"Who are your brothers? Right now, every member of the Blackbat Hall is a member of the Rising Dragon Association. Therefore, you must obey our commands. Desertion on the battlefield is a form of betrayal! "Wang Jie looked at him sternly and enunciated each word clearly.
"What if I have to leave with my brothers now?"
"Then I have to kill you!"
Hans was silent, his face full of struggle and hesitation. Wang Jie raised his gun and pointed it at him, his eyes cold. He was waiting for Hans to make his decision. If he really wanted to betray and leave with the Blackbat Hall brothers, he would shoot immediately!
Batiste came to Wang Jie's side and gently pressed down his hand that was holding the gun. He said to Wang Jie, "Brother Wang, don't be so impulsive. We are all members of the Lung Hing Society now."
Wang Jie's face was gloomy as he said lightly, "Yes, we are indeed brothers now. But if he leaves now, then we are not! When it is time to shoot, I will not be lenient! Batiste, Johansson, what do you two think? Do you want to leave too? "
Johansson lowered his head and hesitated a little. Then he looked up at Wang Jie with a determined look and said, "No, no matter what, I will stay here and wait for Cheng Ge to come back, or wait for Brother Zhuge to give the order to retreat. Otherwise, I will stay here and never leave!"
Wang Jie looked at Johansson in surprise, then laughed softly and praised, "Good, you are my good brother!" He turned his head to look at Batiste and asked, "Batiste, what's your decision?"
Batiste lowered his head and looked at the ground. After a while, he raised his head with a smile on his lips. "I'll stay as well. Even though I haven't been in the Dragonrise Association for long, I feel like this is the place where I should be. The brothers here are all loyal to each other and uphold the morality of the gang. This is something I can't feel in the Red Gloves or the Martin Gang! So, I have decided to stay here! "
Hans looked at Johansson and Batiste in shock. He couldn't help but say in surprise, "You, you two …" He didn't finish his sentence. After a while, he said fiercely, "Fine, I'll stay too! My life is in the hands of the Lung Hing Society and Cheng Ge. I hope I don't die this time! "
The sound of gunfire was getting fewer and fewer. The Rising Dragon Association's men were about to run out of ammunition and food. The black men were slowly closing in on them. There were so many of them that they were pushing cars as cover as they could as they approached the Rising Dragon Association's camp. Once they got close enough, they would immediately charge forward and engage the Rising Dragon Association's men in melee combat.
The African Americans hid behind cars or other cover as they slowly approached. If one were to look down from the sky, one would notice a large group of African Americans moving stealthily and stealthily.
Fortunately, the black men had run out of bullets. Otherwise, the attack would have been even fiercer. However, the Lung Hing Society was also reaching its limit.
"Brother Wang, we won't be able to hold on much longer. All of our brothers only have around 180 bullets. Once we run out of bullets, we can only engage in close combat with these black people. Their numbers are three times ours!" Johnson said from Wang Jie's side.
Wang Jie's face was also gloomy. He was calling for Cheng Ge's arrival in his heart. Just now, in order to stabilize the morale of the troops, he had already told the surrounding brothers that Cheng Ge and the Red Gloves Society would come to their rescue. But now, the Lung Hing Society was about to be completely defeated, but there were still no reinforcements!
In fact, not only Wang Jie, but all the Lung Hing Society brothers were calling for Jiang Cheng's name in their hearts. They were looking forward to him bringing reinforcements.
Suddenly! A Lung Hing Society brother raised his hand and shouted toward the street in front of him, "It's Cheng Ge! Cheng Ge and the others are coming!"
Everyone's spirit was lifted, and they all looked in that direction in surprise.
In the distance, there were four minibuses driving toward them at a very fast speed, following closely behind the African Americans' car.
Seeing that the Lung Hing Society's reinforcements were only four cars, and they were vehicles they were very familiar with, not the Red Gloves' reinforcements, they couldn't help but feel disappointed. The number of reinforcements was too little. They were also clear about the Lung Hing Society's gun situation. The reinforcements that came earlier only had two or three guns at most. With such a small number of people and a small number of guns, what could they do in front of so many African Americans?
The members of the Lung Hing Society all showed disappointment and even despair in their eyes. They no longer had any expectations in their hearts. They had basically determined that the Lung Hing Society would definitely lose this time!
Even Wang Jie couldn't help but let out a sigh when he saw this scene. Sure enough, distant water couldn't put out a nearby fire. Even if the Lung Hing Society was very strong in China, in this place, even if it was Cheng Ge, he couldn't cook a meal without rice! He still couldn't turn the situation around.
"Screech …" An ear-piercing sound of brakes was heard!
