Under Lin Dong's gaze, Zhang Ziqiang, who was crossing the road, was surrounded by five of his men, completely unaware of the impending danger.
The assassin standing on the sidewalk had already quietly drawn his pistol, a black Beretta 92F with a silencer.
The pistol was hidden under the newspaper, silently waiting for its prey to approach.
Lin Dong didn't dwell on why Zhang Ziqiang was on Hennessy Road. His sharp eyes quickly surveyed the area around the assassin.
In front of this person stood an elderly couple in their seventies. The old lady was carrying a red plastic vegetable basket and occasionally turned her head to nag her husband.
About three meters away from the elderly couple, there was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.
He had a black briefcase tucked under his arm, and his expression was slightly anxious as he glanced at his watch every now and then.
A green tram with an advertisement for Ho Hsing White Flower Oil printed on its body slowly approached along the track.
The trams on Hong Kong Island
Not far from the sidewalk, a pregnant woman carrying a bulging bag of bread quickened her pace, following behind the tram...
"Lin Dong, what's wrong?"
Qiu Shuzhen, who was staring intently at Lin Dong, noticed that something was wrong with him and asked him about it with concern.
Zhang Ziqiang, who had just crossed the road, raised his wrist and glanced at his newly bought limited edition Rolex watch.
He was less than 10 meters away from the assassin who was holding the newspaper.
"Excuse me, I need to go out for a bit."
Lin Dong didn't dare to delay, so he stood up, left his seat, and rushed out of the restaurant in a few strides.
Hey! Where are you going?
Qiu Shuzhen cried out in dissatisfaction, turned her head and looked around, but Lin Dong was nowhere to be seen.
"How... did you run so fast?"
When she turned around and looked out the window again, she saw a shocking scene:
A young man holding a newspaper suddenly raised a black pistol and pulled the trigger at a middle-aged man who was walking towards him.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Three faint gunshots rang out.
The bullet flew out but missed its target, instead hitting an advertising billboard on the second floor of the street.
Startled by the sudden gunshot, Chiu Shu-chen turned pale with fright. She covered her mouth with one hand and stared at the assassin in disbelief.
A scream rang out.
At this moment, the assassin's wrist, which was gripping the gun, twisted into a pretzel.
Lin Dong's cold and aloof figure suddenly appeared behind the assassin.
He snatched the assassin's pistol and, with a swift motion, slammed the butt of the gun heavily into the back of the assassin's neck.
The screams stopped abruptly, and the assassin's body went limp, slowly collapsing to the ground.
At this moment, Zhang Ziqiang, who had been attacked, finally realized what was happening.
The two thugs in front of him quickly closed in from both sides, blocking the gap in front of him with their bodies.
"Boss?!"
Zhang Ziqiang finally saw Lin Dong behind the assassin and exclaimed in surprise.
Without saying a word, Lin Dong raised his gun and fired in Zhang Ziqiang's direction.
"Whoosh!"
The bullet grazed the bandit king's ear and struck a man behind him.
One shot to the left chest, one shot to the head.
The one who was shot was the middle-aged man carrying the briefcase.
His slightly overweight left hand was reaching into his briefcase.
Dark red blood gushed from the center of his forehead, quickly staining his terrified eyes.
"bump!"
The middle-aged assassin fell backward, his left hand instinctively pulling out a gray-black Colt M1911 from his bag, which he held until his death.
That was close!
Having just escaped danger, Zhang Ziqiang realized that he had been assassinated by someone hired to kill him.
Moreover, the one who took his life was the most professional international assassin!
If they hadn't been lucky enough to meet Lin Dong, they probably would have really been caught off guard and ended up in a mess.
In just a few seconds, the bustling street became a complete mess.
Around the fallen assassin, panicked pedestrians screamed and began to scatter in all directions.
Recently, the streets of Wan Chai have been a bit chaotic, with fights and gang brawls occurring frequently.
Five thugs dressed in black surrounded Zhang Ziqiang, their five pistols pointing warily in all directions.
Not far from them, the old woman carrying a red vegetable basket was so frightened that she fell to the ground.
She cried out in panic, urging her husband to help her up.
The green tram, which had just pulled into the station, came to an abrupt stop, but the driver did not immediately open the doors.
The sudden shooting on the street drew the attention of everyone around.
The pregnant woman holding the enormous bread bag was stunned by what she had just witnessed.
She was standing right next to the body of the middle-aged killer who had been shot, her face as pale as paper.
The bloated body trembled like a leaf...
Time seemed to drag on. Ten seconds passed, and Zhang Ziqiang, surrounded by his men, looked to Lin Dong for help.
Lin Dong shook his head, signaling him not to move.
Zhang Ziqiang's heart sank; he knew the danger was not yet over.
It is unclear how many assassins are lurking in the surrounding crowds or on the buildings, all intent on taking his life.
A few more seconds passed, and Lin Dong, holding the gun, remained motionless.
The five guns surrounding Zhang Ziqiang did not move an inch.
The five elite henchmen of the Dragon Gang displayed terrifying combat skills.
The scene seemed to freeze in time.
But strangely, the same painting also depicts a noisy street, moving cars, and panicked crowds...
At this point, the green tram that had entered the station still didn't open its doors, but instead restarted.
It wanted to get away from this troublesome place first; as for the normal boarding and alighting of passengers, to hell with it.
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