In the five-story dangerous building, if you ignore the tense atmosphere, seven people are like playing hide and seek.

Hide, seek and chase.

The environment is decaying, and the dust is everywhere.

Because of their sudden intrusion, the dust on the ground was scattered in the air, and they held their breath so that they would not cough out abruptly.

The dangerous building is a house built by the boss of a real estate industry by cutting corners, but it was just built as an empty shell, and then immediately absconded with the money.

This building is also placed here, and no one cares about it.

Now it is to give Wei Pujue a certain amount of space and time to escape the constraints.

The dilapidated and gray furniture, the crumbling wooden doors, the crooked pillars, and the concrete floor were littered with many collapsed staircase steps.

Wei Pujue not only had to guard against those ambushers, but also to avoid being smashed!

The tofu slag project harms people.

Even if the other party is outnumbered, he has the advantage of identifying the approximate location of the people around him, as if cheating.

At this moment, it is very dangerous to expose your back.

Wei Pujue walked cautiously against the wall, because he was too concerned about the situation around him, he neglected what was under his feet.

"Click-"

Wei Pujue raised his foot, looked at the metal pole wrapped in small cement blocks, and wanted to kick it out.

Wei Pujue's whole person was very irritable.

He endured it for a while before burying the rampage in his body.

In the past two days, he couldn't control his mutated personality, and he suspected that he had been suppressed for too long and had made schizophrenia!

But I was going well, why did I suddenly become neurotic!

Wei Pujue took a deep breath, and then he calmed down again.

You can't stay here any longer, Wei Pujue turned around and left, and walked over those small obstacles cleanly.

The bigger his steps, the more fierce the wind becomes.

It just so happened that the ambusher who had gone up to the second floor at this time heard the movement, and he slowly moved this way against the wall without making a sound.

As the barrel of the gun stretched out and his head was deflected, a knife suddenly slashed at his neck.

Hit hard.

The ambusher's body was crooked, and Wei Pujue helped him and let him slowly fall to the ground.

The ambusher was wrapped in gray-black clothes and wore a black mask with the brim pressed on, trying not to expose an inch of skin on his body.

This kind of person is suitable for hiding in the dark.

An excellent assassin.

Wei Pujue didn't think much about it, he looked at the clothes on the ambusher with disgust.

This man is not much in proportion to his size.

This side is a little closer to the stairs, and the greater the risk of being discovered by others.

Wei Pujue directly carried the ambusher, as if carrying a cloth bag, ready to turn into the small cubicle again.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt the slight grinding sound of the fabric behind him.

Wei Pujue's back was cold, his fingers tightened the ambusher on his shoulder, and he directly threw the ambusher out in that direction.

There was a thud and a crash.

The later ambushers crossed their hands in front of them, and the man who had been thrown at them like small cannonballs slipped to the ground.

At this time, the second floor was quiet again, and Wei Pujue was no longer visible.

At that time, Wei Pujue didn't have time to think about it, directly grabbed the horizontal floor and jumped down from the second floor.

The first floor is about six meters high, and there is not much to grab a buffer in between.

The action was too urgent, even if Wei Pujue was very careful and rolled on the ground to unload the force, he still inevitably hit his foot.

The ambushers had all gone upstairs by this time, and it seemed that the higher they stood, the stronger their sense of security.

Now there is no one on the first floor except Wei Pujue, but the space here is more empty, and there is almost no place to block bullets.

His mind was racing for what to do.

I really want to have a bomb in my hand and blow this place up!

There is no elevator in the dangerous building, only a layer of stairs can go up and down, Wei Pujue can't go up, and there is a great possibility of being killed when he goes up.

Before they could react, Wei Pujue simply escaped from the dangerous building.

Some of the ambushers could only see his back, the bullet landed in the cement behind his heel, and Wei Pujue was unharmed.

The ambusher gestured, and the rest followed.

"Dog skin plaster!"

I can't get rid of it!

Wei Pujue scolded secretly.

Wei Pujue obviously heard the wind, but still walked into a dead end.

He looked at the walls on either side, which were not very high, and kicked them straight up.

After borrowing strength, jump to the other side.

Under two or three back-and-forth jumps, Wei Pujue climbed to the top with ease, walking on the palm-wide wall.

Not long after, one step away, it was an old building again.

Not far from the front of Wei Pujue is an old window sill, the glass is broken and leaking, and a lot of dust has accumulated, so no one has lived in it for a long time.

Wei Pujue took out a spare knife pinned to his waist and threw it directly, and the glass fell with a clatter.

Wei Pujue jumped, as smooth as a fish in water, and he got into it from the windowsill.

Then the ambushers who followed closely ran together, and in addition to the ambushers who had beaten and knocked out, there were still five heads left, and the ambushers saw that this was not right, and began to scatter in all directions.

Wei Pujue jumped into the windowsill, turned around directly, and aimed at the group of people below.

One fell, two wounded.

An ambusher pulled out a gun and shot at the windowsill, Wei Pujue turned sideways, and watched the bullets fly in front of his eyes, he closed his eyes.

Wei Pujue walked directly outside the house, looking for a safe stronghold.

Walking into a hallway, bang, bang-

The water pipe above burst open at this moment, and the water flowed straight down, Wei Pujue's heart twisted, and he hurriedly walked away.

Such a voice would interfere with him.

But in this short period of a few seconds, the group of people actually chased after them from all directions.

It is surrounded by different distances.

There was the interference of the current, Wei Pujue only noticed the three people in front of him, and he was about to deal with them, but he didn't notice a bullet coming from the rear.

Bullets hit him in the chest.

By the moment Wei Pujue noticed it, the bullet was already close, and it was a distance that he couldn't escape no matter how he escaped.

Wei Pujue's pupils dilated, swallowed saliva, and his head went blank for a moment.

But for a long time, I didn't feel the sound of a bullet entering my body.

Wei Pujue turned his head to look.

met two pairs of eyes that were extremely surprised.

Confused.

The two who saw it all were stunned.

The bullet clearly touched Wei Pujue's body, and they all saw that Wei Pujue's coat was pierced through a small hole, and everything that followed-

It's all slow!

The bullet was like a harmless toy ellipsoid, falling slowly to the ground, rolling on the tiles with its chubby yellow body.

Wei Pujue didn't have a fart matter!

Wei Pujue was also looking down at the bullet, not knowing what to think, he only paused for a few tenths of a second, and suddenly, he struck out in another direction.

Xiao Leng's fingers in the first middle school suddenly closed unconsciously.

She glanced at her hand.

Without anyone else being able to see anything, Xiao Leng stared at the broken glass sheet in the palm of his hand.

Something went wrong.

Wei Pujue's protective shield planted by her was able to withstand a fatal blow.

Now that it is broken, it means that Wei Pujue is in danger that can be fatal.

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