The African Americans' car sprinted forward for a distance and stopped. In an instant, countless African Americans rushed out of the four buses and surrounded the four minibuses behind them. Each of them held a variety of weapons in their hands, intending to use brute force to force Jiang Cheng's car to stop.
Not only the newcomers, but even the African Americans who were preparing to attack the Lung Hing Society in front also stopped one by one, turning back and rushing toward Jiang Cheng's group. In the blink of an eye, it was like a piece of fresh meat surrounded by ants. Hundreds of black ants rushed toward the minibus from all directions!
Jiang Cheng squatted on the passenger seat of a car, coldly looking at the crazy African Americans around him. His eyes slightly narrowed. They were like a black wave, and there were too many of them!
The brothers brought by Jiang Cheng, including himself, had a total of twelve people. There were three in each car, and one in each car was equipped with a pistol. But their equipment was only so. In the face of an astonishing number of African Americans, their strength was like a fart, simply insignificant!
But they also brought something else, enough to open the eyes of those African Americans!
The minibus Jiang Cheng and his group took was very fast. Even if they saw many African Americans blocking in front of them, they still rushed forward regardless! When the cars were about to approach those African Americans, the four cars suddenly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel in the same direction, unexpectedly making a U-shaped turn. In an instant, the rear of the cars was facing those African Americans, while the front was facing the direction from which they came.
When the four cars were drifting, the African Americans were surprised to find that the rear doors of the carriages were completely open. At the moment of drifting, because of the centrifugal force, countless basketballs inside the carriages were thrown out. The number of basketballs thrown out by the four cars added up to more than a hundred, scattered on the ground, rolling everywhere. Many of them were mixed in the crowd of African Americans.
Some people even used their feet to kick those basketballs. They seemed to be a little heavy, not as simple as a basketball, but no one cared. It was just a little heavy, nothing more. In other words, it was no different from ordinary basketballs.
The African Americans pushed and squeezed each other, approaching the cars! They waved their weapons and rushed toward the four minibuses.
But at that moment, two or three people rushed out of each car. They were all members of the Lung Hing Society. They stood in the rear compartment and continuously threw the remaining basketballs at those African Americans. The African Americans, who were rushing over, could not help but take two steps back, and their rushing speed became a bit slower.
The members of the Lung Hing Society in each car kicked and threw the basketballs at the African Americans.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The basketballs hit the African Americans, and they fell to the side. After all, the weight of those basketballs was much heavier than ordinary basketballs.
However, it was impossible to rely on the slightly heavier basketballs to beat those African Americans back. More and more African Americans rushed toward the cars, and in a flash, they almost surrounded Jiang Cheng's cars. They used various weapons to hit the car's shell, making a loud "bang, bang" sound.
"Retreat!" Jiang Cheng shouted in the center of the minibus.
Along with his voice, the four minibuses began to slowly retreat. No, it should be more accurate to say it should be moving forward, because the front of their cars was originally facing the opposite direction of Rhodes Street. In the process of retreating, the African Americans constantly hit the car's shell with weapons, and the car's exterior was continuously dented. One by one, the African Americans were smashed. Some African Americans clung to the car's window, wanting to jump into the car!
Once they were allowed to enter, it was impossible to resist with only two people in the car. The members of the Lung Hing Society in the car desperately fought back, using all their strength to block those African Americans, not letting them in!
"Bang, bang, bang..." Messy sounds of weapons hitting each other could be heard. The members of the Lung Hing Society blocked one after another African Americans who tried to climb into the car from the rear compartment.
One by one, the African Americans fell off the car, but they were like ants. As soon as one fell off, another immediately climbed onto the car.
The members of the Lung Hing Society were very anxious and nervous. Like playing whack-a-mole, they used their weapons to hit the African Americans off the car, one after another.
The four minibuses retreated to the rear, and the African Americans hurriedly caught up with them. They surrounded the minibus and beat it. They did not notice that the basketballs were scattered in all corners around them. When the African Americans completely blocked the minibus, it was simply impossible to move forward. Jiang Cheng, who had been in control of the situation, instantly issued the second order!
"Turn! Turn the car for me! Throw those African Americans out! "Jiang Cheng shouted.
The four minibuses madly turned the steering wheel, and they spun at high speed in the same place. They were like four gyroscopes, spinning in the dense crowd, and constantly bouncing off the surrounding people. Even those who were originally lying on the car were thrown out one by one! The whole street was like playing a spinning top competition, and the four cars were spinning at high speed.
At the same time, the basketballs from the rear compartment of those cars were thrown out one by one, and scattered on the surrounding ground. Because of the rotation, the distribution was extremely uniform, and they were mixed in the surrounding black crowd.
When the last basketball was thrown out of the car, Jiang Cheng grabbed a strange remote control in his hand and shouted.
"Three!"
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