the ground. Among them, he met a particularly good fighter and was difficult to deal with. However, Jiang Cheng immediately shot him in the knee. Suddenly, the guy knelt in front of Jiang Cheng and could no longer be entangled.
Rushing to the entrance of the bar, Jiang Cheng immediately saw several acquaintances. One of them was Jabbarton and several of his brothers. They were the three or four people who chose to leave when they were asked to join the Lung Hing Society. In addition to these people, there were also seven or eight unfamiliar faces that Jiang Cheng didn't know.
Jiang Cheng immediately rushed forward, and in front of Jabbarton's surprised eyes, Jiang Cheng arrived at the back of his wheelchair. Jiang Cheng kicked the back of the wheelchair with all his strength. Jabbarton, whose legs had been broken not long ago, screamed in fear when Jiang Cheng kicked the back of the wheelchair. His body immediately fell forward and fell on the ground like a dog eating shit, screaming in pain.
Jiang Cheng raised his leg and kicked Jabbarton's legs, which had just begun to heal. Only two soft "squeak" sounds could be heard. Jabbarton's legs, which had recovered a little, showed a strange crooked shape.
In just a moment, the surrounding black men immediately surrounded Jiang Cheng. They were holding a variety of weapons in their hands and were eager to fight. However, no one really rushed forward. Their eyes were all fixed on the gun in Jiang Cheng's hand.
Jiang Cheng's eyes darted around quickly. His vigilant eyes swept across the surrounding black people, and finally fell on another familiar face — Rice. The one who had brought people to cause trouble today was actually Rice, one of the six leaders of Martin Luther Church. He was Rice, one of the six leaders of Martin Luther Church! The tall, fat black man.
Rice's palm, which had been pierced by Lin Yu's chopsticks, was almost healed. The moment he saw Jiang Cheng, his body trembled as he recognized Jiang Cheng. He gritted his teeth and pointed at Jiang Cheng angrily, shouting at the other black men, "Teacher, Locke, hurry up and kill this guy! He's one of those Asians from last time!"
The two or three black men next to him had also recognized Jiang Cheng. They exchanged glances and immediately rushed towards Jiang Cheng from all four directions, raising their weapons high!
Jiang Cheng saw all of this from the corner of his eyes. He didn't stay in the same place and rushed towards Rice. In front of him, a black man grabbed a wooden board and threw it at him. Jiang Cheng ran quickly and dodged to the left, dodging the wooden board and kicking the black man in the stomach.
The black man couldn't help but bend his back. Jiang Cheng stuck close to him, grabbed his right arm, twisted his waist, and threw him with his shoulder. With a bang, the black man fell to the ground like a broken sack.
Without looking at the struggling black man on the ground, Jiang Cheng spun around and pounced on Rice, who was not far away.
Rice began to panic. His subordinates were being killed by Jiang Cheng in a matter of minutes, and he knew what would happen if Jiang Cheng got close to him. He didn't even need to think about it to know what would happen to him. An idea struck him, and with a panicked look on his face, he turned around and ran, preparing to hide behind the other black men.
Rice had only run two or three meters —
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out!
Jiang Cheng raised the gun in front of his chest and fired. A bullet pierced through Rice's right leg. His right leg went limp as he ran, and he fell to the ground with a thud. He clutched his right leg and screamed in pain.
Jiang Cheng ran a few steps to catch up. He leaped into the air and stepped on Rice's back, causing him to groan and beg for mercy.
Jiang Cheng stood on Rice's back and bent down. He pressed the muzzle of his gun against the back of Rice's head and ordered coldly, "Tell your men to back off. Let them go, or I'll shoot you right now!" As he spoke, he pushed the gun against the back of Rice's head. The force was so great that Rice's face kept slamming into the ground.
"You … you can't run away. Going against … going against the Martin Gang, you're … you're asking for it!" Rice's nose kept slamming into the cement, and he cried out in pain from time to time.
"Cut the crap!" Jiang Cheng punched Rice's waist hard, causing him to cry out in pain. He twisted his face in agony, and then Jiang Cheng continued, "If we don't get out of here, I can guarantee that you'll be the first to die!" He then threw a few more punches at Rice!
Rice's entire body was in pain from Jiang Cheng's punches, and he could no longer take it. He raised his hands and begged for mercy. "Stop … stop, ah! Don't hit me, stop hitting me! "
"Do you agree to my terms or not? Speak!" Jiang Cheng asked coldly as he grabbed the back of Rice's neck and pressed the side of his face to the ground. He pressed the muzzle of his gun against Rice's head.
The murderous intent in Jiang Cheng's eyes was obvious. He was already very anxious and had no time to waste with Rice. If he delayed any longer, Zhao Hu would die without medical attention.
Rice saw the murderous look in Jiang Cheng's eyes and was instantly scared out of his wits. He looked cross-eyed at the gun against his head and nodded repeatedly.
"Then f * cking hurry up!" Jiang Cheng said angrily. Then, he saw the African Americans quietly approaching from the corner of his eye. He immediately turned around with a sharp gaze, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger at the African American closest to him. A loud gunshot rang out, and the African American was instantly shot in the chest. His body fell to the ground.
Jiang Cheng swept the muzzle of his gun at the people around him and said coldly, "Next time, I'll aim at his head! The first to die will be one of you, and the second to die will be him! " As he said that, he turned around and pressed the muzzle against Rice's cheek. He roared, "Whoever wants to die, come and try it!"
The surrounding African Americans were instantly stunned. They looked at each other and stood where they were, not moving forward.
"You pig, hurry up and tell your men to get out of here!" Jiang Cheng's gun was pressed hard against Rice's fat cheek, and the fat on his face caved in.
Rice looked around silently, as if he was very unwilling to submit to Jiang Cheng so easily.
"Bang! Bang! Bang … "Jiang Cheng looked at his expression and did not say anything else. He used the butt of his gun and his elbow to hit Rice's cheek and back. Every time he hit, there was a dull thud like he was hitting a sandbag.
"Ah, ah! … Back off … Let them go! … Let them go! " Rice screamed miserably as he was hit by Jiang Cheng. In the end, he covered his head with both hands to protect himself from Jiang Cheng's storm-like attacks. Rice could see that Jiang Cheng was full of murderous intent. If he did not speak, he would really be beaten to death by Jiang Cheng.
The surrounding African Americans who heard Rice's order hesitated and did not move.
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