"Kang..."

The sound exploded in the corridor without warning, and the huge sound was enough to be called deafening, and this sound was enough to cause the neighbors to shake and even an area in normal times, but unfortunately, today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the land of Huidong is shrouded in firecrackers.

The neighbor next to the most earthquake scolded: "Setting off firecrackers in the corridor is not quality"

After the sound, the two men outside the door looked at the door lock with more and more cold expressions, the quality of the door lock is not very good, it is the most traditional to grab the door handle and press down, at this time the handle is no longer visible, the door lock is exposed, the lock cylinder has been broken, this door, can no longer provide the security effect.

The man on the left quickly raised his hand and clasped it on the hole, thus opening the door with a swift movement.

"Squeak..."

The door was opened in an instant.

However, when they saw the situation inside, the two frowned at the same time and did not go in immediately.

The room is different from their impression, the lights were on before, and now the lights are off, the voice-activated lights outside the door, through the door can take a look at the living room, but the door has been open There is a risk, the living room curtains have been tightly blocked, once the door is closed, the living room will fall into darkness.

They turned their heads and saw that the bedroom door on the side was also open, and the inside was nowhere to be seen.

The two looked at each other.

The empty, silent room in front of them may feel tricky for junior outlaws, and they don't know where the other party will come from, but they are different, they are professional gunslingers, and since the day they came out of prison and found that they could no longer keep up with the rhythm of society, they have lived a life with their heads on their belts, and so on, and so on, and it has not been once or twice dealt with.

"Da..."

The man on the right no longer concealed it, took out the homemade/pistol hidden in his clothes, and then stepped in, there are not many places to hide people in the living room, and he can see all the situation with a sweep, bold and careful, making sure that there is no one in the living room, carrying the gun expressionlessly, and going straight to the bedroom.

When he came, he had already made sure that Shang Yang didn't have a gun!

So no matter what weapon he has, he can't solve himself in a second, and he can kill him in an instant.

"Da-da..."

Two steps later, the man was about to reach the door of the bedroom, and the wardrobe and bed had already appeared in his vision.

I want to go in.

He stopped suddenly.

frowned, his nose twitched twice, he slowly turned his head to look at the room next to him, listened carefully, and the sound of "Sisi" in his ears paused for two seconds, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Subconsciously raise your hand to grab your clothes and cover your nose.

"Gas!"

The smell of gas billows out of the kitchen, hitting the colorless and odorless air, almost filling the living room.

"Da-da..."

He immediately turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as he walked to the kitchen door, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his gun and aimed it inside.

Just look at the black pressure in the kitchen.

But it is not difficult to see that there is a person sitting on the stove, sitting lazily, with his legs hanging in the air, his back against the wall, his face wrapped around a wet towel, and his exposed half face is staring at the door, carrying it with one hand... Kitchen knife.

"Shoot, let's finish the game together!"

Shang Yang opened his mouth casually, and there was even a smile in his voice: "How did that sentence come about? Heaven and earth are not afraid, but they are afraid that hooligans are educated, hehe... I didn't study hard when I was in school, but I still remember that the main component of natural gas is methane, and the lower explosion limit of methane is five, and the upper limit is fifteen... Enough in the kitchen, just a shot ... Boom... Let's go to the west together!"

A light flashed on the man's face, and he subconsciously took a step back, but the perspective remained looking at Shang Yang.

It has become common knowledge that natural gas will explode when it encounters fire, and everyone knows it.

"Come... Don't be cowardly!"

Shang Yang spread his hands indifferently, seemingly calm, but in fact, he panicked in his heart, there is one of the most important conditions for a natural gas explosion, sealing the environment! He is gambling, betting that these two gunmen don't know this, staring at the door: "My idea is very clear, I have to die anyway, drag one to save the capital, drag the two to earn one, shoot, let me see what the legendary professional killing looks like!"

The pistol man glanced at the other man.

They were indeed frightened by Shang Yang, to be precise, by the smell of gas in the house, and they did not dare to act rashly.

