It is certain that Yangdingtian has a backstage, but when it comes to this, no matter what backstage Yangdingtian has, the Flying Squirrel Gang cannot retreat, otherwise the authority of the Flying Squirrel Gang will be greatly lost, and it will immediately become a real street rat, and everyone will come to step on it.

If your knife is unfavorable, there is only one word: death.

The middle-aged man took two more steps back, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a group of strong men rushed out from behind the doors on both sides, at least a dozen people, each with a machete.

Guns are not allowed here, but if there is a lot of gunfire here, the impact is not good, and with knives, the movement will be much smaller.

And middle-aged people don't think that with more than a dozen knives, they can't handle Yang Dingtian.

He pointed to the sky, his eyes were cold: "Shatter him." ”

If you don't do it, it's enough, once you do it, you will never tolerate mercy, this is the rule of the underworld, mother-in-law and mother are black, and they will definitely not live long.

More than a dozen strong men frantically pounced on the sun from both sides, there was no squeak, only the flickering knife light, and some of the few gamblers who were left to watch the excitement were already scared and closed their eyes.

But there are also those who have the courage to have hair, but their eyes are wide-eyed, and their eyes are bulging and they are looking at Yang Dingtian.

In their fantasies, the flesh and blood of Yang Dingtian flew everywhere, and the handsome little white face was chopped into a piece of minced meat.

Yang Dingtian raised the corners of his mouth, got up, grabbed the chair with his backhand, grabbed the chair in his hand, twisted his waist and made a big loop, and the heavy solid wood chair swept out.

At this time, the strong men just rushed over, and the situation was as if they had hit the whirling chair and fell.

The people here are black and white mixed race, white, or light white, men are generally tall and strong, and in a place like the Flying Squirrel Gang, the knife hand is even more of a strong man, with an average of at least one meter eighty-five or more, and his weight is not less than one hundred and sixteen.

If it is an ordinary person, even if it is swept by a chair, these strong men can block it as long as they block it with their hands, maybe if they don't move, the chair will be broken.

However, Yang Dingtian was not an ordinary person, he swept his chair over, and those strong men flew high like paper people, without the slightest delay.

The strong man said that he pounced together, in fact, there was a first and a last, the first round of Yangdingtian, four rounds, and then back, the second round, three rounds, and then four rounds.

In the front and back three rounds, more than a dozen strong men all gave the wheel to fly, and in the eyes of onlookers, his expression was not exaggerated, and the strength he used did not seem to be very large, as if he had risen in the morning and twisted his waist three times.

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he immediately turned around and ran out of the left door.

"Run. One of the gamblers who stayed behind shouted to Yang Dingtian: "They're about to shoot gunslingers." ”

No matter how high the martial arts are, I am afraid of kitchen knives, in fact, in the *** era, kitchen knives are not terrible, guns are the most terrible.

Yang Dingtian can fight again, no one believes that he can beat a single bullet.

Yang Dingtian smiled slightly and nodded: "Thank you, you guys should leave first." ”

As he spoke, he lowered his chair, sat down, took out a cigarette, clicked, and lit it.

At this point, no one dared to stay, no matter how bold they were to stay, they ran out quickly, and only heard the crisp sound of the lighter when it was moved.

"This man is so bold. ”

In the hearts of gamblers, such a thought was born almost at the same time.

Another thought was, "It's a pity I'm going to die here." ”

Yang Dingtian doesn't think so.

He sat on a chair with his feet crossed, his head tilted and puffed out smoke rings.

Spit to the third, and strong men rushed in at the same time outside the door on both sides, two on the left, three on the right, and five strong men each had a pistol, and shot directly at Yang Dingtian.

As soon as the gun rang off, Yang Dingtian's body suddenly disappeared.

There are cameras in the gambling stalls, and there are many cameras, and there are no dead ends at 360 degrees.

The monitoring personnel behind the camera only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and Yang Dingtian was gone, blinking and clearing, and then looking again, only to find that Yang Dingtian was hanging on the ceiling, holding the silver chain of the chandelier in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

The five gunmen fired several shots in succession, and when they found that the figure was missing, they were stunned and searched around.

One of them looked up, saw Yang Dingtian, and hurriedly raised his gun.

He raised the gun, and before he had time to pull the trigger, Yang Dingtian put the cigarette in his mouth and grabbed a handful on the lamp.

The shape of the chandelier is beautiful and complex, one by one, the lamp head is layered to form the shape of the lotus, and the sun top heaven takes it off casually, which is a crystal lamp head.

He took off the lamp head, pinched it, raised his hand again, and punched out a broken crystal, and the three gunmen on that side fell together, and the blood on their bodies splashed up, like a fluffy head out of the water, and I don't know how many eyes were drilled.

The three gunmen over there saw that they were not alive, but Yang Dingtian made a move, and the two gunmen on the other side also saw Yang Dingtian and raised their guns at the same time.

But Yang Dingtian's speed was faster than them, and he casually pinched another lamp head, and with a wave of his hand, the crystal shards rained down like a rain of flowers, and also shot countless fine eyes on the two gunmen.

The two gunmen no longer had the strength to pull the trigger and fell at the same time.

After killing the five gunmen, Yang Dingtian jumped to the ground and patted the dust on his hands, and then Shi Shiran walked in front of the three gunmen, took two guns, and took a few clips of bullets.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, Yang Dingtian suddenly leaned out, seven or eight gunmen ran over in the corridor, Yang Dingtian fired several shots in a row, knocking down several people in front, the gunmen in the back returned fire, and Yang Dingtian retracted his head.

He now occupies Zeng Lu's house, although the spirit of the Yuan Shen is strong, but it can't make Zeng Lu's body invulnerable, if it is his own body, and there is a ring on his hand, then he can not avoid bullets, and it is not possible to stand against Zeng Lu's house.

In fact, even if it is his own physical spirit, he will not face the muzzle of the gun to perform invulnerability, his goal is to use the Flying Squirrel Gang to Zeng Lu Liwei, not to show the supernatural for agents or security agencies around the world to study him.

As soon as the gunfire stopped outside, Yang Dingtian probed again, fired several shots in succession, and killed two more people.

He has good marksmanship, but the accuracy of the pistol is really poor, and he killed five people twice with two probes, and there are at least two others outside.

On the other side, there was a sound of footsteps, and gunmen rushed over.

Yang Dingtian shot at the window, broke the glass, and flew out, the gunman on the other side was not afraid of death, rushed in, and just saw Yang Dingtian on the window sill, hurriedly raised the gun, Yang Dingtian's body was gone, and several shots were shot in the air.

Although Yang Dingtian jumped out of the window, he did not leave the nightclub, he jumped down, dropped three windows, reached out violently, hooked the edge of the window sill, turned over and got into the window again.

Entering the room, it was an empty room, opening the door, there was a mess outside, quite a few people running around, among them a few gunmen.

Seeing the gunman, Yang Dingtian raised his gun without hesitation and knocked over the two of them, but there were three gunmen, and the remaining one flashed behind the wall, and then poked his head out and fired back at Yang Dingtian, shouting at the same time: "He's here, he's here." ”

The gunners, up and down, suddenly heard the wind.