With a few "poof" dull gunshots, three blood flowers bloomed in the air, Zhang Kun snorted, but his face always seemed to be an ancient well without waves, and there was no change.

I saw Zhang Kun rushing to the dining table beside him, grabbed the white wooden chair next to him, and threw it at the two white gunmen.

The white dining table and chairs flew over with a burst of color, and the faces of the two white gunmen changed slightly, feeling the speed of the wooden chairs rushing and the huge power that seemed to be carried on them, they couldn't continue to shoot in an instant, and turned to flash to both sides.

And just when the two white gunmen flashed the flying dining table and chairs, and pointed their guns at Zhang Kun again as fast as they could, the two of them suddenly paused.

I saw Zhang Kun gasping slightly, and in front of him, the "yellow race" was held hostage, and a short knife was held against the throat of the "yellow race".

It turned out that in the moment just now, after Zhang Kun threw out the dining table and chairs, the whole person followed behind the dining table and chairs, and rushed towards the white man who stabbed at him, and entered the white blade empty-handed, first dodging the short knife in the white man's hand, and then slamming the palm knife and hitting the vagus nerve on the back of the white man's neck, instantly knocking him out.

After that, Zhang Kun grabbed the "yellow race" who was still stunned, dragged it in front of him, grabbed the short knife, and pressed it against the neck of the "yellow race".

Speaking of so many words, in fact, it is just a flash of light.

Zhang Kun snorted slightly, but his face was still the indifferent expression of the ancient well, his eyes swept slightly over the two white gunmen in front of him, and then the hand holding the short knife tightened slightly, flashing with a cold blade, sticking to the throat of the "yellow race", and then the corner of his eye swept the "yellow race" glance, and said lightly.

"Have your people put down their guns and exit this room. ”

Feeling the blade clinging to his neck, the "yellow man" didn't even dare to breathe heavily, because he was afraid that if the movement was too big, and then the blade cut directly through his throat, he had seen the sharpness of these two short knives with his own eyes, and he really blew and broke his hair.

But soon the "yellow race" calmed down, and he even raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, a cold smile.

"Although I have known in the information for a long time that your skills are very good, so I arranged for a person to deal with you with a knife on the surface, but the real killing move is those two sharpshooters who hit every shot. ”

"As soon as you focus all your attention on the knifeman, the two sharpshooters will shoot, killing them in one shot. ”

"However, I really didn't expect that you could escape ...... such a mortal situation. ”

However, before the words of the "yellow race" were finished, the short knife on his neck tightened slightly, and then he saw a blood mark on the neck of the "yellow race" instantly, and the blood began to seep down.

"Don't talk nonsense, get your people to put down their guns and get out of this room. Zhang Kun said lightly.

The corners of the "yellow man's eyes" twitched, and then the corners of his mouth moved, but he finally spoke to the two white gunmen, but one mouth was in English.

"You two, do you remember what I said before I came, this mission, to complete the mission goal is the highest priority, and your task is to kill this Chinese behind me, have you all forgotten?"

"I have already given you seven percent of the commission, now as long as you can kill this Chinese, and then take the information in that handbag, go to that person, and he will give you the rest of the commission." ”

"So, what are you hesitating about......? The yellow man yelled at the two white gunmen half-angrily.

And with the words of "yellow people", the corners of Zhang Kun's eyes sank slightly, and then directly pressed the words behind the "yellow people", Zhang Kun's indifferent face coldly spit out four words: "Enough, shut up." ”

was pressed hard by Zhang Kun's hand on his chest, and the unfinished words were pressed directly back into his stomach, and the "yellow race" showed an uncomfortable expression on his face, and it took a few seconds to ease down slightly, and then his head was slightly sideways, and the corner of his eye swept Zhang Kun behind him, and his face showed a smile that seemed to be not smiling.

"So you know English, what's the matter, scared?"

The corners of Zhang Kun's eyes moved slightly, and then before Zhang Kun could speak, he let out a wild laugh as if he was crazy: "Just because you want to threaten me too? What about death, even if it is death, I will not let that bastard of Chuanchang feel better, and you damn save Chuanchang's miscellaneous pieces, go to hell with me." ”

I saw that with the crazy laughter of the "yellow race", the eyes of the two white gunmen on the opposite side condensed, and in an instant, Zhang Kun's face changed slightly, and then he didn't think about it, and pushed the "yellow man" in his arms fiercely towards the two gunmen, and then the whole person flashed to the side.

I saw that at the moment when Zhang Kun's figure just moved, the two white gunmen decisively fired several shots in succession, and several bullets directly drilled into the body of the "yellow race", and the powerful impact force even made the bullets pass directly through the body.

These two bastards really didn't care about the life and death of the "yellow race", as if they completely ignored the existence of the "yellow race", and the muzzle of the gun was directly aimed at the lethal organs of Zhang Kun's body.

A few shots flashed, and then Zhang Kun kicked back, and his body rushed towards the two white gunmen.

In his perception, the "yellow race" was shot several times, and two of the shots were directly hit in the fatal place, and there was no possibility of rescue, and once the "yellow race" died, then there was no buffer between him and the white man, and the conflict was inevitable.

Zhang Kun's figure was very fast, and the distance of four or five meters was only less than half a second for him, and the two white gunmen only had time to fire two or three shots before Zhang Kun rushed in front of them.

And as long as they are close to Zhang Kun, since they have guns on them, there will be no room for a turnaround.

And just after the two white gunmen shot and killed the "yellow race", before Zhang Kun was about to attack, the two people who had been standing next to him also moved suddenly.

The two people mentioned here are another white man with a knife, and Thomson, who has been held hostage.

I saw that Thomson seized the opportunity of the white man's spirit behind him to pause slightly at the moment when the "yellow race" was shot, grabbed the white man's right hand holding the knife with both hands, fixed the blade, and the whole person instantly squatted, turned around, and punched the white man behind him in the belly.

The huge force instantly beat the white man into a big lobster that bowed down, and then Thomson turned and rushed behind the white man, grabbed the white man's hands, pressed his knees against the white man's back, and then slammed it back.

After hearing two unusually crisp sounds, the knife-wielding white man let out an unparalleled scream, and then twisted his hands behind him in an unnatural state.

But at this moment, the white man, who had been wandering around the room after closing the curtains, also drew his pistol from behind him.