Chen Yuan's eyes widened forcibly, and he pressed the hand holding the gun to the side of the cabinet with difficulty.

The dizziness was becoming more and more exaggerated, and he could clearly feel that his thinking ability was rapidly fading.

He gasped for air, trying to hold on for a few more minutes.

The gunfire stopped at this point, and I don't know if it was because the bullets ran out or something else.

The yelling continued, "Damn, dog offal, isn't it awesome!"

Chen Yuan slammed the pistol against the cabinet, and then protruded the muzzle of the gun a little from the edge of the cabinet.

He coughed dryly and pulled the trigger.

This shot, he did not aim at any target. His purpose is simple, to let the other group know that he still has weapons on him, so as to act as a deterrent to help him stall for time.

The other party probably knew that Chen Yuan was carrying a gun, so they had actually found cover after they went upstairs. In the face of Chen Yuan's indiscriminate shot, they were obviously not affected.

A young man with purple hair leaning against the bunker with a rifle, he looked at another sturdy man not far away, and lowered his voice, "Brother Xiong, this dog haggard has been hiding behind the cabinet with a gun, what are we doing?"

The man named Brother Xiong closed his eyes and put his ears to the cabinet, as if listening attentively to something.

After a few seconds like this, he opened his eyes and looked at the purple-haired man and another small man, and then reached out and made a gesture, motioning for the purple-haired man and the little man to go up together to surround Chen Yuan.

After receiving such an order, the purple-haired man and the little man were inevitably a little flustered. Although they do have an advantage in firearms and numbers. But the other side also has guns, and if they rush directly like this, it is very likely that they will die under the other party's guns.

They all know very well that this is a gamble with their lives.

But Brother Xiong's order could not be disobeyed, so they could only choose to strain every nerve in their bodies and try to survive as much as possible.

The purple-haired man and the small man moved slowly, moving their eyes to the back of the cabinet where Chen Yuan was hiding.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

Both the purple-haired man and the little man involuntarily stopped.

Brother Xiong also looked at the staircase with some confusion.

In a second, Yang Wanli's figure rushed up from the corner of the stairs.

Brother Xiong quickly moved the muzzle of the gun towards Yang Wanli's body.

Everything was too fast.

Shots rang out, and blood splashed in the air.

Yang Wanli endured the pain, dodged the remaining bullets with a high-speed front flip, and then kicked Brother Xiong's chest with unmistakable precision.

As soon as the two of them touched the point, Brother Xiong's whole body flew backwards. Yang Wanli didn't stop at all, the little man was aiming this way with a gun, and the baton in Yang Wanli's hand had already been thrown at him.

At the same moment that the baton was taken off, he began to run towards the purple-haired man.

The muffled sound of a hard object hitting a human body echoed in his ears, and the little man was hit on the head by a baton and fell uncontrollably backwards. The purple-haired man subconsciously raised the gun in his hand, and just as the trigger was about to be pulled, Yang Wanli's leg had already kicked over.

"Bang-" sound.

The purple-haired man slammed directly into the wall.

Hearing the chaotic sound, Chen Yuan poked his head out from behind the cabinet with difficulty.

Yang Wanli's movements left an afterimage in his field of vision. He coughed dryly and raised the gun in his hand, aimed it at the purple-haired man, shook his arm and pulled the trigger.

The purple-haired man was pressed against the wall, the bloody hole in his chest that made his life run out quickly. The hand holding the gun tried to pull the trigger again, and the whole person fell face down.

After one shot, Chen Yuan tried to aim the muzzle of the gun at the little man, and he tried to fire another shot to help Yang Wanli kill him. However, his vague consciousness made him forget that there were no more bullets in the gun, and his hand in the air pressed the trigger several times. The gunshot never rang out, his eyelids involuntarily covered his eyes, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Chen Yuan held the pistol, his eyes went black and he fainted.

"Chen Yuan!"

Yang Wanli shouted and was about to run to him, and then he saw that Brother Xiong had struggled to stand up at this time. Yang Wanli had no choice but to rush towards him at full speed, but this shot Brother Xiong failed to fire again.

The rifle was kicked away by Yang Wanli, and then the second kick fiercely pinned Brother Xiong to the wall.

Brother Xiong's body looked much stronger than the average person, and after these two attacks, he still did not fall. Taking advantage of the gap between Yang Wanli's legs on his body, he grabbed Yang Wanli's ankle hard, and then turned it to the side.

This time is fierce and vicious, if Yang Wanli can't respond, his ankle will most likely be broken by the other party. In a matter of seconds, Yang Wanli jumped with the foot standing on the ground, and then the whole person borrowed the power of rotation to follow Brother Xiong's twist. Yang Wanli lifted his feet off the ground, and his body flipped sideways in the air. While unloading Brother Xiong's strength, he kicked Brother Xiong's chest with his other foot.

