"Cheng Ge!" Zhao Hai carried Zhao Hu on his back as they walked out of the bar. The brothers surrounded them and protected them in the middle. Zhao Hai walked into the group of African Americans and turned around to shout at Jiang Cheng.
"You guys go first. Bring the injured brothers back. Don't worry about me!" Jiang Cheng replied loudly. He had already pulled Rice up. His left hand was strangling his neck, and his right hand was holding the gun against Rice's head. Both of them retreated to the wall outside the bar, surrounded by a group of African Americans.
Jing Long gave Jiang Cheng a deep look, then turned to the others and said, "Carry the injured brothers. Let's go. Listen to Cheng Ge!" After saying that, he bent down and carried a young French man. This was a French brother who had just joined the Lung Hing Society. He then went to another place and carried an Asian brother, quickly bringing them out of Rhodes Street.
The other Lung Hing Society brothers looked at Jiang Cheng, then looked at Jing Long. They clenched their teeth, stomped their feet, and followed behind Jing Long.
Seeing the brothers of the Lung Hing Society walking away in twos and threes, Jiang Cheng felt slightly relieved. He retracted his gaze and looked at the African Americans surrounding him. He smiled coldly and said, "Get out of my way. I'm safe, and I'll make sure this guy is safe as well. Otherwise, I believe you all know the consequences!" After saying that, he moved the gun to Rice's chin and pushed it upwards. As long as he pulled the trigger lightly, this guy's head would be blown open.
"Let Rice go! Or else we won't let you leave! " A African American with a scar on his face walked out from the group of African Americans and said coldly. The scar on his face stretched from the corner of his left eye to the bottom of his right cheek. Half of his face must have been cut open. Although the wound had already healed, when he spoke, his muscles would twist unnaturally, making his face look hideous and terrifying.
"Hehe … If I let him go, what right do I have to negotiate?" Jiang Chen smiled faintly and snorted disdainfully. He scoffed at this kind of suggestion.
"Whoosh …" While they were talking, a large group of black men came running from the distance. There were more than twenty of them, and they seemed to be the reinforcements that Rice's subordinates had called for.
The group of black men ran to the innermost part of the group and faced Jiang Cheng directly. One of them ran in front, wearing sunglasses. He took off his sunglasses and looked at Rice, who was being held hostage by Jiang Cheng. He smiled and said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Rice, you're such a useless piece of trash. You can't even handle such a small matter and are being held hostage. You should go find a job, not stay in a gang and occupy a position!"
Seeing this black man, Rice was very nervous. His lips trembled as he asked, "Graham, you … what do you want?"
The black man called Graham waved his hand behind him and said to the twenty or so black men he had brought with him, "Shoot! Get rid of this Asian man! "
Three or four of Graham's men pulled out their guns and aimed at Rice and Jiang Cheng. One of Rice's men looked at Graham doubtfully and said, "Graham, if you shoot like this, Rice will be shot as well …"
Hearing this man's words, Graham smiled and slowly walked in front of the man. Suddenly, he grabbed the man's collar and lifted him up to his face. Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart.
Graham said, "I'm just asking my men to get rid of this Asian man. If they accidentally hit Rice, then it can only be called an accidental injury. Do you understand?"
This man of Rice's was only about 1.6 meters tall. He was lifted in midair by Graham, who was about 1.9 meters tall. Graham's collar was tightly wrapped around his neck, and he could barely breathe. He hurriedly nodded his head.
"Graham, you're crazy! You've been wanting to kill me for a long time. You just want to take this opportunity to … "Rice screamed at Graham in fear.
Bang, bang, bang … Bang, bang, bang … A series of gunshots rang out!
Before Rice could finish, more than ten bullets hit his body and side. The moment the gunshots rang out, Jiang Cheng immediately pushed Rice forward like a shield. Most of the bullets hit Rice's body, and a few hit the wall beside him. Rice was hit by countless bullets, and his body trembled like he was having an epileptic fit.
After a round of gunshots, Graham's three men immediately reloaded. They were very fast, and the next wave of gunshots rang out a few seconds later. Jiang Cheng had no time to escape.
If this goes on, I'll be trapped here until I die! Jiang Cheng thought to himself. He grabbed Rice's dead body by the neck and held it in front of him. His body moved sideways, and bullets continued to hit Rice's body. Occasionally, a few bullets would drill into the wall beside Jiang Cheng, and the bullets were completely embedded in the wall.
Jiang Cheng held Rice's body and quickly moved toward the entrance of the bar next to him. When he was about to reach the intersection, he pushed Rice's body out and grabbed a white man next to him. He forced the white man into the bar. This white man was Jabadon's man, and Jiang Cheng wanted to turn him into a new moving shield!
"If you don't want to die, run!" Jiang Cheng pointed his gun at the white man running in front of him and said.
