"They won't have guns, will they?" Wandu is not timid and afraid, but a kind of intuition tells him that tonight's matter is not small, but I don't know how big the other party has pressed on them, if it is big, it means that the firepower is not small, and if it is small, there must be a gun, this is the United States, it is very easy for individuals to hold guns, especially some special people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Crow's beak!" Sarah wanted to kick Wandu hard, not that he reminded the hostile people to use firearms, but that he talked too much, and it was best not to make a sound at this time, she thought that Wandu needed to learn from Vivien at this time, and when you look at people, she covered her mouth, although she was very scared, she could still restrain herself from making a sound.

In fact, the environment where Sarah, Wandu, and Vivian lived was a bit messy, after all, it was no longer open, and there were homeless people from time to time, so the originally empty hall was now full of miscellaneous items, including boxes, iron buckets, and other things.

Not to mention, Sarah is now thankful for the people who piled up things here, so that they have a good hiding place, and even if they are found and the enemy shoots, they can be used here and there is cover everywhere, and they can also set up temporary cover.

"It's not an option to wait for the enemy to come to the door like this!" Sarah thought to herself that passive defense was not a good way, and it was best to take the initiative and replace defense with offense, but she looked at Wangdu, who was hiding behind several boxes with her, and didn't know what to do.

For Wandu, you can barely let him scare the ruffian hooligans, if he fights with a ruthless person, Sarah thinks that the result must be to kneel and beg for mercy, maybe Wandu has an excessive obsession with money and women, but when his life is threatened, those things will be abandoned by him, it can't be said that he has no principles, but he can't ask everyone to sacrifice their lives and forget about the greatness.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Sarah took the initiative.

It was as if it had been arranged in some way beforehand. First of all, they did not cause major damage. The noisy dancing of one and the calm waiting of the other prolonged the struggle.

A chair was pushed over, tracking Sarah to the two men, their big leather shoes trampling on the white sand sprinkled on the stone bricks. But their breathing was getting shorter, and those present could hear their gasps, their faces swelling as if the coals of the bend were burning red, and people seemed to catch a glimpse of the flames through the bright holes of their eyes.

"Come on!" One of them roared.

"That's all you can do? Only move your mouth? "Sarah's current situation is quite optimistic, and her posture is not picky, she looks like a dry fight, and I have to say that the sweaty violent girl is still worth watching.

But before Sarah could pull her hair, the other man began to dry, and really, one of the men's fists, like a flail striking at her side, touched her shoulder. But she suppressed a groan of pain, and made a soft and dull sound of injured muscles: answer him immediately with a blow that reached the chest, and if the other party hadn't dodged in a continuous jump like a goat, his muscles might have been crumbled.

However, this blow hit the enemy's left waist, and it came so violently that the enemy staggered for a moment, and his breath seemed to be cut off. A fury gripped one of the foes as if to gather strength, and Sarah was not upset, feeling her arm weaken in pain.

However, Sarah knew that stopping the attack now would mean defeat, and that she could not afford the consequences of defeat, and she did not dare to try to accept defeat easily, so she gritted her teeth, stamped her feet, and pounced on her like a female beast, she aimed at the opponent's belly, and wanted to kill his enemy with her toes.

Soon, Sarah was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and her fists were only struck by chance.

Despite Sarah's anger, the hostile One man continued to cover himself, almost flashing all the blows, only a few scrapes to his skin. But what the hostile No. 1 man didn't expect was that one of his ears was cracked, a fingernail scratched a piece of flesh on his head, and he felt such a burning pain, and he also cursed in turn, and sent a terrible and straight attack to the other person's chest.

Again, Sarah jumps and dodges a round of attacks.

He lowered his fist and struck the face of the hostile man number two, flattening his nose and injuring one of his eyes, and immediately, a stream of blood flowed out of his nostrils, and his eyes swollen and turned pale blue. Poor man, blinded by the blood gushing out, and his brain was stunned, he only shook his arm into the air, and then another blow to the chest finally knocked him down.

There was a "snap" sound in the hall, and the hostile man No. 2 fell to the ground on all fours, as heavy as a lime bag.

Sarah waited for the other party, probably judging that this person still had the strength to continue fighting. "You get up again. If you still want to, we can start again. ”

Neither the first nor the second man answered, and the two looked at each other.

"Are you alright?" Sarah asked the number one man.

"Alright."

