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

Chapter 87 The word "escape" doesn't exist in my dictionary.

Stephen Chow sneered: "You little punk, this is a stun gun! If you dare try to break free, it will release a high-voltage current and boil your head!"

Yuan Qingnan's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he remained silent.

Under heavy escort, Yuan Qingnan dragged his heavy shackles, slowly making his way out of the cell, through the long...

The corridor was dimly lit. The shackles dragged across the concrete floor, making a monotonous and oppressive "clattering" sound.

At the back gate of the police station, a specially modified bulletproof prison van was already moving. The van had extremely small windows with bulletproof glass, a thickened body, and puncture-proof tires. It was escorted by two armored vehicles, one carrying six armed police officers, one at the front and one at the rear.

"Get in the car!" Stephen Chow personally directed.

Yuan Qingnan was put into the prison van and strapped to a specially made alloy seat in the middle of the compartment, the seat itself welded to the floor. His hands, feet, and waist restraints were all locked to the seat's locking rings. Two armed prison guards sat opposite him, their guns always pointed at him. Zhou Xingxing sat near the door. Unless Yuan Qingnan was Superman, there was no way he could escape this arrangement.

The convoy slowly drove out of the West Kowloon Police Station, heading towards Kowloon and onto the highway leading to Stanley Prison. It was close to noon, and the traffic was not heavy.

"Zhou Sir, everything is normal ahead," the lead vehicle reported.

"Stay alert." Zhou Xingxing glanced at Yuan Qingnan.

The guy had his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

"Tch, what are you pretending for? When we get to Stanley, I'll make sure you're sick of potatoes~" Stephen Chow was naturally unhappy with Yuen Ching-nam's attitude.

Just as the convoy was about to pass through a bend.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar came from the mountain in front.

A huge boulder, carrying mud and trees, tumbled down the hillside with a roar, landing precisely a few meters in front of the lead vehicle of the convoy! Debris and mud flew everywhere, completely blocking the road!

"Emergency! Falling rocks! Emergency brakes!" The terrified voice of the lead car driver came through the walkie-talkie.

"Squeak~"

The screeching of brakes rang out in succession, and the three cars came to a near stop, their front ends almost colliding.

"What's going on?!" Zhou Xingxing's heart trembled violently; a sense of foreboding instantly gripped him. This rockfall was too coincidental!

Almost at the same time as the brakes were applied.

Two rockets, trailing white plumes, struck the lead vehicle and the rear vehicle simultaneously, one after the other.

Boom~

The explosion instantly tore the two police cars to pieces.

Stephen Chow was furious; how dare these guys use heavy weapons in Hong Kong?

Before Stephen Chow could think any further.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy footsteps and the scraping of metal came abruptly from the roof of the prison van; someone had boarded.

"Up there!" a prison guard shouted, instinctively raising his gun.

Stephen Chow reacted extremely quickly, firing his pistol repeatedly.

Several holes were punched in the roof of the car.

Fresh blood dripped down the hole.

"You hit it!" Before Stephen Chow could even be happy for a second...

"Boom!"

A loud explosion occurred on the top of the prison van, near the rear of the driver's compartment.

There was more than one person on the roof of the car.

It's plastic explosive!

The orange-red fireball, accompanied by thick smoke and a huge shockwave, instantly tore a hideous gash in the bulletproof roof of the vehicle, and fragments of metal and heat-insulating material shot into the vehicle like shrapnel.

"Ah!" The two prison guards were thrown over by the shockwave, their heads bleeding profusely. Zhou Xingxing was also jolted against the carriage wall, seeing stars and hearing a ringing in his ears.

Thick smoke billowed out, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Before the smoke from the explosion had even cleared, several black ropes with sharp alloy claws at the ends dangled down like venomous snakes from the hole in the roof.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The hooks precisely hooked onto several key stress points that secured the original young man's chair.

"They wanted to drag him away, chair and all, and shoot at the rope." Despite his dizziness, Stephen Chow raised his gun and fired at the hole and the rope.

"Bang bang bang!"

However, his .38 caliber rifle had limited power, and its effect on the specially made rope was minimal. Even more terrifying, the firepower on the hillside outside the vehicle immediately converged and swept towards them like sharks smelling blood.

"Pfft pfft pfft pfft~"

Bullets rained down on the prison van's exterior and the edges of its holes, pinning Zhou Xingxing and the prison guards who had just gotten up so low they couldn't lift their heads and could only cower behind their seats.

"Hehehe————hahaha————" A low, cheerful laugh was particularly clear amidst the gunshots and the aftershocks of the explosion.

It's Hara Aono.

His muscles writhed like a python, and the layers of restraints binding him broke off one by one.

"Are you kidding me? I'll give you a taste of electric shock." Yuan Qingnan's inhuman demeanor was horrifying. Seeing that he had almost completely broken free of his restraints, Zhou Xingxing took out the stun gun from his pocket and pressed it hard.

A current of 30,000 volts would stun even a horse.

A series of crackling sounds rang out as blue electricity lashed out at Yuan Qingnan.

Unfortunately, Stephen Chow was disappointed.

Even though the skin on his neck was torn and bleeding from the electric shock, Yuan Qingnan still managed to pull the collar off his neck with both hands, resisting the current.

He roared angrily.

崩~

He actually broke the collar off while he was still alive.

It seems that Yuan Qingnan has made another breakthrough in martial arts during his time in West Kowloon!

In his shock, Stephen Chow disregarded everything else and was about to raise his gun and pull the trigger.

bang~

A karate chop to the neck from behind knocked him unconscious.

Several armed men behind Zhou Xingxing knelt on one knee: "Chairman, we are late; the boat is ready, and we can leave at any time."

Yuan Qingnan slowly stood up, cracking his neck and wrists. Without even glancing at Zhou Xingxing, who had fainted on the ground, or the two prison guards whose fates were unknown, he jumped straight out of the car.

"Withdraw?" Hara Aonan's lips curled into a grotesque grin, revealing gleaming white teeth. "Go back to Japan and tell the veterans in the group that I, Hara Aonan, had my bones broken by a Chinese guy, and that I had to rely on my men to break into a prison van to save my life like a stray dog? And then what? Hide in my Tokyo office, staring at a map and fantasizing about how to take revenge?"

"Chairman, what do you mean—" The captain hesitated. This operation was too big a fuss, and the Hong Kong police would definitely do everything in their power to pursue them. Staying behind would be too dangerous.

"What do I mean?" Yuan Qingnan cracked his neck, making a crisp "crack" sound: That Chinese cockroach named Song Zhaowen broke three of my ribs, injured my internal organs, and left me lying in the detention cell like a dead dog for three whole months. Just like that, slinking back like this? Then what face would I, Yuan Qingnan, have to lead the East City Gang?

What right do I have to inherit the secrets of the "Broken Blade Style"?

He turned sharply, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's: "I will personally repay him tenfold, a hundredfold, for everything he has done to me."

"Last time, I was careless, but these past three months, I haven't been idle in that damned cell." Yuan Qingnan slowly raised his hands, the edges of his palms gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen in the sunlight, even more pronounced than before: "The ultimate technique of the Broken Blade Style, One-Shot Hand," I've reached the threshold. I'm stronger now than before.

"I'm going to kill everyone close to him first, so he can experience what true human suffering is!"