Wang Jie and Batiste were running in front of the team, heading towards Rhode Street. At the same time, Wang Jie's eyes kept glancing around.
Suddenly, Wang Jie rushed to the side of the street. There was a small bus passing by. Wang Jie opened his hands and stood in front of the bus. At this time, the bus was running at a high speed. Wang Jie's behavior was like a madman committing suicide.
"Creak –" a clear brake sound! The driver of the short-haired middle-aged man on the bus was shocked. He immediately stepped on the brakes and stopped the bus. However, due to the impact, his body was thrown forward. Although he was held back by the seat belt in time, it still made him feel uncomfortable.
"Ah, ah! …" Many tourists on the bus screamed. Some people fell in the bus, and some people hit the back of the seat in front of them. They could not help but let out a shout of anger.
The bus driver raised his head in shock and looked at Wang Jie in front of him. His chest immediately surged with anger. He poked his head out of the window and shouted at Wang Jie, "You bastard, do you want to die? Your mother is a whore, you son of a bitch … "Then came a series of obscenities.
Just as he was cursing, Wang Jie did not say a word. He immediately rushed from the front of the bus to the driver's side, opened the door, grabbed the driver's collar and pulled him out. At the same time, he shouted, "Get out! Lend us this bus! "
The driver waved his hand and tried to push Wang Jie away. At the same time, he raised his leg to kick him. He shouted, "You bastard, get out of my way. I'll lend you the bus. Dream on!"
Wang Jie was kicked by him. He suddenly became angry. He grabbed the guy's collar with his left hand and punched him in the cheek with his right hand. "Bang, bang, bang." After three or four punches, the guy was stunned. Then Wang Jie grabbed his clothes with both hands and dragged him from the driver's seat to the ground. Then he sat in the driver's seat.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Wang Jie slammed the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to the left. Soon, the bus made a U-turn on the street and turned the direction of the bus to Rhode Street.
The passengers on the bus immediately cursed, and many of them let out angry roars.
"Ah? What does that bastard want to do! He robbed the bus! "
"What the hell? We are going to the 9th district. Why did the bus suddenly turn around? "
"Get down, you bastard!" Someone roared at Wang Jie.
Wang Jie turned around from the driver's seat and shouted at the passengers on the bus: "Get off me, this bus is being requisitioned by me, the speed is fast, who dares to dawdle, I will make him look good!" His fierce eyes swept around the carriage.
Unfortunately, his gaze couldn't scare anyone at all. Immediately, a few strong men rushed forward to teach Wang Jie a lesson, but at this moment, a lot of people suddenly surrounded the bus. They slapped the window and shouted in unison, telling the passengers inside to quickly roll out.
Those who originally wanted to teach Wang Jie a lesson immediately froze, then turned around and got off. Under their leadership, other passengers also got off one by one with a look of horror on their faces. The speed was very fast, and the effect was much better than Wang Jie shouting just now.
This small bus could probably hold more than 50 people, but it still couldn't fit them, so after being inspired by Wang Jie, there were immediately other Lung Hing Society brothers who chose suitable vehicles, stopped them, drove the driver and the passengers off the bus, got into the driver's seat, and let other Lung Hing Society brothers get on the bus, and drove the bus in the direction of Rhode Street.
When his bus was full of people, Wang Jie stepped on the gas, and the bus went crazy, roaring forward quickly.
Only the passengers who were driven off the bus and the driver were left. They looked at each other, and their hearts were still confused. They didn't react to what had happened until a long time later. The driver reacted and immediately took out his cell phone to call the police.
Wang Jie and Batiste quickly led the brothers to Rhode Street. At this time, the team led by Zhao Hu and Johansson, as well as the people of the Blackbat Hall, were anxiously busy. They placed people in the corners of the surrounding buildings, looking for the best shooting angle to defend against those black people. There were three cabarets on Rhode Street, and there were no pedestrians on the wide east street. Lung Hing Society brothers were hiding everywhere.
On the wide street of Rhode Street, Zhao Hu and Johansson were squatting behind a car, silently staring in the direction of those black people.
Suddenly, Johansson's cell phone rang, and he received a message. He immediately opened the message, and his face immediately changed. He turned to Zhao Hu and said, "Brother Hu, I just received news that those black people have arrived, and there are ten buses rushing here!"
