Hong Kong variety show: My Boss, Thirteen Sister

“He’s already out to sea.” Scorpion’s gaze turned to the sea.

Trouble!

Jiang Lai sighed, thinking of the scene where Little Ma returned in his speedboat only to be riddled with bullets.

To save or not to save?

For a moment, I was in a bit of a dilemma.

What should have been a simple matter became complicated because of Song Zijie.

"Bring Xiao Ma back!" After a moment's thought, Jiang Lai decided to save Xiao Ma.

"Then..." The scorpion hesitated, unable to finish its sentence.

"Let Song Zihao and Song Zijie leave it to fate. Leave no one else alive!" Jiang Lai said calmly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Understood, Mr. Jiang!" Scorpion hung up the phone.

"Lone Wolf, take a team to provide support," Jiang Lai instructed before heading outside.

Upon hearing Jiang Lai's instructions, Lone Wolf immediately began to act.

"Ajie!"

On the other side, Song Zijie was injured.

As Song Zihao fired his gun, he bravely shoved him into cover and called out to him with concern.

"what!"

He rolled behind cover, but a bullet hit him, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

After the two successfully took cover, Song Zihao threw a pistol to Song Zijie.

Under Song Zihao's astonished gaze, Song Zijie pointed a gun at him.

The atmosphere became heavy for a moment.

boom!

Song Zijie fired his gun, hitting one of the Flying Tigers gang members behind Song Zihao.

Song Zihao smiled slightly.

The two began engaging in fierce gunfights with the Flying Tigers gang's underlings.

Just as the two were being suppressed by firepower, Little Ma, maneuvering the speedboat, opened fire on the Flying Tigers' underlings on the shore with a submachine gun.

The bullet flew out, shattering the oil drum, and the intense flames instantly illuminated the entire sea surface.

Explosions and gunfire continued to rang out, and became increasingly intense.

boom!

Just as one of the Flying Tigers gang members fired a shot at Little Ma's side.

A sniper bullet pierced the night sky.

The bullet pierced his skull, and his body fell straight down without even a cry of pain.

Chapter 130 Fierce Battle

Under the cover of night, Scorpion and his men made their move.

Facing Tan Cheng and the Flying Tiger Gang's underlings, Scorpion and his men were like a pack of cheetahs gazing at their prey in the darkness.

Sung Tze-ho was shot in the abdomen, and Little Ma changed bullets. The three of them huddled behind cover.

"Uh..." Song Zihao moved his body with difficulty, panting heavily.

"Brother Hao!!" Little Ma felt terrible seeing Song Zihao's face growing paler as he was shot in the abdomen and bleeding profusely.

Song Zihao, holding a gun and covered in sweat, stared at the two men.

With red eyes, Little Ma glared angrily at Song Zijie, then gritted his teeth, his pupils dilated, and charged out.

"Ah...!!!" Little Ma roared.

Holding two submachine guns, he fired from both sides, as if possessed by a god of war.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!

The submachine gun has an extremely high rate of fire, the muzzle flash emits a red glow, and the bullets pour down like a waterfall.

The sawdust on the wooden crate was smashed and scattered across the ground. With each gunshot, the grain of the wood on the crate became increasingly intricate. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and burning, making it feel suffocating.

"Uh!"

"what!"

........

Little Ma's sudden display of power caught the Flying Tigers gang members off guard. Several of them, unable to dodge in time, were struck down by Little Ma and fell to the ground, letting out their dying screams.

At that moment, Little Ma's firepower alone actually suppressed the members of the Flying Tigers.

Song Zijie stared blankly at Little Ma, whose body was trembling and whose face was contorted in rage.

Only after the magazine was emptied did Little Ma retreat back behind cover.

Brother Ma was panting heavily.

After a short rest, he pulled Song Zijie over.

"Come here, this is your own brother, look at him!" Little Ma grabbed Song Zijie by the collar, pulled him in front of Song Zihao, and shouted loudly.

Song Zijie was pulled in front of Song Zihao by Little Ma.

Seeing Song Zihao, whose clothes were stained with blood and who was extremely weak, Song Zijie lowered his head and dared not meet his gaze.

"Look carefully... look carefully!" Little Ma forcefully lifted Song Zijie's head, making him and Song Zihao look at each other.

"Whatever mistakes he made in the past, he's made them all come back to you now."

"He has the courage to change, so why are you unwilling to accept him? Why?"

Song Zijie's eyes were glazed over, and sweat and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face without him noticing.

"As brothers..." Little Ma was about to continue speaking.

"boom!"

A bullet struck him directly in the lower back.

"cough!!"

A trickle of blood spurted from the corner of Little Ma's mouth, and his body, struck by a bullet, staggered.

Just as Tan Cheng and his henchmen were about to continue firing.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

In the darkness, a barrage of gunfire rang out continuously.

"Uh!"

"what!"

"........."

A group of people dressed in black combat uniforms with camouflage paint on their faces appeared. They used the surrounding cover to constantly change firing positions. Bullets bounced on the ground, leaving small craters.

Song Zijie helped up Xiao Ma, who was about to fall, and squatted down.

Blood quickly soaked through Little Ma's trench coat, and also stained Song Zijie's sleeves, turning his shirt red.

Song Zijie was still in a daze.

Upon seeing the scorpion and the others appear, his pupils dilated again.

Although his face was not clearly visible, Song Zijie was shocked by the superb combat skills, calm demeanor, and accurate marksmanship of Scorpion and his men, as well as the unwavering pity and hesitation in their eyes.

Advancing in a crisscross pattern, Scorpion and his group quickly arrived at Little Ma's side.

They quickly dispersed, took up advantageous positions, and continued firing at the Flying Tigers members.

Their marksmanship was precise and deadly, with every shot hitting its mark. They fired calmly, showing no fear even in the face of a hail of bullets.

Bullets flew through the air, making sharp whistling sounds.

On a container high above, an SAS member raised his sniper rifle, aimed at his target, and killed him with a single shot.

On the other side, to Song Zijie's incredulous gaze, an SAS member picked up an RPG rocket launcher and fired a shell.

"Bang!!"

A flash of light erupted as an RPG rocket grenade streaked across the sky like a meteor, destroying a bunker.

The Flying Tigers members behind the cover were also blown away.

Scorpion and his men used their superior firepower to suppress the Flying Tigers gang in an instant.

Song Zijie's thoughts were in disarray. He felt that the surrounding scenery was becoming increasingly blurry, leaving only the flash of gun muzzle and the sound of bullets cutting through the air.

Swish!

As an SAS member was about to help Little Ma up, Song Zijie reacted and immediately pointed his gun at the SAS member.

"Who are you people?" Song Zijie looked at the people in front of him warily.

Without saying a word, the SAS member swiftly delivered a backhand chop to Song Zijie's neck, knocking him unconscious.

"Ah Jie!" Song Zihao clutched his stomach and exclaimed in shock when he saw Song Zijie knocked unconscious.

Then they looked at the SAS members with the same wary gaze.

“We are Mr. Jiang’s men.” Scorpion said something unusual when he noticed Song Zihao preparing to touch a gun.

Upon hearing Scorpion's words, Song Zihao's pupils contracted, and he looked on incredulously.

The sudden appearance of Scorpion and his group shocked not only Song Zihao but also Tan Cheng.

Watching the people around him fall one after another, each shot hitting him right between the eyebrows, Tan Cheng was terrified.

They crawled on their stomachs, trying to escape.