The sound of slamming the door outside the house took advantage of the trend, and the movement was like a fight with the demolition team, Xiaxia was so frightened that her face turned red, and she just opened her mouth to scream, Jiang Lin covered her mouth, frowned and shook her head.

My heart was also hung up by something, and I instantly became nervous, and whispered, "Is it the police?"

Xingchen shook his head with a cold expression and said, "It shouldn't be, the police have a professional demolition team, and they will shout in advance." ”

Jiang Lin gasped and shouted with a hideous expression: "That's Mark Sun's person, as long as it's not a policeman, we have a chance." ”

I looked left and right, quickly ran to the balcony of the kitchen, carefully craned my neck to watch, the balcony window was facing the direction of the building, at this moment there were three or four cars parked under the building, you can clearly see eight or nine young people squatting in front of the car, each with a cold light knife.

I gasped and whispered, "There's someone blocking the door in front of the building." ”

Jiang Lin let go of Xiaxia, ran to the bedroom quickly, and whispered to us a few seconds later, "There are also people blocking the back of the building." ”

"Bang The sound of slamming the door is getting more and more violent, and the security door is recessed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it may be broken at any time.

I rubbed my cheeks, grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table, gritted my teeth, and said: "If you really don't walk on the balcony, there are only eight or nine people in total, and you should be able to rush out if you fight it." ”

"You can't go to the balcony, the people blocking the door on both sides are all preventing us from jumping out of the window and running, there must be a guy in your hand, on the contrary, the person who slams the door is better to deal with. Xingchen shook his head, and said very clearly: "Let's do this, we will rush out from the front later, after going out, I will drag the basket in front of the building, Lin Zi, you take Xiaxia and Wang Lang away, and we will meet in the way we agreed in advance, okay?"

"Boom!" The security door was smashed out of a bowl-sized hole by something, and the people outside the door howled excitedly: "Pull on, I see someone in the house!"

"Grass mud horses. Jiang Lin glared, took out his gun and was about to fire, Xingchen grabbed his wrist and shook his head and said, "Wait a few more seconds, a round of attacks will directly beat them." ”

After saying that, Xingchen bent down to pick up the kettle next to the coffee table, held his breath and bent down and moved two steps in the direction of the door, the hardness of the quality can be seen, the sound of breaking the door became more and more intense, and the people outside continued to expand along the large hole hewn open.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, slowly passed..

The hole in the security door has almost become so big that people are making trouble, one arm poked in from the outside and one arm, and opened the door lock with a "click" of the hand, and the security door was pushed open, and four or five young people wearing masks and holding a sledgehammer grabbed the frame.

"Let's go!" Xingchen shouted, first throwing a grenade at the thermos in his hand.

I don't know which unlucky guy the kettle smashed on the head, and it exploded with a "bang", and then there was a heart-rending howl from the man: "Ah.. It's boiling water .."

"Linzi, open up!" Then Xingchen took the lead, grabbed the "imitation May Fourth" pistol in his hand, and faced the direction of the door with an unusually fierce "Boom, boom.." Continuously pulling the trigger, Dalin on the other side reacted a little slower by half a beat, but immediately raised his hand and shot like a dragon going out to sea.

The bullets hit the door frame, the wall splashed a burst of palpitating sparks, the two young men who rushed to the front fell to the ground, lying on the ground and screaming, the people outside the door quickly dragged the wounded companion out, and retreated in embarrassment, someone screamed: "They have guns!"

Xingchen strode forward while raising his head and shouting: "Strafing becomes point shooting, continue to advance!"