Damn it!!!!

Mr. Mok's eyes were red and his anger was raging. www.biquge.info As soon as he came to his senses, he saw the scene where the tyrant tore off Xiaoqiu's left hand. The red blood spurted out from the broken place, and Mr. Mo could even see Xiao Qiu's face mixed with shock and despair through the tyrant who opened his body on the side, and then the terrible scream was like a sharp blade, slashing at Mr. Mo's heart.

With a roar in his heart, Mo Xian didn't care whether he could hit the vital point or not, and directly shot out all the remaining bullets.

Mr. Mok's pistol was loaded with fourteen rounds at a time, and he had already fired seven bullets before, and half of them were left. But Mr. Mo didn't just have one pistol, he had all three pistols with him.

Despite the anger in his heart, Mr. Mo still sane himself, and did not forget to take out a pistol again while firing the gun, and fired both shots at the same time.

The sudden intensification of the offensive made the tyrant have to let go of his intention to continue attacking Xiaoqiu. For a while, the four people who were hit hard lost their ability to resist, and only Mr. Mo was still safe, so the tyrant planned to deal with Mr. Mo first.

Covering his eyes with his arms, the tyrant lowered his head and rushed towards Mr. Mo again.

This time, there was no one in front of Mr. Mo.

In just a second, the tyrant had already arrived in front of Mr. Mo, swinging his fist with one hand, the strong wind was blowing in his face, and the cloudy white eyes hidden behind his hand seemed to have a cold killing intent exposed. At this time, Mr. Mo didn't even finish the bullet of the pistol he was holding.

Because he had been standing at the entrance, Mr. Mo flicked his legs, and suddenly his body retreated, and he jumped down the stairs. At the same time, the gunshots in his hands continued, and the scattered bullets fell on the tyrant's body, but they could only make a blood crater, unable to hit the vital point, and some bullets even missed. After all, Mr. Mo's marksmanship is not very good, and he aims at his head, which is difficult to hit accurately in short-range rapid shooting.

Maybe miracles really exist, right?

This thought suddenly came to Mr. Mo's mind.

He has never had good luck, in terms of family, friendship, and love that he doesn't know, all of them are dark and unbearable, and even going out often has all kinds of unpleasantness, so Mr. Mo never believes in everything related to luck, and he doesn't understand why his luck can be so bad, which can no longer be explained by attributing it to the mysterious organization.

But now, Mr. Mo felt that the god of fate glanced at him.

While his body fell, Mr. Mo was still shooting, and he didn't want to care where he would fall, because there was no difference, if he couldn't kill the tyrant, he would die.

Very unexpectedly, from the angle of the fall, you can just see the face covered by the tyrant's hand, and what is even more unexpected is that a certain shot actually hit the tyrant's face!

Bullets that exceed the speed of sound carry tremendous kinetic energy, penetrate the tough cuticle epidermis, and burrow into the tyrant's brain from the tip of the nose. In an instant, the tyrant's eyes lost their brightness, and his huge body fell, and Mr. Mo, who had fallen at the bottom of the stairs covered with zombie corpses, was suddenly smashed

Although I don't know why the tyrant has such a large size, the muscles of this body are definitely not weak, and the weight is estimated to be two hundred kilograms, almost four times that of Mr. Mo. Although it was not directly smashed on Mr. Mo, the tyrant was already in a state of high-speed movement, and he was also from the top of the stairs, so the impact force carried by him was really not small. Mr. Mok's hands held in front of him due to the shooting posture were slightly cushioned, and his left hand was even directly fractured, twisted into a strange angle, and then a huge muffled sound resounded throughout the corridor.

For the first time, Mr. Mo felt that Taishan's trick could really kill.

After struggling to get out from under the tyrant's corpse, Mr. Mo vomited two mouthfuls of blood in some pain. His head was a little dizzy, his ribs were broken one or two, his internal organs were badly injured, and his hands hung limply.