But!

The two were not stupid, the other man saw the eyes, quickly walked to the window, opened the window, ventilated, as long as the wind came in, the room would become clear.

At the moment when the man moved.

Shang Yang's eyes lit up.

What he wants is to be able to hold off the other party's chances.

In fact, when he saw the situation outside the door through the cat's eye, he was already like ashes, how could manpower fight with hot weapons? He could only accept his fate, but Tang Youyou's eyes gave him great hope, it should be said that he was unwilling, and he couldn't let this woman die and die.

You can't sit still, at least you have to fight!

Quickly jumped off the stove, carried a kitchen knife, and went straight to the door.

"I don't know what to do!"

The man with the pistol stared at him, reacted extremely quickly, saw him coming, the pistol turned in his hand, held the muzzle, this thing pulled the trigger and had long-range lethality, held in his hand, it could also be used as a murder weapon, not afraid at all, he actually took the initiative to step forward and raised this solid iron to smash over.

"Click..."

A kitchen knife is cut at iron ore.

As soon as the expert made a move, he knew if there was one, Shang Yang was keenly aware that this person had not been trained, but he must have been extremely experienced on the edge of life and death, and all his reactions were all to protect important positions, and he found that the other person was about to walk to the window, as long as he opened the window, in just a few tens of seconds, the other party would have the confidence to shoot.

Life hangs by a thread.

He no longer spares his hands, and stimulates all his physical instincts.

Picking up the kitchen knife, it was like swinging a fist at a sandbag, and looking down again and again.

A trace of horror flashed in the man's eyes, there were two knives almost against the door of the head, and if he moved forward a centimeter, his head would be split, which was unimaginable in his career, and his previous work was to come to the door, knock on the door, open the door, and come out after thirty seconds, which rarely involved the other party's resistance!

Theoretically, this should not be the case.

Even if there are times when it is necessary to use hands, few people can be so explosive.

"Bang..."

At the same time as the other man opened the window, he was also forced to the wall by Shang Yang, and his back was already pressed against the wall.

"Pour it for me!"

Shang Yang raised his knife again and slashed downward.

His heart became more and more anxious, and the moment the window opened, he could clearly feel the speed of air flow accelerating, and the cold air outside kept entering.

The man in front of him saw that he was still this trick, and he was overjoyed, there was no way to retreat from behind, so he could only move forward, and he understood the trajectory of Shang Yang's swing of the knife, and instantly rushed to the side and forward, at the same time, bent down, bent down with the risk of injury, and hugged Shang Yang's waist with both hands.

As long as you hold it, the body can't exert force, and the force on the knife is not enough.

"Hmm..."

His hands did wrap around Shang Yang, the corners of his mouth were already upward, as long as he picked him up hard, he could run to the window and throw him out of the window after holding back for three seconds.

"Up!"

He shouted hard in his mouth, his whole body was concentrated on his legs, and he suddenly used his strength to pick up the body of more than 100 catties.

However, at the moment when the force on his legs had just been exerted, his body suddenly couldn't lift a trace of strength.

"Is it a knife?"

A thought flashed through his mind, and the horror in his eyes betrayed him...

If he didn't remind him, Shang Yang didn't know what to do, but seeing his movements, he instantly remembered that when he first entered the Linshui Boxing Stadium, he stayed up all night watching the mixed martial arts of foreign barbarians, and there was a trick in it that was more effective than a kitchen knife, he threw the kitchen knife away, and his body also bent downward, pressing on the man's body, and his hands also wrapped around the man's waist.

Strength and power are hard to shake.

Shang Yang exerted force with both hands, and instantly picked up his body, and the upper bodies of the two seemed to be connected together, but one was headed up and the other was head down.

The other man had already recovered and smashed Shang Yang's head with a black tennis belt containing a powerful troll.

Shang Yang spun around and dodged a blow.

The man who was firmly hugged by him was also very experienced, his legs split and clamped Shang Yang's neck, his face was flushed, and he used all his strength to tighten it.