"We can get closer to each other." The second man walked forward slowly, put his left hand in his pocket and walked towards him, gradually raising the muzzle of the gun. ……

"He aimed at my nose." Sarah thought, "He just squinted at it, you rascal!" It's uncomfortable. Did I come to see him perform? Something hissed in her ear.

At the same time, gunshots rang out. "It doesn't matter if I hear it." The thought flashed through Sarah's mind.

The second man took another step, did not aim, and pulled the mechanism.

Why didn't they use firearms in the first place? Speaking of which, I also have to thank Wandu, if it weren't for his greed for life and fear of death, if it weren't for his many mouths, these two killers would not agree, first compare fists and feet, and when there is no way to defeat Sarah, they gave up the stupid strategy of punching and kicking the enemy.

It's just that what they didn't expect was Sarah, long before the enemy gave up, she was exhausted, and if she had a little more strength, she would be dragged to death, and her fists would be hard to beat with four hands, not to mention that a woman would face two well-trained men, whether it was a killer man or a thug man, in terms of body structure and innate advantages, Sarah couldn't fight for a long time, and I don't know if the other party didn't find out about this limitation or was ignored.

Gunfire exploded in the air. The two men who were hostile to Sarah suddenly froze, because Sarah performed a scene of grabbing bullets with her bare hands!

The moment the hostile male second shot her, Sarah quickly raised her right hand, grabbed the void, clenched her fists, as if she had really caught something, and bluffed the person opposite, not much to say, Sarah is not a person who likes to talk nonsense, a shake of her hand, like throwing off something in her hand, until her right hand returned to her waist, and then raised it again, a pocket pistol appeared in everyone's sight, pulled back the trigger, pulled out the empty cartridge, inserted another row of bullets, and pushed it back violently, cleanly.

There was a pause, aiming, and then another burst of gunfire, which fired eight rounds in one go. The whole process was calm, relaxed and steady, which left a deep impression on the people present.

The sound of gunfire woke up the silent night like a light turned on and off in the room, and it also attracted onlookers, but now Sarah doesn't have to worry about anything, although the two enemies are not in danger of life, but injuries are inevitable, after all, they are not robots, they will hurt if they are injured, and they will be embarrassed if they are subdued, and they will bow their heads, as if waiting for the other party's judgment.

Bang Bang Bang!

The applause rang out, but I don't know if it was a praise for Sarah, or a praise for this fight, in short, when Sarah was about to bind the enemy, a voice, a figure, walked out in the dark!

Maybe it was too sudden, Sarah didn't expect anyone else to appear, so she paused and said, "What did you see?" The visitor held his breath, looked at Sarah in surprise, and replied, "Are you asking me?" After a pause, he continued, "Oh, I think in such an environment, you are standing there, and you are holding a smoking gun in your hand just now, looking fierce and scared, I don't know what kind of person you are!" Can you tell me? ”

"Who is it? Who's got the gun in his hand," Sarah shouted deliberately loudly, "who's the one with the gun?" Is it Wandu? Or are you? "Sarah is a bit of a scoundrel, so everyone present knows that she just fired a gun and hit two people with a force value, which can be seen to the naked eye to be higher than her, because the result is unexpected, you can be fearless car cannon, shameless?

"Tut-tut! I didn't see it, not only do you have a talent for acting, but you are also very suitable for Hollywood! The person who came continued to sarcastically!

"Who?" Sarah continues to pretend to be crazy and stupid, but she doesn't forget to tie up the uniformed gangsters.

"LAPD Santa Monica Sub-Bureau Sarah. Lance himself. "There was silence, and for a moment the atmosphere seemed tense." Oh God," the man deliberately put on a dumbfounded expression to set off the atmosphere he had created.

"Sarah of the Archives. Lance? Oh, it can't be, how do you know it's her? Are you sure? Do you think anyone would believe it? Sarah, as she wanted to do something, faced the person head-on.

"I think I have a way of convincing people, but do you really think so?" The visitor continued. "Do you want to do it? Do you want to get away with it in some way, such as self-defense? ”

The four eyes are facing each other, the angry swords are drawn, and the obsidian-like eyes exude a cold and fierce light, bringing people an infinite sense of oppression. The two of them seem to have a tendency to start working if they don't agree with each other, and it was at this time that Wangdu gave full play to his expertise and talked a lot!

"Oops! Isn't this our Officer Zhou? It's all a misunderstanding and a misunderstanding, don't you believe me? ”

That's right, it's James, James. Week!