Without taking time to breathe, Mr. Mo stood up with difficulty, gritted his teeth and slammed sideways against the wall, only to hear a "click", his right hand was knocked back into place, and then stepped on the corpse in the miserable condition of the zombie, and staggered onto the rooftop.

Mr. Mo has not forgotten that Xiaoqiu had one of her arms torn off, and she must be given first aid, otherwise her life may be in danger due to excessive blood loss.

On the rooftop, several people had barely gotten up, and after hearing the sound from Mr. Mo's side, they understood that they had won.

At this time, He Liming tore off his clothes and was bandaging Xiaoqiu to stop the bleeding, coughing up blood while bandaging. Just now, the tyrant's heavy palm slapped directly on his chest, shattering his sternum, and the bone stubble pierced directly into the alveoli, and now he even had some difficulty breathing. If there is no timely treatment, I am afraid that He Liming's life will be in danger.

Xiao Qiu's face had a distressing paleness, the blood loss and severe pain made her extremely haggard, although she could barely hold back her screams, but the pain of drilling her heart had not been alleviated.

Liang Suquan and Forty-Seven were in good condition, they were only beaten to the shoulder, although the bones were also broken a small piece, and the internal organs were also damaged due to the strong strength of the body, but there was no danger to life, but one hand was considered useless.

In the face of the tyrant, several people can be said to have won a miserable victory, all of them were not lightly injured, and their combat power fell to the lowest point, but fortunately, the zombies died inexplicably, otherwise they would be finished.

Mr. Mo staggered over, knelt down on one knee in front of Xiao Qiu, gently stroked Xiao Qiu's head with his right hand that could still move, and at the same time comforted softly in his mouth,

"It's okay, Xiaoqiu, it's okay, my brother has solved him, it's okay......"

There was an unprecedented tenderness in his eyes, and even an ugly smile on his face, Mr. Mo tried his best to hold back the sourness in his heart and appease Xiaoqiu.

"Brother......

Xiaoqiu raised her head and looked at him a little helplessly, with a soft and pitiful look on her pale face, and then ...... suddenly burst into tears and threw himself into Mr. Mo's arms.

"Brother! What to do? My hand...... My hands are gone...... Brother ......"

Xiaoqiu, who had been enduring the pain, finally stopped being depressed in front of Mr. Mo, and cried happily, and the tears soon soaked Mr. Mo's chest.

Although Xiaoqiu is very strong, she decisively took Zhang Yuanshan and Ji Caiyi to the rooftop when the zombies broke out, and firmly stuck here, showing strong adaptability and psychological quality. But! She's just a little girl after all! Suddenly having to face such a terrible thing as zombies, hopelessly trapped on the rooftop, Xiaoqiu's heart was actually full of panic, but ...... She can't show it to others......

Later, he lost his left hand in the battle with the tyrant, and his right hand was also broken and broken, and Xiaoqiu, who had never suffered such heart-rending pain, was almost about to collapse.

But......

The only places I could cry were in the toilet and in my father's arms. Xiaoqiu has no father, only Mr. Mo, the brother, the only brother who can confide all the sorrows and pains......

"It's all right...... Xiaoqiu ...... With my brother here, it's fine......"

Mr. Mo hugged Xiaoqiu tightly with his right hand, muttering in his mouth, tears flashing in his eyes, but he tried his best to hold back and not let the tears flow. At this time, he can't show his weak side......

In this untrustworthy world, he has nothing but Xiaoqiu......

He Liming was a little embarrassed, the bandaging was not completed yet! Shaking his head slightly helplessly, and spitting blood foam by the way, He Liming was ready to persuade the two of them who had a deep love for brother and sister. However, the scene that he inadvertently swept from the corner of his eye made him fall into an ice cellar, and his cold hair exploded!

If they still had a chance to survive in the face of tyrants before, this time ...... There really is no hope......