The young man who stayed on the edge of the stone pile looked down at the troll in his hand, and after finding that he had no bullets, he gently put down the troll, and a handful of imitation June Fourth preparations in his hand were bright.

"Brother, we are all here to earn money, there is no need for you to live or die, right?" asked a deep voice with sweat on his bright forehead.

", a person who works hard to make money, don't you think you're pretty good when you ask this at this time

Son?" the young man asked rhetorically.

Mingliang knew that it was impossible for the other side to let go of himself easily, so he gritted his teeth and did not speak again.

The young man squinted his eyes and quietly listened to the movement on the other side, but there was nothing to gain, the young man took a deep breath again, and his strong thighs slammed on the stone pile, and then the huge and majestic body jumped up directly...

"Kang!" Mingliang was highly nervous, and instinctively threw a shot at the young man the moment he saw his head out.

The young man stared at the beads of his eyes, and without hesitation at all, he stepped on the rocks on the pile and rushed directly in the bright direction.

"Wipe Nima, you!ahhhh

After the same gunshot rang out, Mingliang watched as the young man jumped down, landed directly in front of him, and inserted a handful of imitation June Fourth into his mouth.

"Will you let me go?" asked the young man with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

There was a frightened look on the bright face, and there was a look of despair in the eyes.

"You raised your hand, and the gun went off, so you should be prepared to fold, otherwise you will be a loss from above and below

Son!" The young man shouted again and then collapsed directly.

"Kang!"

A burst of blood mist erupted from the back of the bright head, and his eyes widened and he fell directly to the ground.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and shook his neck, then looked down at his arm and the left side of his waist, where the two wounds that had been cut open by the bright stray bullet just now were bleeding.

"It's so dangerous!" the young man muttered with palpitations, then turned around and found his troll, and then took out a bullet from Brother Ma's mouth, which was already cold, and held it in his mouth without being afraid of it, and unloaded three bullets from Brother Ma's troll and pressed them into his troll, and then strode in the direction of his companion and the middle-aged.

Just like the young man possessed by Brother Ma in a Hong Kong movie, he quietly searched for the traces of the remaining few people on the opposite side in a small low room, and the middle-aged man also lit a cigarette on his squatting position, and then looked at another young man who came over and nodded with a smile.

The young man frowned, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then looked at his companion.

"Let's rush out together in a while, the cars are parked outside, whoever runs out is high today, if you can't get out, you will be blessed yourself, do you understand?" said the young man who took the lead helplessly to his little brothers.

Everyone looked at each other in a depressed manner and did not say a word, and the young man sat on the ground with a dead face after seeing it.

"Fuck, I can't stand it!" a young brother shouted by the neck, and then ran straight to the door, pushed open the small wooden door, and ran out.

"Bang!" There was no unexpected troll sound, and the little brother who had just leaned out of half of his body flew back directly upside down.

Generally speaking, whether it is Remington or the imitation Remington in the hand of the young man, the range is basically 20 to 30 meters, and the effective range of 50 to 100 meters is basically whether the goddess can hit the target by luck after scattering flowers.

The young man's ability to grasp the range is terrifying in the eyes of the middle-aged man, because it takes one or two seconds from the time he hears the sound to the time when he sees the target appear, and in this time or two, the young man makes a very awesome action, that is, he walks forward quickly, and then pauses to shoot, the whole process does not have a trace of mud and water, nor does it have any feeling of unsmooth connection, the whole process is described as flowing water, it is not an exaggeration at all!

"Leave you the last fig leaf, I didn't break the door, and there are five of you!" came out one by one and threw the away!" shouted the young man into the half-open door.

The people in the room, all listened to the shouts of the young people outside, but their eyes were firmly fixed on the partner lying on the ground, the companion who was still alive just now was shattered at this time, and the chest was full of dense bleeding spots, and his eyes looked at the ceiling blankly, and he swallowed!

"What the fuck, what are you playing with? I'm not going to play!" a young man in the room shouted in fear and threw out his hand directly, and then ran out with his head in his hands, and the moment he went out, the young man squatted on the ground tremblingly, not daring to move.

"There are four more!" shouted the young man outside the room, squinting his eyes.

The rest of the people in the room now didn't care about the young man who took the lead, and threw them out one by one, holding their heads, imitating their companions who were the first to come out, and came out trembling and squatted on the ground with their heads banged!

"Is there one?" asked the young man standing next to the middle-aged man in a low voice.

"I don't know anyone!" said the middle-aged man with squinted eyes.

"I don't know anyone!" the young man shouted to his companion after listening to the middle-aged man's words.

"Ahh

"Bang bang bang...", the roar of Remington stopped, and there were four more dead corpses on the ground.

"How did you bring your brother out to run errands when you were so timid?" shouted the young man as he pulled his neck into the room.

The young man in the room gritted his teeth, and after thinking about the battle between heaven and man in his head for a long time, he got up and walked out of the hut in frustration.

"You?" the annihilated young man looked at the three people in front of him and blurted out that he was about to speak.

"It's you!..."The young man with the gun looked at the person in front of him with a smile, and shot directly without hesitation.

"Kang" imitated the rate of fire of June Fourth, with a high temperature directly through the door of the pro-year's head, and then the young man fell to the ground directly, and his hand was still holding his index finger, pointing in the direction of the young man.

The young man who was watching now took out his old Nokia mobile phone and dialed Zhang Xiao's phone.

"It's over?" Zhang Xiao asked relaxedly.

"Well, it's Xiao Xu who leads the team on the other side!" the young man said expressionlessly.

"Xiao Xu, are you alive?" asked Zhang Xiao, who bounced up from the massage chair he was lying on.

"Yes, he saw the two of us, he met once when he was doing errands before, and he couldn't stay!" said the young man helplessly.

"None of them are alive?" Zhang Xiao asked again with a headache.

The young man's eyes swept over the middle-aged man who was smoking on the ground and said, "Yes!"

"How many?"

"Count two!" said the young man, scratching his head with a cute look.

"Do you want one, can you understand what I mean?" asked Zhang Xiao with squinted eyes.

"Hmm!" the young man nodded in agreement and hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man happened to smoke a cigarette, and after flicking off the cigarette butt, he looked up at the young man and asked with a smile, "Why did I suddenly feel the smell of death?"

"That's right!" the young man suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at the middle-aged man's head.

"Hey!" the middle-aged man sighed, lowered his head, and closed his eyes seemingly resignedly.