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Even though Hua Twelve knew that the other party's actions were aimed at Zhong Yang, being poked in the head with his finger and scolded for being stupid still made him angry. He clenched his fists and planned to let Hou Sheng know why Hua'er was like this. red.

However, on second thought, he temporarily suppressed this idea because he found information about the relationship between the two in Shen Chongyang's memory.

This Hou Sheng has a lot of evidence that Chong Yang betrayed the police force.

Therefore, if you want to beat such a person, you must beat him to death. Otherwise, it will definitely be the result of beating the snake instead of dying. And this is at Shen Chongyang's home. If you do it now, it will be really stupid. Already?

He immediately suppressed his tone and asked again: "Why did you come to me?"

Hou Sheng crushed a cockroach to death with his foot and said with a smile:

"I have something to take care of you. I heard that your Central District Police Station has received a batch of Western guns. Help me get a few!"

Hua Twelve was amused when he heard Hou Sheng's words: "Are you kidding? You should know the status of the Chinese police in the police force. Only foreigners and Asan can have access to Western quick snatches. How could I touch them?" Get to that thing!”

When Hou Sheng heard his rejection, his smile instantly faded, his face turned ferocious, and he patted Hua Twelve on the shoulder:

"That's your business. Foreign guns are in short supply now. I'll give you ten dollars if you get one. If you can't get one, just be careful!"

When Hua Twelve took the second shot, he ducked sideways and nodded: "Okay, I'll try my best!"

After hearing what he said, Hou Sheng's face looked better.

At this time, Hua Twelve stretched out his hand and said: "Lend me five yuan first. The emperor still needs hungry soldiers, but I don't even have money for tomorrow's meal!"

Hou Sheng's eyes were about to get angry. Hua Twelve looked at him and said:

"If I don't have a full meal, I won't have the energy to help you get a gun!"

When Hou Sheng heard this, he reluctantly took out a pile of rolled-up banknotes from his pocket. Hua Twelve glanced away, his eyes lit up, and he saw that the other person's hand was full of five-yuan denominations. fetal.

In an era when Chinese policemen only had a monthly salary of five yuan, the money in the other party's hands was considered a huge sum of money.

Hou Sheng didn't notice Hua Twelve's eyes. He opened the rolled up banknotes, took out three small one-yuan bills, rolled up the big cotton tires and put them away, and then said:

"It's only three yuan, is it more?"

Hua Twelve stretched out his hand to take it and said with a smile: "That's okay, now I have money to live on."

Unexpectedly, Hou Sheng loosened his fingers and three one-yuan bills fell to the ground and scattered.

"Oh, I'm not sure, I'm so sorry!"

There was a joking look in Hou Sheng's eyes, not hiding the insult at all.

Hua Twelve didn't say anything, walked over and lowered his head to pick up the money.

Hou Sheng saw that he had no temper at all and seemed to have found no joy in bullying others. He snorted coldly and said:

"I'm leaving first, you hurry up and take care of things!" After saying that, he picked up the kerosene lamp from the table and walked outside.

Just when he was about to go out, Hua Twelve, who had already picked up the money, suddenly said: "Next time if you have something to do, don't come to my house. It won't be good for others to see. If people from the police force know that I sold information to you, then I will He’s dead!”

Hou Sheng said impatiently: "Do you think I am as brainless as you? Don't worry, I have already seen it before I came here. No one noticed that I came to your place!"

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out. Without his kerosene lamp to illuminate it, the light in the whole room dimmed again, but Hua Twelve's eyes were very bright at this moment, and there was a trace of light in his bright eyes.

Killing intent.

Yes, what he just said was to confirm whether anyone saw Hou Sheng come to his place.

Now that I got the answer I wanted, tonight was Hou Sheng's death.

Don't get me wrong, Hua Twelve didn't get evil thoughts after seeing the money in Hou Sheng's hand, nor did he decide to kill someone in anger just because this guy poked his head with his finger or slapped his shoulder with his hand.

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If this is the case, then how could Hua Twelve, who had never even committed a crime, think of killing someone because of these stupid things?

What really made him decide to take action was that in the original plot, Hou Sheng asked him to find information for the Tatars.

Just kidding, he is a good young man who was born under the red flag and grew up in New China. It would be good if he did not rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty. Let him help the Tatars harm the Revolutionary Party. How could he do such a thing!

Hua Twelve did not want to get involved. If he waited for the other party to bring Yan Xiaoguo before him, and he did not agree, the Qing government designated him to be killed and silenced.

