The cannon smiled silly, but once he acted, he was resolute, and after receiving the task, he carried a box that seemed to be a heavy weight and ran into the night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The night is getting thicker and thicker, but the gunfire on the beach has not stopped, and the dark sea continues to flash the dim light of bullets. The mourning dog almost used the strength to feed and put his head against the hard and cold cement floor on the dock, even if the stinky feet of the big cow were close at hand, he did not move at all - he did not have the brave force value of the big bull, nor did he have the smart brain of Brother B, but from the street gangster to the top two celebrities around Ah B today, the self-protection ability of the mourning dog is absolutely first-class.

"I'll take your lungs, what kind of killer is this, just a whole fucking army!" Ah B scolded secretly, out of the instinct of survival, clinging to the ground to avoid the opponent's fire, while still not forgetting to look around to observe the surrounding situation.

"Bang, bang!" There were two faint gunshots in the distance, and the mourning dog reacted violently, "Brother B, the sniper on the tower crane seems to have been killed!" While speaking, the mourning dog only dared to tilt his head lightly, and looked at the direction of the tower crane in the night sky in the distance.

Ah B didn't dare to act rashly, he had been pretending to be stupid by Fu Jiubiao's side for so many years, and naturally he knew the ruthlessness of the head of the Fu family best, and the Fu family had always respected cutting grass and eradicating the roots, and there was often no room for doing things.

The gunners on the sea covered each other and slowly pushed the line of fire towards the shore, trying to force Ah B out so that the snipers on the tower crane could shoot Ah B to death.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out again on the tower crane, which had been quiet for a long time.

The mourning dog was stunned suddenly, secretly glad that he didn't show his head just now, otherwise he might have gone to see the king of Yama at this time.

But Ah B suddenly sighed: "What's the matter?"

Da Niu said coldly, "The sniper seems to be helping us." ”

Sure enough, the gunners who successfully pushed the line of fire up to the dock also noticed that something was wrong, the snipers who were supposed to be their fire support knocked down two people in a row, and after the third person also fell, the gunners hurriedly began to look for cover, but the abandoned dock was empty, and it seemed that it had become impossible to find a cover.

Ah B squinted and gritted his teeth: "Lao Tzu hit your lungs, give me a shot back!" said as he said, pulling out a pistol from his back and shooting two shots in the direction of the gunners.

The mourning dog also pulled out a handful of half-used German parallel goods, and the big cow frowned, and reluctantly pulled out a small revolver from his trouser pocket, for a gun would never be as easy for him as his two machetes.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out behind him, and Ah B broke out in a cold sweat: The surname Fu really has a trick!

But I heard a familiar voice ringing out from the gunshot: "Wangcai, Lao Tzu is here!"

When Ah B was a child, his milk name in the village was Ergou, and Li Sir, who came to Hong Kong from the mainland, didn't know where he heard this milk name, so he gave this bigwig-level figure who can be regarded as a big man in the underworld in Hong Kong called "Wangcai".

Hearing someone shouting that he was prosperous, Ah B didn't know who was coming, and scolded "little bastard", but his hanging heart finally landed slightly, and he yelled at the rear: "If you don't fucking come again, you will have to burn paper for Lao Tzu this time next year!"

"Don't worry, Lao Tzu will burn a cart of gold ingots for you, so that you can also wrap two milks, three mothers and four mothers in the underworld!"

"Lao Tzu has a lung on your head, surnamed Li, have solved this gang of mongrels, and Lao Tzu will invite you to drink a lot of wine at night!"

"I'm very drunk!"

"Enough wine!"

"I'm not alone here!"

"Let's all drink together!"

In the rain of bullets, this policeman and bandit gossiped without a match, but the gunman on the opposite side was extremely depressed.

"Big brother, what should I do?" the tall and thin man in the gunman hid behind a substation and asked the fierce-looking man who was hiding behind a stone bench not far away.

The man spat and foamed: "The surname Fu gave us fake news, didn't he say that only Ah B has two subordinates?"

The tall and thin man shrunk his neck, for fear of being targeted by the snipers on the tower crane: "Boss, what a point!"

The fierce-looking man nodded: "How are the brothers?"

The tall and thin man had good eyesight, and after looking around, he said, "I poured three, and I guess they all died." ”

"Damn, this account must be settled with the surname Fu. The fierce-looking man thought for a moment and said, "I'll cover you, you guys retreat first!"

"Big brother......" Several of his subordinates said in unison, and they couldn't see each other's red eyes in the dark.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't stay for a while, run the S-shape, whether you can live depends on whether Guan Erye is blessed or not!" The fierce-looking man took three breaths in a row, "I'll count one, two, three, and you guys will start running!"

"One, two, three, run!"

The gunners, who had finally found cover, were very obedient, landed three times, and ran to the beach without hesitation.

"Ah......h

Li Yundao saw that the firepower was too dense, turned his head and asked Li Ruofei: "How about the plane and the artillery?"

Li Ruofei nodded with a smile, and said to the microphone: "Cannon, Brother Nan said that he wants to see you perform!"

"None of them will be left?" Li Ruofei asked Li Yundao tentatively.

Li Yundao was no longer a cynical young man who had just come down from Kunlun Mountain, and shook his head with a light smile: "You can be disabled, if you can save one life, you can leave one!"

"Bang...... Bang......" Several gunshots rang out from the tower crane in the distance.

Before the vicious-looking gunman had finished firing the second magazine, he heard several screams, and when he turned around, he saw his men who were running to the sea lying on the ground, wailing, and the worst one was directly smashed to the knee.

"I ...... I'm fighting with you!" the red-eyed leader of the gunners walked out of hiding with two submachine guns in his hand.

Before he could pull the trigger of the submachine gun on his right hand, he suddenly felt a jerk in his right arm, and watched as his right forearm separated from his body and flung into the air.

The sudden change made him stunned on the spot.

"Ah......" Perhaps it was the blood and pain that further stimulated his ferocity, he didn't even care about the blood-spurting right arm, picked up the submachine gun in his left hand, and rushed straight in the direction where Ah B was hiding.

The big cow buzzed: "Boss, is this person mentally faulty? Why is he stupider than me?"

The mourning dog laughed and said, "He's not stupid, he's crazy." Boss, what should I do?"

Ah B had just been so pressed by the concentrated fire of the gunmen that he didn't dare to raise his head, and now he had the opportunity to breathe, how could he let it go, and sneered.

The mourning dog understood, and said to the big cow: "Brother, let you look at me, what does it mean to be a hundred shots and a hundred hits." ”

The mourning dog's marksmanship is very good, and it is indeed a hundred shots.

One shot.

Headshots.