"How long until they arrive?" Zhao Hu looked at Johansson and asked.
"At most a minute!" Johansson said with a serious look.
Zhao Hu took a deep breath and turned his head to the opposite side of the street. Johansson and the others of the Blackbat Hall were lying in ambush there. Then he looked at the front of the street. There were seven or eight cars in the middle of the road, blocking the driving route.
The road to this side of the 17th Street had been blocked by their cars, and they were going to stop the black people's bus there. That position was very suitable for the brothers of the Lung Hing Society to shoot from all directions. Blocking the black people there would give them the most casualties.
Johansson received another message on his cell phone. He opened it and exclaimed, "How could it be! The number of black people has increased again, and there are two more teams rushing here from two other places. Although these two teams don't have many guns, there are still a lot of people! "
Zhao Hu's face sank, and he immediately asked, "How many people?"
Johansson looked up at Zhao Hu, and said with an ugly face, "Each team has 100 people, which means that another 400 people are rushing here!"
"These b * stards!" Zhao Hu couldn't help but curse, and then he sneered, "There are really a lot of people, and they actually sent 600 people to deal with us. They really think highly of us."
"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, the Martin Gang is a big gang with 2,000 people. Although our Lung Hing Society sneak attacked them and surrounded some of their people to defend everywhere, even so, it's still very easy for them to send 500 to 600 people to attack a place," Johansson said with a bitter smile.
"Hmph." Zhao Hu snorted and wanted to say something more, but at that moment, he heard the red sound of a car engine in the distance, and he quickly looked over.
"Brother Hu, they're coming, they're coming!" Johansson said quickly with a nervous look, and he raised his hand to point at the street in the distance.
At the corner of the street in the distance, there were suddenly more than 10 buses rushing in this direction. They were very fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the cars parked on the street. However, these buses didn't seem to have the slightest intention of stopping. Instead, they sped up and charged fiercely.
"Boom!" The bus at the front crashed into a car that was parked sideways, and the huge impact pushed the car forward.
"Boom, boom …" With the first bus taking the lead, the other buses also rushed over, and one by one, they crashed into the cars that were blocking the road. The cars were knocked over, and many of the cars were even knocked over, with the wheels up and the roof down.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak …" Under the impact of the buses, the steel body of the overturned cars rubbed against the ground, making squeaking sounds, and sometimes bursts of sparks on the ground.
"Oh no, those black people want to force their way through the blockade!" Johansson's face changed slightly, and he looked over in panic.
Zhao Hu gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "It's useless to think so much. Those black people have broken through the blockade and are getting off! Shoot! Shoot! Don't let them get close! " He raised his gun and fired in that direction, hitting the driver of the bus at the very front with one shot.
The driver, who was shot by Zhao Hu, immediately clutched his chest in pain. He struggled in the driver's seat for a while, and then stopped moving. The bus that he was driving didn't even step on the brakes, and it continued to speed forward. Suddenly, it crashed into the wall of the building next to it.
"Boom!" A loud sound was heard. The front of the bus that crashed into the wall was dented, and black smoke was coming out of the engine, and a pungent liquid was dripping down. It was gasoline! The bus that was hit started to leak oil!
The black people in the bus were knocked over, and as soon as they regained their balance, they immediately rushed out of the bus. Some of them kicked open the door, while others broke the windows, and all of them rushed out of the bus.
At the same time, the members of the Lung Hing Society, who were lying in ambush nearby, opened fire. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots were heard continuously, and bullets were fired at the buses. Not only the bus that had crashed into the wall, but also the other buses that were still moving forward at high speed.
Everyone began to move. It wasn't just the members of the Rising Dragon Association, but the African Americans as well. As soon as the bus came to a stop, they quickly rushed out and used the bus as cover to open fire in all directions. For a time, gunshots rang out one after another. It was extremely messy and ear-piercing, as though they had arrived at a smoke-filled battlefield!
No, it should be said that Rhode Street was now a smoke-filled battlefield!
"Bang! Bang!" Zhao Hu poked his head out from behind the car and raised his gun to shoot at the black people in the distance. Before the bullets were finished, his other hand had already taken out a magazine from his pocket. Once the magazine was empty, he would reload as fast as he could.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A few bullets hit the front of the car that Zhao Hu was hiding in, causing the steel to emit a sharp sound. After the gunshots were over, he poked his body out again to shoot.
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