After a muffled sound, the rifle fell under the stairs, Brother Xiong took two steps back, and Yang Wanli fell to the ground.

"!"

Brother Xiong scolded, and the whole person pounced directly when Yang Wanli didn't get up.

He punched Yang Wanli's head, and Yang Wanli instinctively stretched out his left hand to block it.

After missing a punch, Brother Xiong's eyes burned with anger, and he directly clasped his hand on Yang Wanli's injured shoulder, and then stimulated him hard.

Yang Wanli let out a miserable roar.

The sharp pain caused his mind to wander for a moment.

He raised his right fist and beckoned to Brother Xiong like crazy, but Brother Xiong didn't care, he blocked it with his left hand at will, and his right hand still grabbed the wound on Yang Wanli's shoulder.

More blood flowed out, and Brother Xiong's right hand was completely stained red.

It was too painful, Yang Wanli gritted his teeth and accelerated the speed of his right fist, and after Brother Xiong blocked three punches in a row, a punch finally hit him in the chin.

With this punch, Yang Wanli used all his strength in the state of lying on his back, Brother Xiong was shocked and leaned back, and his right hand was forced to be pulled out of Yang Wanli's wound.

Yang Wanli gasped and made two more punches, and the last kick separated the two people from the ground.

Brother Xiong stood up from the ground with a smile, "You're quite capable of fighting?"

He said as he drew a sharp dagger from behind him.

Yang Wanli adjusted his breathing and put on a defensive posture.

Brother Xiong smiled disdainfully, "You think you're making an action movie, stupid." ”

He cursed, and slashed at Yang Wanli's body with a dagger.

For a while, there was no chance to fight back, and Yang Wanli could only keep retreating.

"Come on, come on!"

The other party was still provocative, but Yang Wanli still didn't have much expression on his face.

He dodged as he tried to adjust his breathing, thinking about how to take him down.

Another knife slashed, Yang Wanli's speed slowed down a little, and the tip of the knife cut a slender line against his clothes.

Blood came out of his clothes.

Yang Wanli glanced at Chen Yuan from the corner of his eye, but he was still asleep and fell to the ground.

He knew very well that the next step was to solve the problem at hand on his own.

The continuous attack also made Brother Xiong's movements gradually become a little slower. Although it doesn't seem to be much different, for a person like Yang Wanli who lives every day only in minutes and seconds, this will become a flaw that can be infinitely magnified.

He dodged Brother Xiong's knife sideways, then turned around and kicked on the back of Brother Xiong's knee. The violent force instantly pierced the nerve in his leg, and Brother Xiong's left leg immediately bent down irrepressibly.

At the same time, Yang Wanli saw the little man standing up with a gun. Originally, he wanted to attack Brother Xiong for the next step, but he was forced to stop, and then the whole person snatched the knife from Brother Xiong's hand and pressed it tightly against his neck.

The atmosphere became solemn.

The little man pointed a gun at Yang Wanli.

Yang Wanli hid behind Brother Xiong and held a knife against his neck.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Brother Xiong yelled at the little man with wide eyes.

Yang Wanli gasped violently, Brother Xiong was now his bargaining chip to survive, and he couldn't let the current situation get out of control no matter what.

The little man's expression also looked a little excited.

"You let him go!

Yang Wanli didn't speak, he just stared straight at the little man, for fear that he would overreact.

Brother Xiong seems to be a person who cherishes life very much.

Facing the cold blade around his neck, his whole body became very cowardly.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

Yang Wanli blinked, and Chen Yuan was still lying on the ground. He couldn't just run away, he had to find a way.

He adjusted his tone and said to the little man, "Put the gun down." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Xiong added: "Listen to him, put down the gun quickly!"

The little man clenched his rifle and seemed to hesitate in his heart.

"Damn, don't be stupid, throw the gun away!"

Seeing that the blade in Yang Wanli's hand was about to cut his throat at any time, Brother Xiong felt that his heart had jumped to his throat. But the mood of the little man seems to be completely different.

He stood still, always aiming his gun at them.

Brother Xiong's voice was still roaring, "Hurry, put the fucking gun down!"

The little man looked at Brother Xiong and suddenly smiled, "Brother Xiong, I've been your dog for so many days, and now, it's my turn to make my own decisions." He grinned and showed a twisted face, "So, you all give me death!"

After saying this, the little man pressed the trigger in his finger.

A violent tongue of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and with the sound of strafing gunfire, Brother Xiong was directly beaten into a sieve with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open. Yang Wanli realized that something was wrong when he heard the little man speak, so he prepared in advance, and almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, he rolled hard towards an obstacle beside him.

The touch of death passed by him.