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"Don't tell them, the guys are injured, let's work together to deal with Johnny and the others!"
"What? My guy's injured? Did I do this again?"
"...No, it's not you. Stop talking nonsense."
Yuan Haoyun was relieved to hear that he hadn't done it. Lately, his reputation as the police station's "jinx" had been growing louder, and he had to be careful.
"Haha, leave it to me, I have a secret weapon!"
Yuan Haoyun pulled out two barrel grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them at Johnny Wang.
"Close your eyes, it's a flashbang!"
Yuan Haoyun's voice left Ma Jun speechless.
"Can you fucking speak louder? Are you shouting for them to hear?"
Yuan Haoyun ignored the frantic Ma Jun and smiled smugly to himself. "I did this on purpose. I wanted to make them think they had dodged an attack before launching another surprise attack, just like now!"
Yuan Haoyun pulled the pins on two more flashbangs, then dodged and threw them in Johnny's direction.
He froze as soon as the flashlight slipped from his grasp; all he could see was smoke and the sound of people coughing.
"Damn, did I grab the wrong thing? Are they smoke grenades and tear gas? It's all my fault for being too hasty. What should I do? Oh well, I'll just do it this way!"
Yuan Haoyun gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and mindlessly rushed into the smoke.
Clearly, he underestimated the power of tear gas. He rushed in and fired only a few shots before being choked by the gas and unable to breathe, his face covered in tears and snot.
Tear gas not only causes people to feel pain and burning sensations quickly, but also causes discomfort symptoms such as tearing, difficulty breathing, coughing, eye stinging, and nausea, making people unable to move.
Yuan Haoyun's actions resulted in the annihilation of both sides, and he himself willingly chose to die.
Zhou Chaoxian, who was already on the edge of the poison circle, was lucky enough to scramble out of the smoke.
Looking back at the smoke where no one could be seen, I was filled with fear.
"Damn it, if you ever come to Hong Kong again, I'm a dog!"
Zhou Chaoxian, who had just run towards the end of the street, stopped after only a few steps. He saw a dozen or so masked people running towards him from the end of the street.
The group of people ran while shouting "Se-Se-Ya".
Their running movements were very synchronized, very graceful, and very precise, but... who the hell are they?
As Zhou Chaoxian was sent flying by a hammer blow from the first person in the golden mask who rushed in front of him, his last thought before losing consciousness was, "I just came here to do an arms deal, why am I encountering so many oddballs?"
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Chapter 198 Uncle Deng is going to suffer.
Because it's outdoors, the smoke dissipates faster.
The Saint Seiya warriors swiftly dragged Johnny Wang and Zhou Chaoxian onto Johnny Wang's two trucks.
Ma Jun and Yuan Haoyun were in good physical condition and recovered quickly. Just as they were about to fight back, they were knocked unconscious by the Libra Gold Saint with his hammer.
The Saint Seiya warriors had just left when the three Aja brothers, who had been hiding in the shop, came over.
Ah Hu picked up his gun to kill Ma Jun, but this guy kept staring at the three brothers like a leech.
"Snapped!"
Ah Zha shot Ah Hu's gun astray.
"what are you doing?"
Ah Hu stared at Ah Zha with his bull-like eyes, looking at him in confusion.
"What's wrong, brother? I need to take down Ma Jun."
Ah Zha roared angrily.
"He's my nemesis. I want a fair fight. Do you think I can't beat him? Are you looking down on me?"
"I did not mean that."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Stop arguing, you two!"
Tony said impatiently:
“Now that Johnny Wang wants to kill us, we have to find another way out. While he’s been kidnapped by those bastards, let’s quickly go to his lair and see if we can get anything out of him. Oh, and don’t forget Watson!”
.........
"Wonderful, really wonderful!"
Wang Taiyi stood on the balcony of Uncle Deng's house, holding what was supposedly an old man's telescope used for stargazing, watching everything happening in the distant streets.
As for why the telescope was pointed at the apartment building across the street, we won't dwell on that, nor will we care about why there were fishing lines and hooks on the balcony.
"Grandma, may I call you that?"
Uncle Deng spoke cautiously to Wang Taiyi.
To prevent Uncle Deng from disturbing his performance, Old Wang not only confiscated his cell phone and unplugged the telephone line, but also crumpled the door lock.
As Uncle Deng got older, he became more and more afraid of death. He was afraid that this lunatic would kill him, so he not only dared not disturb him, but also dragged his fat body to the kitchen to fry two eggs because he said he was hungry.
Wang Taiyi ate his fried egg while looking at Uncle Deng.
"Uncle Deng, you're too kind. You can call me whatever you want."
Wang Taiyi suddenly found this old man quite amusing. He seemed to have a thousand or so thoughts in his mind, and could analyze countless meanings from a single sentence. His obesity was likely to provide nutrition for his overthinking brain.
Uncle Deng's eyes darted around.
"What happened today must be related to you, right?"
"Hmm? Uncle Deng~ You know a lot! Do you want to go down the slide?"
Uncle Deng knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as he saw Old Wang's expression change.
“I didn’t mean anything by it. I used to do things like that when I was young.”
"Then what do you mean?"
"What I mean is, you've watched the show and eaten, shouldn't you be leaving? I'm old and need to sleep for a while, you..."
Wang Taiyi waved his hand.
"Uncle Deng, you can go to sleep. Don't worry about me. I'll treat this place like my own home."
Is that what I meant? You shameless bastard, what I'm worried about is my old life and the tens of millions of retirement money in the safe.
Seeing the fat man's eyes darting around so much they seemed to be flying off, Old Wang was afraid he might have a stroke.
"Alright, alright, look how anxious you are. I'm not trying to be mean, but Uncle Deng, you're not very welcoming at all. How about this, my butt hurts, I'll rest for a bit, have some fruit, and then I'll leave, okay?"
"Fine, fine, you wait!"
Uncle Deng, leaning on his cane, quickly walked towards the kitchen. After rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, he soon brought out a plate containing some dark, unsightly things.
Wang Taiyi frowned as he looked at the plate.
"What is this?"
Uncle Deng explained enthusiastically.
"Hehe, these are all we can find at home right now, they're pretty much like fruit."
Wang Taiyi was holding a piece of something that had turned green.
"This is?"
Dried kiwi!
"And this? Dried peach?"
"No, it's dried mango!"
"Is this dried cucumber?"
"No, it's dried okra."
Is that not right? Old Wang felt that the fat man was going against him and looking down on him.
Old Wang picked up another white candied fruit.
"Then this must be dried longan, right?"
"No, this is dried lychee."
"..."
"Snapped!"
Old Wang flicked a dried lychee onto Uncle Deng's forehead.
"Okay, Fatty, I suspect you're playing me. I wanted fruit, and you're trying to fool me with dried fruit. Dried fruit is one thing, but you're going to make me eat lychee omelet?"
Wang Taiyi held the dried lychee as if he had been insulted, and spat in Deng Bo's face.