Looking at the foreign soldiers who had already entered the hotel, Hua Ziyun quietly touched the pistol that hijacked Yu Zhiling on his waist, afraid that it would be too late for those eldest ladies to be poisoned.

At this moment, the ghost also began to look for an existence that could interest him, and sure enough, Han Xiaoxiao, who was outstanding, still didn't hide from it.

He was not as rough as a foreign soldier, but he smiled with a playful finger at Han Xiaoxiao, and the corners of his mouth rose to a new height, "You, don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, come with me!"

Han Xiaoxiao's soul was frightened at this time, and she lay on the ground and kept trembling.

"Again, stand up and follow me, or I wouldn't mind killing one or two. The ghost licked his wilted lips and teased: "Don't expect anyone to save you, now this place is completely controlled by us, if you still want to live, just be obedient to me, serve the good uncle, the uncle may be in a good mood and let you go first." ”

"Is it fully controlled?"

Hua Ziyun snorted coldly, quickly bounced off the ground with lightning speed, and fired four shots at the soldier with the short gun in front of him.

At this time, the four people in Cheng semi-encircled posture instantly aimed their guns at Hua Ziyun, but before they could pull the trigger, the silent 7.62mm bullet ruthlessly pierced their helmets.

All this happened in the flash of lightning, and the ghost with his back to Hua Ziyun reached out to grab the diagonal submachine gun as soon as he heard the gunshot, and suddenly turned around and wanted to shoot.

It's just that it is impossible for Hua Ziyun to give him another chance, and the moment the ghost turns around, his pistol is already on his head.

"It's you!"

The ghost froze in place, staring blankly at the six people who were killed in an instant, cold sweat broke out, what about their snipers?

He recognized Hana Ziyun, wasn't this guy the guy who hit him on the boat?

Hua Ziyun didn't dare to delay, after all, the sound of gunfire would inevitably alarm the soldiers who had just entered the hotel, and stretched out his foot and kicked the fat man who was still lying on the ground with a slow reaction of half a beat, "Take your own handy guy, Zhao Yitian will take everyone to find a hidden place!"

In the next second, everyone seemed to react and fled in panic and screams.

"Cao Ni, don't run around for Lao Tzu!" Zhao Yitian scolded, pulled the frightened Han Xiaoxiao to stand up from the ground, and quickly hid to the edge of the waterhole not far away.

Seeing that Hua Ziyun had already controlled the ghost, the fat man ran to the front of a dead soldier with a big mouth and two steps, and bent down to pick up a light machine gun, "It's good! ”

At this moment, seven foreign GIs, who wanted to be happy, rushed out of the hotel, and when they rushed out of the door, it was too late to react, and the fat man with a light machine gun was lying in front of the door.

"Tutu Tutu Tu ~"

The group of soldiers who rushed out quickly didn't have time to lift their guns, and the rapid sound of machine guns shot out like the music of death, and the bodies of the foreign soldiers suddenly burst into a blood dance.

"Damn! You think the fat man is still empty this time!"

The fat man was now red-eyed, and he hated it to the bone marrow at the thought of the brutal behavior of this group of foreign soldiers.

Fifteen seconds later, the fat man changed a bullet disc again, and fired at the soldier who was already lying on the ground, the recoil of the light machine gun was not small, but it had no effect in the face of the fat man's weight of nearly three hundred pounds, but it was very regular to shake his face and the fat on his body.

"Okay fat man, hurry up and get everyone back, their follow-up people are coming!" Hua Ziyun glanced at the fat man who was shooting wildly, this guy is crazy.

After firing this shuttle bullet, the fat man still couldn't get enough of putting the light machine gun on his shoulder, turned around and glanced at the students who fled in a hurry, and shouted at the top of his voice: "If you don't want to die, get back to your fat master, everyone picks up the equipment on the ground and hides in the hotel for me!"

Zhao Tiantian was the first to react, and ran to the hotel with Han Xiaoxiao, who was pale, "Fat man, your posture just now is so special, you must bring your brother next time!"

The fat man raised his eyebrows proudly at Hua Ziyun, and the guy's facial expression was a little distorted.

"Tell me, how many of you are here this time?" Hana Ziyun ignored the fat man, and the pistol on top of the ghost's head moved, and the reason why he didn't deal with it immediately was to ask about the purpose of their operation.

The ghost broke out in a cold sweat at this time, not to mention that Hua Ziyun's skills surprised him, and even the fat man's actions just now surprised him a lot, this kind of method is simply more than their mercenaries who live on the tip of the knife.

The ghost swallowed his saliva, he looked at Hua Ziyun uncertainly, and suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled, "It seems that you are the person we are looking for, you can't escape!"

"Less nonsense!" Hua Ziyun's eyes sank, squinting slightly and staring coldly into the ghost's eyes, "I'm afraid you're happy too early, hurry up and answer me how many of you are there!"

"Hahaha!" The ghost laughed, glanced at the students who were gradually returning to the hotel, and said eerily: "The people who killed us, this group of paparazzi will die, and the same includes your primary goal, the current problem is no longer solved by money!"

"Are you testing my patience again?" Hua Ziyun raised the corners of her mouth, looking at the ghost who was still talking cruelly before she died.

"Zhao Fei, stop talking nonsense with him, shoot him!" the fat man seemed to be impatient.

"Yes, kill him quickly, this kind of person can't be kept!"

"Kill him!"

For a while, the students who gathered together quarreled with each other.

"Hmm, your name is Zhao Fei?" the ghost was stunned for a moment.

"What, I'm disappointed, isn't it?" Hua Ziyun's mouth furled, he didn't want him to say any more.

Clang~

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, the ghost suddenly leaned down and slammed into Hua Ziyun's chest, and the shot just now not only missed, but even his body couldn't help but retreat.

"If you want to kill me, Lao Tzu has to drag you to bury you!"

As he spoke, the ghost reached out and knocked off Hua Ziyun's pistol, pulled out a Nepalese saber from his waist with his backhand, and slashed straight at Hua Ziyun's head.

Not good!

Hua Ziyun was stunned and quickly turned sideways to avoid this knife, shocked that this guy was worthy of being a small leader, and his reaction speed was so fast.

The two of them searched for a change of momentum and fought together, the fat man standing not far away and the sniper in the distance couldn't shoot, the two of them moved too fast, if one of them went wrong, it was likely to hurt Hua Ziyun by mistake.

In three rounds, Hua Ziyun leaned under the bottom of the sea and plunged into the ghost's armpit, slamming it upward, and the elbow wall he fell instantly hit his shoulder.

With a crisp bone cracking sound, the ghost snapped the Nepalese saber out of his hand, and Hua Ziyun took advantage of the situation to get up in an instant and hit his head on the chin.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the ghost suffered pain and at the same time, due to the inertia of the body, it quickly retreated, and in this 0.1 second gap, Hua Ziyun twisted his body to take the knife, his legs quickly bounced off the ground, and his body suddenly rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and the wide Nepal Army knife cut at a forty-five degree angle.