Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 13: A swift and decisive battle to wipe out the Vietnamese.

Ah Zha stuffed the peeled apple into his mouth, took a big bite, and the juice dripped down his chin onto his T-shirt: "Trying to lower the price? Do you think we're vegetable vendors on the street? Tell him, either eat it at the original price, or I'll make sure he can't do business anymore."

"Things have been really tight lately." Ah Hu raised his head, his fleshy face twitching. "Yesterday when I went to buy cigarettes, I had a feeling someone was watching me."

"What's wrong? You're being paranoid. Someone would have made a move already." Ah Zha stuck the dagger on the table. "Besides, we're not afraid of a fight. The three of us brothers have fought guerrilla warfare against regular troops in the jungle. These uniformed guys from Hong Kong are nothing." He paused. "Ah Hu, is the cargo hidden properly?"

Ah Hu nodded: "Don't you trust me to do things?"

"Then let's do the deal tomorrow night." Ah Zha spat out the apple core. "After this deal, we'll go to Macau to lay low for a while."

Just then, Ah Hu suddenly stood up abruptly, his nose twitching twice, like an alert wild beast: "Something's not right... there's a smell of diesel fuel."

Song Zhaowen felt a chill run down his spine; he had made a mistake!

The old ship that crossed the sea reeked of diesel fuel, which probably got on the Vietnamese men's clothes and made them wary.

Ah Hu had already grabbed his machete and was walking towards the door. Tony immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the door.

There was no time to think. Song Zhaowen lowered his voice and said to Xiao Zhuoxiao, "You on the left, I'll on the right. Be ruthless and don't hesitate."

Before he could finish speaking, Ah Hu had already kicked open the rickety wooden door. In the moonlight, his ferocious face and the cold glint of the machete in his hand were clearly visible.

Like a cheetah, Song Zhaowen darted out from behind the oil drum, not charging straight forward, but rolling sideways to barely avoid Ah Hu's slashing blade. The machete struck the metal, sending sparks flying. The instant Song Zhaowen rose, his right hand had already drawn the Black Star from his back waist; without aiming, he pulled the trigger entirely by feel.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the silent bay, startling a flock of night birds in the distance. Ah Hu grunted, a spray of blood erupting from his right shoulder as his machete slipped from his grasp. But he was incredibly fierce; instead of retreating, he advanced, throwing a left punch at Song Zhaowen's face.

Song Zhaowen dodged to the side, the force of the punch stinging his cheek. Before he could finish off the opponent, he pressed down with his left hand, grabbing Ah Hu's wrist, and slammed his right knee into Ah Hu's abdomen. Ah Hu doubled over in pain as Song Zhaowen's rifle butt slammed heavily into the back of his neck.

On the other side, Xiao Zhuoxiao also clashed with Tony.

Tony had already turned his gun, but Xiao Zhuoxiao was a step faster. He ducked and lunged, not at Tony, but at the ground, grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it forcefully.

"Fuck your mother!" Tony, his eyes smeared with sand, instinctively closed them and fired, but the bullet missed. Xiao Zhuoxiao had already crashed into his arms, grabbing his wrist holding the gun tightly and lifting him up.

"Bang!" The bullet pierced through the tin roof.

Ah Zha inside reacted extremely quickly. The instant Ah Hu was shot and fell to the ground, he had already rolled behind the table, grabbed the dagger that had been stuck in the table with his right hand, and at the same time reached for his waist with his left hand—there was a short-barreled pistol tucked there.

Song Zhaowen caught a glimpse of Azha's actions out of the corner of his eye and did not hesitate for a moment. He swiftly reached behind Ahu's waist with his left hand, pulled out a gleaming military dagger, and threw it with a backhand.

The bayonet whistled through the air. Just as Azha raised his gun, he felt a chill on his wrist; the bayonet had pierced his right wrist precisely and embedded itself in the wooden board behind it. A sharp pain made him groan, and the pistol fell from his hand to the ground.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

From the moment Ah Hu kicked the door to the moment Ah Zha's wrist was pinned down, only three or four seconds passed.

Song Zhaowen gave Azha no chance to catch his breath. He stepped over the fallen Ahu and moved like a ghost close to the table. Azha's left hand still tried to grab the knife, but Song Zhaowen's black star was already pressed against his forehead.

boom!

The bullet shattered his skull, spraying red and white splatter everywhere.

"Brother!"

Seeing his brothers dead and wounded, Tony roared like a wild beast and suddenly threw Xiao Zhuoxiao over.

Tony's strength was astonishing. Xiao Zhuoxiao was thrown back by him, his lower back slamming heavily against the rusty hull, causing him to gasp in pain. Tony's eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged bull. Ignoring the sand still sticking out of his head, he instinctively lunged at the pistol lying on the ground.

Song Zhaowen didn't even turn around.

The instant Tony roared, he had already turned to the side, the muzzle of the gun moved half an inch away from Aja's forehead, his wrist slightly turned, and he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The second shot rang out almost immediately after the first.

The bullet entered Tony's left ear below and exited above his right ear. His forward lunge abruptly froze, and he fell to the ground like a log, his fingers just inches from the pistol.

Blood gushed from the bullet holes, mixing with sand and spreading a dark stain on the damp ground.

The cabin fell into a deathly silence.

Xiao Zhuoxiao trembled with every gunshot.

He thought to himself, "Damn, let me think, I haven't really offended A-Wen in any way before. He's even more cold-blooded than Leon in the movie."

Now all that remains are Ah Hu's heavy, painful breathing and the monotonous lapping of the waves in the distance.

Song Zhaowen put away his gun and looked back at Azha's face. Azha's pupils were already dilated, and blood was still slowly seeping from the hole between his eyebrows. He reached out and checked Azha's neck to make sure he was no longer breathing before straightening up.

"Ah Wen... Uncle Fu wasn't saying he wanted to teach him a lesson..."

"The situation has changed." Song Zhaowen interrupted him, his tone flat: "In that situation just now, it was either him or us who died." He walked to Tony's side, bent down to pick up the short-barreled pistol, checked the magazine, and found there were three bullets left.

"Here you go." He tossed the gun to Xiao Zhuoxiao.

Xiao Zhuoxiao caught the gun; it was still warm. He swallowed hard and gripped the handle tightly.

Song Zhaowen knelt down in front of Ah Hu. Ah Hu's right shoulder was still bleeding, and he had taken a heavy blow to the back of his neck. He was still dazed, but the fierce glint in his eyes hadn't faded. When he saw Song Zhaowen, he made a hoarse sound in his throat and tried to struggle to get up.

Song Zhaowen didn't give him a chance. He pressed Ah Hu's head down with one hand, and with the other hand he took out a short knife and pressed the tip of the knife against Ah Hu's Adam's apple.

"I'll ask, you answer," Song Zhaowen said in a low voice. "Where is the goods?"

Ah Hu glared at him, his eyes looking like he wanted to devour him alive.

Song Zhaowen pressed the tip of his knife down slightly, and blood immediately seeped out. "You don't have to talk. Your eldest brother and third brother are already on their way. I don't mind sending you on your way. Talk, and I'll spare your life."

"Pah!" Ah Hu opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"I'm telling you, you big-headed devil!"

Song Zhaowen turned his head to avoid it.

"Good, that's got guts! I hope you keep this up."

"Hey Ah-Xiao, what are you spacing out for? Give me a hand! This guy's so stubborn, let's give him a hard time."

Before long, piercing screams could be heard intermittently emanating from the wooden house, truly sending chills down one's spine.