Who is who? Who shot the arrow?"

Da Fei, who was almost shot and his head was shattered, covered the wound on his shoulder in horror and was dragged back by his subordinates.

In Fang Cai's firepower battle, more than a dozen people fell on Da Fei's side in an instant, and only four people from the other side were shot.

On the one hand, this is because Da Fei has many brothers and stands densely, and on the other hand, it is also because there are two very powerful gunmen among the bodyguards brought by the Yankees.

Boom!

Boom!

Bullets flew sideways, and Da Fei was dragged by his men to the back of the security booth to avoid the fire.

The two gunmen pulled the man on the back and another brown-haired man, who had also been shot, and hid behind the courtyard wall outside the gate, shooting back while looking at several cars parked on the side of the road.

The men who came with them all hid behind the car and shot at Da Fei's men, and the gunshots rang out one after another.

"Beru!"

The gunman with a scar on his face shouted at the thin black gunman who was shooting on the side: "Send the boss back to the car!"

"Watch out for that archer!"

The black skinny gunman reminded.

"I know. ”

Scarface took a few deep breaths, plucked up his courage, and glanced at it quickly.

He looked in the direction the arrow had come from, but found no figure.

The speed and power of that arrow had already told him that he was a very powerful archer, and he knew very well that a top-notch archer was like a sniper, with the power of death in such a chaotic battlefield.

And in this dark night environment, the enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light, the top archers are even more threatening than snipers, because the sound of the bowstring vibrating is much smaller than the sound of gunfire, as long as they are deliberately hidden, it is difficult for them to find the position of the other party.

The other party is likely to be a figure on the killer list, and if he had brought a sniper rifle, he might have been able to maneuver, but he only brought two pistols and had no ability to resist at all.

"I'll cover you!"

Scarface gritted his teeth and said.

The thin black gunman hesitated, then nodded emphatically.

Scarface filled the magazine, pressed the hammer, and whispered, "I'll count one, two, three, you take the boss and rush back!"

After counting to three, he suddenly got up, armed with two guns, and pulled the trigger again and again at the thugs hiding behind the security booth and behind several cars at the door.

Bang bang!

Two bullets pierced the chests of the two thugs, and Scarface quickly moved the muzzle of the gun, and several shots forced the thugs hiding behind the car to retreat, and they retreated again and again.

The moment he fired, the thin black gunman pushed the man on the back and the brown-haired man towards the side of the car.

The man with the back staggered, and the brown-haired man carried the cash box behind him, and strode with his waist hunched.

The bright lights at the entrance and around the security booth make the interior of the parking lot even darker.

Boom!

Boom!

Scarface shoots as he gazes quickly for the archer's tracks.

Suddenly, he saw a figure moving behind the parking space on the right side of the door.

Over there!

However, after subconsciously moving the muzzle of the gun, he couldn't help but be stunned.

So far?

As soon as the thought flashed, a violent sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart, which was the sixth sense that had repeatedly saved his life on the battlefield.

The high-speed black arrow body is like hair mixed in ink in the night, and it is difficult to spot, and by the time Scarface sees the shadow of the arrow, the arrow is already close at hand!

The gun in his hand had been reflexively snapped, and the bullet flew towards his gaze, but his heart was instantly half cold.

He knew that with the archer's position already exceeding the effective shooting distance of the pistol in his hand, his bullet would not hit the archer at all.

Shout!

A sound of breaking the air passed by his ears, and the thrill of near-death made his heartbeat break by half a beat, and then rumbled violently again.

He didn't shoot!

It was a thought that came to his mind.

"Ahh

There was a scream behind him.

He turned back in astonishment, only to see the brown-haired man's right leg bent and in a strange position, propped up on the ground.

The cash box fell in front of him, cracked, and scattered dollars all over the ground.

When he looked closely, he found that the brown-haired man had a black feather arrow stuck in his calf, and the arrow pierced his entire leg and shot into the asphalt, and the arrow did not reach half an inch, nailing his leg to the ground.

Scarface's mouth opened wide, his face instantly turned pale, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

At such a distance, and with such great power, the bow in that archer must be at least eighty pounds higher.

The most terrifying thing is that at such a distance, that archer actually has such precise accuracy, is this still human?

Scarface only realized at this moment that the target of this arrow was not him at all, but his boss.

The archer wanted to keep them here!

Seeing the brown-haired man fall, the thin black gunner hurriedly turned around and reached out to pull out the black arrow.

The arrow didn't enter the road, and he didn't pull it out the first time.

"Run, leave him alone!"

Scarface yelled, ignoring Da Fei's men, and rushed straight towards the man on his back.

He guessed the archer's intentions, and that guy's next target must be the backhead man!

"Run!"

As he rushed, he waved his hand and motioned for the man on his back to run to the side of the car.

But the man on the back stared at the brown-haired man's injured leg in a daze, as if he was scared stupid.

"Jack! Run!"

Scarface roared again.

The man on his back shuddered, came back to his senses, turned around and ran.

However, as soon as he lifted his left leg, a volley of black arrows pierced his right leg and bent inward!

The sharp arrow carried a huge kinetic energy through the crook of his leg, and the trembling arrow was driven directly into the asphalt, and the arrow blade sank nearly halfway.

The inertia of the forward rush pulls the shaft of the arrow, making the wound larger.

The adrenaline secreted by fear causes the man's heart to beat violently at a rate of one hundred and thirty times per minute, transfusing blood throughout his body.

The huge blood pressure caused blood to gush out of the arteries and veins that had been cut by the arrows, and it shot out along the wounds that had been torn open by inertia, splashing on the face of Scarface, who had rushed to the front.

Scorching, piping hot.

"Ahh

The man on the back screamed, the right leg of the arrow was supported by the shaft of the arrow and the pain, half straight in the air, he stretched out his right hand, but he didn't dare to scratch the wound, just held it and trembled, and instantly sweated in pain.

Da Fei poked his head out from behind the security booth and saw the two Yankees who fell to the ground, and his face was happy.

The night was too dark for him to see the black arrows nailed to the legs of the two Yankees, thinking they had been shot.

Looking at the dollars scattered all over the ground in front of the brown-haired man, he beckoned: "Rush for me, grab the money back!"

Scarface ran to the back man's side, turned around and blocked in front of him, half-crouching with two guns fired in succession, knocking back a few of Da Fei's men who got up.

Quickly glanced at the two Yankees who were pinned to the ground, and he was a little desperate.

Now it seems that the other party must be a figure on the killer list, maybe he is still a top 100 horror guy.

When he first took this business, he would never have imagined that he would face such a terrifying archer.

Otherwise, he said that he would not take this business for anything.

The other party is obviously playing with them like cats playing with rats, and today they are afraid that they will not escape!

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