Hong Kong movies: What era is this? Are you still playing the dwarf mule game?

Chapter 289

On this side, Bai Tou Weng was holding a celebration party in Changxing.

Amidst the compliments of his younger brothers, Bai Tou Weng was already a little flattered.

"Brothers, just follow me, Bai Tou Weng, and work hard in the future. I guarantee that you will have delicious food and spicy drinks!"

Just when the atmosphere in the venue reached its peak, a foreigner wearing a black suit, sunglasses and a mask suddenly appeared outside the venue.

"Hey, you dead foreigner, what are you looking at? Get out of here!"

The younger brother guarding the door outside the venue said viciously to Frankie who came.

Frankie finally reached a series of cooperation with Lin Yi.

Lin Yi promised not to harm his brother and family, and provided him with enough weapons and ammunition, as well as some necessary manpower to help him seize the coin press.

The price was that the coin press was kept by Lin Yi. But Lin Yi had the responsibility to ensure Frankie's safety.

Although Frankie didn't know what kind of confidence Lin Yi had to promise that he could avoid the pursuit of the High Table Society?

But he was at the mercy of others. Lin Yi had all his weaknesses in his hands, so he had to agree to the conditions proposed by Lin Yi.

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Frankie didn't care about the rebuke of the two gangsters at the door.

He seemed not to hear it and walked straight into the venue.

The two gangsters who were guarding the door felt that their authority was offended. They rolled up their sleeves and were about to teach the ignorant foreigner in front of them a lesson.

However, Frankie raised his hand and threw out a Desert Eagle from his sleeve.

In the frightened eyes of the two gangsters, Frankie pulled the trigger at close range without hesitation.

"Bang bang!"

With two gunshots, the two gangsters fell heavily to the ground with disbelief in their eyes.

They never expected that they would be shot in the head by a strange foreigner just because of a few swear words.

After killing the two gangsters guarding the door, Frankie walked into the hall of the venue without any resistance.

Looking at the white-headed old man in a white suit who was giving a passionate speech in the middle of the venue, Frankie's mouth flashed a mocking smile.

Then, he took out two submachine guns from his waist and walked towards the white-headed old man in the middle of the venue with a smile.

Wei Dexin asked him to let the white-headed old man die ugly.

As a gold medal killer of the mainland hotel, except for the failure of Lin Yi this time, he is still very professional in normal times.

Looking at the two submachine guns in the hands of the man walking from a distance, the bodyguards of the white-headed old man first found something wrong.

One of the bodyguards pushed the white-headed man hard and shouted, "Boss, there are assassins, retreat!"

And Frankie pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Da da da."

"Da da da."

The flames from the barrels of the two submachine guns swept everything around.

With the current position of the white-headed man as the center, Frankie began to shoot indiscriminately.

After a few rounds of shooting, Frankie ran out of bullets, and he threw the two submachine guns directly out.

Then, he took out an AK from his back.

"Da da da!"

Another round of bullet baptism.

The people of Changxing Society are just a group of gangsters. When they go out to fight, they usually use knives the most. Where have they experienced such a scene?

A moment later, a large number of gangsters fell in a pool of blood.

The AK bullets were all used, and Frankie took out a shotgun rifle from his back.

God knows how he could hide so many weapons on his body?

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In less than three minutes, all those who could resist around the white-headed old man had been dealt with by Frankie.

The white-headed old man himself fell in a pool of blood, breathing heavily, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

"Don't, don't kill me, please, I have money, I have a lot of money." The white-headed old man begged while lying in a pool of blood.

However, Frankie was unmoved.

He held the spray gun and showed a bright smile to the white-headed old man lying on the ground.

Then, he said to the white-headed old man in broken Chinese: "White-headed old man, a gentleman entrusted me to say hello to you on his behalf. He specifically told you to die in a very ugly way."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two more shots, and Frankie threw the bulletless spray gun aside.

Then, he took out two Desert Eagles from his windbreaker pocket and left the conference hall in a carefree manner, amidst the horrified gazes of the gangsters present.

All this happened too suddenly. The whole thing took less than 5 minutes from beginning to end.

The white-headed old man and his trusted henchmenFrankie wiped them out like this.

After all, the dwarf mules are just dwarf mules. In the face of powerful force, they are as fragile as ordinary people.

Until Frankie disappeared without a trace, none of the gangsters in the entire venue had the courage to chase him out to take a look.

It was not until more than ten minutes after Frankie disappeared that the sirens of the police car came hurriedly.

When Huang Zhicheng led the team into the scene, he almost vomited.

The whole scene can no longer be described as horrible, it is simply inhumane.

Huang Zhicheng casually grabbed a trembling gangster at the scene and asked: "Who is the other party? How many people are here?"

Although it is disgusting, Huang Zhicheng is still very angry about this blatant provocation to the police.

This is equivalent to rubbing the police's face on the ground.

Once he fails to solve the case, the foreigners above will investigate, and the black pot will eventually be put on Huang Zhicheng's head again.

Who made him the chief inspector of Organized Crime and Triads?

He had no share of the credit, it was all the fault of the boss above.

But no one was spared from the blame.

"Sir, sir, no, I don't know, there was only one person on the other side." The gangster who was caught and questioned by him was already quite terrified.

"Nonsense, there was only one person on the other side, how could he kill so many people?" Huang Zhicheng didn't believe that one person could cause such great destructive power at all?

Looking at the incoherent gangster in front of him, Huang Sir just thought that the other party was scared silly.

Then, he questioned three or five gangsters in succession, but the answers he got were exactly the same.

At this time, Huang Zhicheng finally believed that there was indeed only one person on the other side.

One person could cause such a shocking result.

The first name that came to Huang Zhicheng's mind was: "Lin Yi?"

Could it be that this dead punk did this?

Then, the forensic department conducted a detailed investigation of the scene.

The other party was very careful, and there was no fingerprint left on the guns he abandoned.

Even the other party did not leave any hair, saliva, or dandruff, which seemed quite professional.

Moreover, according to the description of the eyewitnesses at the scene, the person who came was a foreigner...