Rather than causing trouble later, it is better to kill Hou Sheng today and end it all once and for all.

Standing in front of the window on the second floor, watching Hou Sheng go downstairs and get into a rickshaw and go down the alley, Hua Twelve found a rag at home and covered his face, only his eyes were exposed, and he didn't leave either.

The stairs went straight down from the window.

Zhong Yang has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has a light body and strong footwork. He fell from a height of four to five meters to the street. His body sank smoothly and lightly without making a sound.

Then he suddenly moved his feet, his body moved like a rabbit, and chased Hou Sheng in the direction he left.

Hua Twelve's feet were very fast, and he caught up with the shadow of the rickshaw in a dozen breaths, and then hung far away.

When the rickshaw entered a narrow alley, Hua Twelve looked around. Under the dark night, no one else could be seen on the street. He only heard a few dogs barking in the distance. He then used his feet to chase after it.

Narrow alley.

After entering the alley, he jumped up suddenly, tapped his feet on the left and right walls several times, and already somersaulted in the air, landing in front of the rickshaw.

The driver was startled and quickly stopped the car, shaking Hou Sheng who was riding in the car.

Hua Twelve said to the coachman in a deep voice: "If you don't want to die, leave quickly!"

Hou Sheng poked his head out of the carriage and saw Hua Twelve and cursed: "Chong Yang, what do you want to do, you loser?"

"Holy crap, you can recognize me even if you're wearing a mask?"

Hua Twelve did not expect that there were not even street lights at this night, but the other party could instantly recognize him from his clothing and posture by relying on the dim light of the kerosene lamp. This made him start to think about how to deal with the coachman.

We can't silence this innocent guy.

Unexpectedly, Hou Sheng helped him solve this problem. The guy's eyes shrank and he seemed to react: "You want to kill me?"

The next moment he gritted his teeth and said: "Kill him!"

Hua Twelve was still wondering who Hou Sheng was talking to, when he saw the coachman take out a dagger from his waist, holding it with his left hand, and dodged with his feet, and the dagger in his hand flashed from the lower third corner like lightning.

He pulled it up.

Hua Twelve gained the memory of Chong Yang, and now he understood hundreds of martial arts.

He could see that the puller of the cart was using the phoenix-shaped flashing yin palm in Yin's Bagua Palm.

Baguazhang was originally born out of knife skills. Now this person has a sharp blade in his hand. This move is even more dangerous. He is trying to kill him. The tip of the dagger feints from left to right, cutting the femoral artery first, and at the same time, it also touches the vagina. s method.

Hua Twelve was no ambiguity either. Zhong Yang was a master of both fists and kicks. His boxing technique was the Great Sage Pi Gua and his kicking technique was the Shaolin Twelve-way Kick Kick. With a flick of his foot, he showed off his strength as a three-time police martial arts champion and hit the target with a kick. The opponent's wrist.

Although this coachman is skilled in Baguazhang, he is only average compared to Shen Chongyang.

However, if this kick had been kicked by Zhong Yang before, it would have been able to knock away the opponent's dagger at most, but Hua Twelve was different. He had the power of a peak Ao Pang.

Now with the blessing of Shen Chongyang, a three-time police martial arts champion, he has the method of exerting force through Chinese martial arts. With the blessing of two aspects, this kick can be as powerful as a kilogram.

There was only a crisp sound, and the driver's wrist was shattered by the kick.

Hua Twelve kept kicking his feet, and as soon as the kicked leg landed on the ground, rising to the left and falling to the right, the other foot had already been kicked out, hitting the opponent's chest.

Can you imagine what it would be like for a normal person to be kicked in the chest with all his strength by Ao Pang?

What if it were Ao Pang who had obtained the true inheritance and practiced Kung Fu for twenty years?

Not only that, but also Chongyang's own strength and the method of exerting force by springing his legs.

The ribs on the driver's chest collapsed with a crack, and one of them pierced through his back. His body flew out like a rag, and with a bang, it hit Hou Sheng who was sitting on the rickshaw behind him.

The rickshaw was hit by this force and slid backwards for a distance, so that it could hang upside down and flip over. Hou Sheng in the car was hit by the corpse of the driver and vomited blood. He stared at Hua Twelve, as if he wanted to say something. But when he opens his mouth, blood spurts out, and he can't say anything.

If it were Hua Twelve himself, he would definitely cause discomfort if he killed someone, and he would not do it so neatly. However, with Chong Yang's memory, for Chong Yang, who has practiced martial arts all his life, he would not have done this kind of thing once or twice.
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