The other person stood opposite Shang Yang, and when he saw that he was being strangled, he picked up the black bag again.

But as soon as he picked it up, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

The guy in front of him is laughing, smiling brightly, like the villain's arrogant laughter after he succeeds?

Let him have the illusion that he is the one who is killed, and he is the one who comes to commit the murder.

Subsequently.

His pupils dilated, and he became more and more surprised.

Just look at Shang Yang on the opposite side holding his companion, he jumped up, not high, about twenty centimeters, and then fell in free fall, but he didn't land with his feet first, but his knees, kneeling straight in front of him, what was even more cruel... The companion who was held upside down by Shang Yang, Tianling Gai fell to the ground before his knees...

"Boom"

This sound is no less than the sky falling apart.

The heart of the man carrying the black bag trembled, what kind of move is this? I haven't seen it at all... Upside-down onions, upside-down wax, upside-down golden hooks...

As soon as he reacted, he saw that his companion's neck seemed to have been crooked, the weight of the two people, with their heads on the ground, a drop of sixty centimeters, how much pressure was generated, and Shang Yang didn't know, but it must be very painful and deadly... Because the man's body was like a deflated ball, floppy and lifeless.

"Die... Give me death!"

Seeing that his companion was subdued, he roared out heartbreakingly, and no longer cared about whether there would be an explosion in the room, he picked up the black bag and went straight to Shang Yang to hit him.

"Kang..."

A cloud of blood mist instantly dispersed, and a hole appeared in the stomach in an instant.

"I... Exercise... You..."

The weak scolding sound in the room was not Shang Yang, but the man who was knocked unconscious by Shang Yang.

Who would dare to be distracted for a second at this critical moment? Not even a fraction of a second.

After Shang Yang knelt down and knocked the man unconscious, he quickly stood up and held his legs in front of him.

The man was originally unconscious, but he was awakened by a shot, his head was on the ground, and he looked at his companion in despair, he didn't die in Shang Yang's hands, and asked his companion to give him a shot...

"Hmm..."

He didn't finish his words, it wasn't that there was no sign of continuing, but Shang Yang didn't stop at all, and rushed straight over with his two legs.

"Bang..."

The three of them collided together.

Shang Yang kept pushing his legs forward, and after a few steps, he pushed the man carrying the bag to the window, and when he was sure that he couldn't pull the trigger in his hand, he released the ankle of the man in the middle and smashed his fist quickly.

"Bang..."

The man was caught off guard and his mind was dizzy.

But Shang Yang didn't give him a chance.

"Bang bang... Bang"

Constantly swinging his fists, just five seconds later, the man has been smashed beyond recognition, the person has long been unconscious, his body is weak, and he slowly collapsed to the ground along the window, he is not at ease, he quickly kicked the black bag aside with his foot, gasped violently, staring at the two people on the ground...

"Bang la la"

There was a commotion in the bedroom, the mattress was pushed open from the inside, and Tang Youyou, who was soaked in water, ran out of it, she was forcibly stuffed into it by Shang Yang, Shang Yang told her: "You are my woman... Can't be fine."

Tang Youyou ran out, his face was still bloodless, and when he saw Shang Yang standing in front of the two, he immediately pounced, hugged his body tightly, and cried.

Shang Yang's mood is indescribable with the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the five flavors of miscellaneous dust, to be precise, it is like after three days and three nights of intestinal warfare, no desire plus full body transformation plus happiness...

He didn't expect to survive.

"If there's a next time, don't take me..."

"There is no next time!"

Shang Yang interrupted her words, not looking at this woman who was like a koala, but thinking, solving these two people can only prove that there will be nothing wrong now, but who is Zhou Tengyun? Pinching yourself to death is like pinching an ant to death, if Tang Youyou hadn't suddenly seen the car outside the window today, he might have been ready to cross the Nai He Bridge and drink Meng Po soup...

Luck, pure fluke.

But what next?

He can't let himself go...