69novels Chapter 193 The Unlucky Ma Rulong
Chapter 193 The Unlucky Ma Rulong
Chapter 193 The Unlucky Ma Rulong
"Don't even think about running away!"
When the thugs saw that Ma Rulong and Zhuo Yifei had escaped, they quickly pulled out their pistols.
boom!
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet struck the brick wall next to them, sending up debris.
Zhou Yongling's angry shouts came from behind: "Who gave you permission to fire! Firing in the city, are you trying to kill me? Chase them! Shoot them to death!"
The thugs hurriedly put away their guns, got back on their bicycles, and chased after them with gritted teeth.
On the terrace of a three-story villa not far away.
Liang Kuan lowered his binoculars and turned to Chen Wen, who was leisurely drinking tea beside him: "Sir, they've started shooting. Should we—"
Chen Wen picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, and looked down at the intricate streets and alleys below. He smiled and said, "No rush, let's take another look."
Ma Rulong and Zhuo Yifei ran wildly through the maze-like alleys.
The sounds of bicycle bells and shouts grew closer and closer behind me.
These thugs were clearly familiar with the terrain, riding their bikes and weaving left and right on the slope, relentlessly pursuing him.
"You can't escape like this!"
Sweat beaded on Ma Rulong's forehead as he quickly scanned the area. Just then, an old bicycle was parked in front of a house nearby.
He rushed over, grabbed him, flipped him onto his back, and yelled at Zhuo Yifei, "Get on!"
Zhuo Yifei scrambled and jumped onto the back seat.
Ma Rulong pedaled hard, and the bicycle sped down the steep slope.
The thugs gave chase on their bicycles, which were going extremely fast downhill, and they were about to catch up.
Ahead was a T-junction, with several broken baskets thrown out by residents and—a large spittoon emitting a foul odor—piled up on one side.
Ma Rulong's eyes flashed with anger. Instead of slowing down, he swerved the car sharply toward the spittoon.
The front wheel precisely scooped under the spittoon's handle!
Clang! Crash!
The bicycle, using its momentum, actually lifted the heavy spittoon up completely!
Filthy liquid and indescribable substances gushed out like a foul-smelling waterfall, drenching the two closest thugs. "Ugh!"
The two men were drenched, their vision went black, and they fell to the ground along with their vehicle. The thugs behind them were caught off guard and also crashed into the throng.
Chaos erupted at the alley entrance, filled with shouts, vomiting, and the sounds of things colliding.
On the terrace.
Liang Kuan, who was holding a telescope, and several Blood Flag Army soldiers stared in disbelief.
"This—Captain Ma—this—this is actually possible?"
Although everyone had already witnessed Ma Rulong's fighting style.
But seeing it again, I still couldn't help but marvel.
To be honest, Ma Rulong's kung fu skills weren't that great; he was nowhere near as good as Liang Kuan.
But by relying on his surroundings and various objects, he always manages to come up with all sorts of ingenious ways to attack and dodge.
The bicycles weaved through the steep, narrow alleys like acrobats.
He would sometimes jerk the front of the car over low steps, and sometimes use the corners of walls to make sharp turns and shake off his pursuers.
In his hands, that old bicycle became a tool more agile than his own legs.
When thugs pounced from the side, he rammed them with the front of his car.
Someone was blocking his way, so he swerved the handlebars sharply, and the rear wheel kicked up gravel and dust that blinded the other person.
The most amazing thing happened.
Ma Rulong was forced into an extremely narrow dead end, with a high wall at the end and smooth walls on both sides, allowing only one person to pass at a time.
Three thugs blocked the entrance, grinning maliciously as they approached.
Ma Rulong, however, remained calm.
He slammed on the brakes, and his feet quickly braced against the walls on both sides, managing to wed the bicycle and himself half a person's height off the ground!
Then he let out a low growl, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands, and swung the entire bicycle like he was wielding a sledgehammer.
Using the rear wheel as a hammer, Wolf ruthlessly swept it across the foremost thug!
"What?! Ah!"