With the gun on his back, the white man's body instantly stiffened, and he quickly nodded in agreement. In accordance with Jiang Cheng's instructions, he quickly ran into the depths of the bar.
Jiang Cheng followed closely behind him. At the same time, as he ran, he stole a glance behind him. The black man behind him seemed to be afraid of a sneak attack, so his speed was a little slow. Jiang Cheng was delighted, and he urged the white man in front of him to run faster.
"Is there an exit at the back of the bar? Take me there!"
The white man thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, no, there are some burglar-proof windows, but they can't be opened in a short time. People can't get out from the back."
Jiang Cheng smiled ferociously and kicked the white man's ass from behind. "You'd better behave yourself. I'm telling you, if you can't find a way to get me out of here, I'll open a vent in your head with this gun of mine!" Jiang Cheng said, waving the gun in his hand and pointing it at the white man.
The white man's face was pale with fear. As he ran forward, he turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng. After a long time, he finally said, "I, I know an exit. It's a tunnel dug by Jabadon. I'll take you there, and after we get out, you'll let me go. I beg you, don't … don't kill me …"
"Of course, if you take me out, I have no reason to kill you," Jiang Cheng replied with a nod.
The white man hesitated for a moment, then ran toward the private room where Jabadon was caught the other day. At the same time, he shouted, "Come with me."
Jiang Cheng's spirit was shaken and he immediately chased after him.
Two or three minutes later, Jiang Cheng and the white man arrived at the room where Jabadon had stayed. The white man immediately ran to the cabinet next to him, opened the cabinet door, and fumbled at the base of the cabinet. After a while, he turned to Jiang Cheng and said, "Okay … okay, you can leave from here."
Jiang Cheng went forward to take a look and found that the baffle under the wardrobe had been removed, revealing a dark hole. A sour and rotten smell came out, mixed with the fragrance of soil. The passage was very narrow, and the entrance was about 30 × 50 square meters. Jiang Cheng didn't know where it led to.
Jiang Cheng raised his gun and pointed at the white man. "You go first, I'll follow you."
"Ah?" The white man looked at Jiang Cheng with some reluctance. "You, you just have to go straight and you'll see the exit. You don't need … you don't need me to lead the way."
"Don't talk nonsense, don't dilly-dally," Jiang Cheng's face sank. He raised his gun and pointed to the entrance of the passage.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's expression, the young man was startled. He quickly nodded, bent down, and crawled into the narrow passage. Seeing that the young man had really gone in, Jiang Cheng did not hesitate any longer. He walked into the wardrobe, closed the door, and crawled into the passage as well. He even restored the entrance to the wardrobe to the original floor of the wardrobe.
Jiang Cheng crawled forward in the dark passageway. This passageway was so narrow that a person with a particularly large physique might get stuck in the passageway, unable to advance or retreat. The passageway seemed to be surrounded by stone walls, which seemed to have been specially excavated. The stone walls were a little cold and damp. Hopefully, there was no moss or anything like that growing on them.
As he crawled forward, Jiang Cheng asked the white man in front of him, "Where does this passage lead to? Why is it that the further we go, the more I can smell the stench? "
The white man's body paused for a moment, but then he crawled forward again. He shook his head and said, "I, I've only come here once. Someone died in this passage, killed by Boss Jabbarton, but this smell … this smell is not the smell of a dead person. We're about to reach the sewers of Paris."
Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. At first glance, he knew that this passage was built by Jabbarton to prevent one day using it as an escape route. Arranging the exit of the passage in the sewers was indeed a great idea. The sewers were well hidden and accessible from all directions. It would not be a problem to get to the surface from any place, but … the smell was too stinky. It was really unpleasant!
Only about a minute later, the two of them reached the end of the passage. The white man climbed out of the passage and fell on the edge of the sewers in front of them. Jiang Cheng followed closely behind. When his feet landed, they stepped on the thick concrete floor.
Jiang Cheng took out his mobile phone and used the light from the phone to look around. They were now in a large sewer with a semi-circular dome above their heads. Next to them was a sewer ditch about four meters wide. They stood on the side of the ditch, and the air was filled with a combination of the stench.
"Where do we go out from?" Jiang Cheng asked. His eyes swept around, but he did not see the passage leading up. Maybe it was because there was not enough light, or maybe there was no passage nearby.
The white man pointed to the dark passage behind him and said, "Walk a dozen meters in that direction, and you can go up. But after we go out, it's behind the bar. "
Jiang Cheng frowned. If the Martin Gang couldn't find him in the bar, it was very likely that they would search around or directly chase him from the passage he came down from. He couldn't go out from such a close exit, so he asked the white man, "What about the other exits? Take me to another exit."
The white man hesitated a little, then nodded and walked forward.
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