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Chapter 492 The fat man who sells martial arts

"This time, if you have the ability, let me escape again."

Zhou Xingxing and Ma Jun tied Xiaozhuang like pigs, handcuffed both hands and feet, Zhou Xingxing finally uneasy to take off his belt and tied Xiaozhuang's hands tightly.

"You have something wrong! If you are afraid that he will escape, you can tie his hands and feet. What is it that you put socks in his mouth?"

Ma Jun looked at Zhou Xingxing with a headache, he really didn't want to ride in the same car with Zhou Xingxing.

"Ah? I've always acted like this on TV." Zhou Xingxing pretended to be dumbfounded and said, of course he couldn't clearly say that he was avenging Xiaozhuang's last escape.

"Uuuuuu-!"

Xiao Zhuang struggled a few times lying on the footboard of the back seat of the car, and actually broke free from the handcuffs with his hands. The first thing he did was to dig out the stinky socks in his mouth.

"oops!"

Zhou Xingxing's surprised voice couldn't hide his joy.

The pistol on this guy's waist has no bullets at all, so he is not afraid of Xiaozhuang taking the gun.

Sure enough, after Xiao Zhuang dug out the smelly socks in his mouth, he reached out and grabbed the police gun from Zhou Xingxing's waist in the next second.

Xiaozhuang had just held the police gun on Zhou Xingxing's waist, and before he had time to rejoice, Zhou Xingxing's serial fists had already covered Xiaozhuang's face.

"Don't move!" Xiao Zhuang sneered.

'Bang bang bang bang ——! '

Zhou Xingxing's dense fists bombarded Xiaozhuang's face, and he wanted to beat him up for a long time.

"Ma Jun, fuck him together!"

Zhou Xingxing was not too late to greet Ma Jun, but it was a pity that Ma Jun did not fight those who could not fight back.

Xiao Zhuang squeezed the trigger and found that there was no bullet in the gun, and Xingxing beat him even harder next week.

"Boom bang bang bang."

"Ah--!"

Zhou Xingxing is one of the few guys who can pose as Bruce Lee in a cramped car.

"Cool--!"

Zhou Xingxing beat Xiaozhuang into a pig head.

the other side.

Li Er spread his hands and smiled at Chen Jiaju very generously: "Don't you want credit? We took the killer away, and handed these little scumbags to you."

Chen Jiaju gave Li Er a blank glance. He already knew that Li Xianying was in charge of the case. It was better to discuss with Li Xianying than to communicate with Li Er, a swindler.

"Chen sir, sixteen gangsters died."

Chen Jiaju's eyes widened at Wu Feifei's report.

"Li Er, are your subordinates here to fight?" Chen Jiaju jumped to look at Li Er.

So many people died in one case, it will definitely attract the attention of the police department and the media, now Chen Jiaju dare not do anything if he wants to share more credit.

Li Er turned to look for Miao Zhishun.

Miao Zhishun wisely followed Zhou Xingxing and Ma Jun and ran away.

"They all have guns, and they have more firepower than us."

Li Xianying explained it.

Chen Jiaju nodded.

How many of these bastards of society die is none of his business. Chen Jiaju just wonders who Li Er's subordinates are. There are only a few people, but it seems like an army is coming.

"Falling down the street, the reporter is here, I'll withdraw first, here you guys will get it done."

Li Er saw a few guys with cameras rushing over from a distance, and quickly retreated. The news media on Hong Kong Island have a good sense of smell, and wherever there is trouble, they are there.

"Hey—! Li sir!"

Le Huizhen hurriedly greeted the photographer beside her to shoot Li Er.

After Li Er gave Le Huizhen a middle finger, he drove away.

"Miss Le, he just seemed to give you the middle finger."

Although Le Huizhen's photographer did not dare to scold Li Er in person, this did not prevent him from slandering Li Er Er behind his back.

"So what, he is just Bibi Finger, and he doesn't dare to do it."

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Le Huizhen's words made her photographer become red.

Although they failed to catch Li Er, but fortunately they were the first to arrive at the scene, Le Huizhen quickly interviewed Chen Jiaju.

Le Huizhen knows Chen Jiaju. She knows that this big nose likes to show off the most. Today's live interview will definitely go very smoothly.

"Chen sir, what kind of big case is this? I just met Sir Li. He asked me to interview you all the way."

Le Huizhen is really scheming, she made a simple move and made Chen Jiaju mistakenly think that she was really arranged by Li's second child.

There are so many lovers called Li Er Er, and the female reporter in front of him is indeed more beautiful, and Chen Jiaju has indeed seen Le Huizhen appearing with Li Er several times.

Chen Jiaju rudely defined that Le Huizhen and Li Lao Er had an adulterous affair.

Since it was arranged by Li Er, Chen Jiaju didn't stop Le Huizhen, and even let Le Huizhen's cameraman run inside the police isolation line to capture the most important scenes of the scene.

Le Huizhen looked at the corpse of the gangster lying on the ground in shock, which must have been done by Li Er.

Li Er, who was driving, rubbed his nose. Sometimes Li Sir is really innocent.

A dilapidated wooden warehouse.

"Did you bring the goods?"

Two middle-aged men speaking Mandarin looked at a fat man opposite.

"It's no nonsense, what am I doing here when I don't have the goods?"

Partridge opened a big bag that he brought with a displeased face.

"700, exactly the same as the note outside, short and compact, easy to carry, [-] yuan each." Partridge took out a pistol from the bag and shook it.

"Five and four black stars, one thousand and two, buy two and get two magazines."

Partridge said, and took out another pistol, this dead fat man really didn't do the right thing.

After Li Er challenged the elite sports center and defeated the karate master, the business of the elite sports center plummeted, and Partridge was unfortunately unemployed again.

"Fatty, are they all short cannons? Is there a long guy?"

"Yes! I have everything here."

The partridge dishes were immediately happy, and it seemed to be a big business.

"MP5 submachine gun, this is what the Flying Tigers use. You take this thing to the streets, and make sure those ordinary snipers turn around and run away when they see it."

The partridge patted his fat chest and sold it very hard.

This guy is actually very serious and diligent in his work, but his luck doesn't seem to be very good.

"Can it really scare people?"

"Boom boom boom boom."

Partridge shot into the sky, the muzzle flashed red, and the bullet casing fell to the ground.

"There is a sound, there is a fire, and there are bullet holes. It is exactly the same as the real thing. It only sells for two thousand and five. What do you think?"

This dead fat man is actually selling fake guns, but it's normal. With his ability, he can't get a real submachine gun.

"Okay! We want all these guns."

The two men who bought guns were overjoyed.

Partridge is also very happy. He bought these fake guns, and he has not sold any of them.

"Then thank you, since you are so refreshing, I gave you a [-]% discount, [-]."

"Okay!" said the two gun-buying men, about to reach for the bag of partridge vegetables.

"Wait, where's the money?" Partridge quickly stopped the other party.

"When we grab the money, we will naturally give it to you."

"Just kidding, you guys!" Partridge immediately took the bag into his hands.

"If you don't have money, you can learn to robbery. Go buy two watermelon knives and practice your skills first!" Partridge was very disappointed, and it seemed that he couldn't earn even a dime today.

"Fatty man, are you looking down on us?"

Partridge nodded honestly.

"If you give me money, I will look up to you."

"court death!"

The two men who bought guns threw their fists at the partridge, obviously they planned to grab the partridge directly.

"Oh! Do you know what I was selling before I sold guns?" Partridge said with a grin.

(End of this chapter)