The thug was completely unprepared for this attack and was struck squarely in the chest by the heavy rear wheel of the bicycle.
Without uttering a sound, he flew backward and knocked down someone behind him.
"pretty!"
On the terrace, Liang Kuan couldn't help but murmur a word of praise, his eyes filled with amazement.
But the next second, everyone gasped in shock.
Having landed a successful blow, Ma Rulong pulled his feet back, preparing to land back on the car and continue his escape.
He chose the right direction and sat down.
"Aww!"
A scream, now distorted, echoed through the alley.
Ma Rulong sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face deathly pale, his hands clutching his buttocks, jumping up and down on the spot.
The battered bicycle seat had actually flown off during the fierce fight.
All that's left is a bare iron pole!
On the terrace.
Liang Kuan and several soldiers instinctively gasped at the same time, their legs involuntarily clenching together as if they were experiencing the excruciating pain themselves.
The muscles in his face twitched.
Even Chen Wen, who had been calmly sipping his tea, couldn't help but laugh out loud and shake his head when he saw this scene.
Poor Ma Rulong.
Just then.
Chen Wen's gaze suddenly fell on the corner at the other end of the alley.
There, seven or eight dark-skinned men appeared out of nowhere, wielding short knives, and silently flanked the area.
They, along with Zhou Yongling's henchmen, were subtly forming an encirclement.
"Have the pirates finally arrived?"
Chen Wen put down his teacup and waved his hand gently.
"Alright, prepare to rescue them!"
the other side.
Ma Rulong clutched his throbbing buttocks, hobbling along, his speed greatly reduced.
Zhuo Yifei dragged and pulled the two of them into a street block in a disheveled state, where they immediately saw the clock tower in the center of the street.
"Go in! The terrain inside is complicated!"
Zhuo Yifei's eyes lit up. He didn't care about anything else at the moment. The two of them pushed open the heavy wooden door and slipped into the dimly lit building, closing the door behind them.
He barely managed to prop it up with a broken wooden stick nearby.
The two men leaned against the cold brick wall, panting heavily. Before they could even observe their surroundings, they heard hurried footsteps and shouts coming from outside.
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"They've entered the clock tower!"
"Surround them! Don't let them escape again!"
Bang! Comment! Bang!
The wooden door was slammed violently, and the broken wooden stick groaned under the strain.
Ma Rulong and Zhuo Yifei's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly ran up the stairs, trying to gain a higher vantage point.
I had just run a few steps when there was a loud crash behind me, and the wooden door and door frame were smashed open.
Zhou Yongling's henchmen and the pirates brought by Li Chujiu rushed in, quickly dispersed, and blocked the stairwell and several windows.
A pair of unfriendly eyes were fixed on the two people who had nowhere to escape on the stairs.
"Running? Why did you stop running?"
Li Chu Jiu surveyed the enclosed environment, then looked at Ma Rulong and Zhuo Yifei, whose faces had turned pale, and a cruel glint appeared in his eyes.
He drew a short spear and aimed it at the two men.
"Still running? I'll ask you one last time, where's the gun?"
Zhou Yongling also walked in, looking at them with a gloomy expression. He didn't say anything, but his meaning was clear.
Sweat beaded on Zhuo Yifei's forehead, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Brothers, heroes! It's a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding! The gun—we really don't know where the gun is!"
"We clearly hid it in the wood last night and even marked it, but when we went to retrieve it today, it was gone! Maybe it was washed away by the tide? Or maybe someone else did it—"
"Ten." Li Chu Jiu ignored him completely and coldly uttered a number.
Ma Rulong's face was ashen, but facing several guns, he knew the chances were slim, so he could only look to Zhuo Yifei.
The two exchanged a glance and both saw the desperate ruthlessness in each other's eyes.
I'll risk it all! Even if I die, I'll take a few down with me!
"Nine."
"eight."
The pirates' fingers were on the trigger, and the thugs raised their clubs.
"seven."
"six----
Just at this critical moment, a series of sharp shouts suddenly came from the entrance of the clock tower and the staircase above!
"Don't move!"
"Put down your weapons!"