"How did such an unfortunate thing happen to me? Why haven't the police come yet? Lydia grumbled as she leaned against the wall and held her gun. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the United States is a country that protects citizens' legal right to bear arms, the law only allows citizens to possess semi-automatic weapons, such as those used by the two gunmen at the door, which can be fired continuously. Because of this, the FBI handles countless gun-related cases every year, but there are very few cases where there is such a fierce firefight.

Lydia tried to poke her head out of the door several times, but was blocked by the flying bullets. She was sweating profusely and hoped that the police would arrive as soon as possible and force the gunman away. With such ferocious firepower, she didn't expect the police to catch or kill them. Being able to scare them away and force them away is already something that can satisfy her.

Minutes had passed since the first gunshot, not to mention the police, not even the siren, which made Lydia feel desperate.

Just as Lydia didn't know how many times she had mustered up her courage and was about to rush out to fight the chef with a rifle and trying to fight back, the gunfire outside the door suddenly stopped.

Immediately, two black melon-shaped objects were thrown in.

"Grenades!" Lydia was terrified. She dragged him down, crushing him under herself.

Zongheng only heard two loud "booms", and a huge force immediately struck, shaking him so that his internal organs seemed to turn over, his head was also buzzing, and even his thinking became intermittent and vague.

He struggled to push Lydia away from his weight and sat up. I saw that the store, which had been damaged by bullets, was in ruins. The cooks, who were still fighting back, were either blown to a bloody pulp or crushed under the broken tables, chairs, and cabinets, and there was no movement except for one or two groans.

He looked down at Lydia again, only to see that she had a long wooden thorn in her back, motionless, as if she were dead.

"Lydia! Lydia! Zongheng was shocked and hurriedly went to probe her snort. It's faint, but it's still breathing.

Zongheng breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two grenades were thrown in just now, Zongheng also saw it. But he never imagined that those two things the size of a child's fist would be so powerful. If it weren't for the fact that he happened to be hiding in the corner, with thick tables and chairs to cover him, and Lydia sacrificing herself to make a save, I'm afraid he would have been more than lucky at this time.

At this moment, Zongheng heard the sound of shoes stepping on broken glass from the doorway. He turned his head to see two gunmen walking in under each other's cover.

Both men were dressed in black leather jackets and wore black motorcycle helmets, and the black coating made it difficult to see their true faces. But judging by their stature, it was clear that they were two tall males.

Probably didn't expect that there would be people alive unscathed after throwing two grenades, and the two were obviously stunned when they saw Zongheng sitting on the ground staring at them.

This moment of hesitation gave Zongheng an excellent opportunity. He was already furious, and Lydia's attempt to shield him from being seriously injured added fuel to his anger was exacerbated, which brought his strange gifts to the extreme.

He sprang up from the ground like a civet cat, and slid through the crotch of the nearest gunman. At the same time, the chopsticks that he had been hiding in his hand also went straight into the abdominal cavity from the gunman's perineum.

The movement was so fast that the other gunman had no idea that at this very moment, his companion had been mortally wounded. What's more, because Zongheng drilled under his companion's crotch, he was afraid of accidentally injuring his companion and did not shoot at the first time. By the time his companion's screams rang out, Zongheng had already scurried to his feet.

Vertical and horizontal grabbed the gunman's ankle and pulled hard as he stood up.

How could the gunner have thought that Zongheng would have such strength? He only felt that his ankles tightened, and the whole person instantly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He grabbed the gunman's ankle and picked it up. Thus, a jaw-dropping spectacle appeared. A small, skinny boy turned a grown man who was much taller than him like a puppet in the air.

The gunman was dizzy, and he didn't know where to throw the gun in his hand, where did he still have the strength to resist? I had to wave my hands and scream, trying to grab something to stop.

Seeing this, Zongheng immediately sneered. He shifted his steps and leaned over to the long knife in the doorway.

The gunman was stunned by the ring, and he didn't even remember the long knife stuck in the stone at the door of the shop. He only saw a silver thing standing there, and thought it was a steel pipe or something, so he subconsciously reached out to grab it.

This grasp immediately left him empty-handed. Before he could realize what had happened, blood gushed out of his wrist and sprinkled it in a large circle.

Immediately changing the direction of the circle, like a fly swatter, the gunman slapped down on his companion.

The first gunman to be attacked was already on the ground. The severe pain made him completely incapacitated, and he could only hold his crotch and scream non-stop. was smashed by his companion's body like this, and he was immediately slapped out of breath, passed out, and suffered a lot less.

As for the other gunman, he did not pass out because he had a companion as a mat. But at this time, he was willing to pass out by himself. The subconscious grasp just now made his two hands break off at the wrist. He clutched his two broken wrists and screamed in disbelief. And his two legs kept rubbing and kicking on the ground, as if he was trying to escape from a nightmare.

Annoyed by his noise, Zongheng turned around and pulled out his long knife, turned around and slashed at his head.

The screams came to an abrupt end. Immediately, the gunman, who had lost his hands, began with his helmet and split into two symmetrical poles.

"Really...... It's really ruthless......"

A visibly frightened voice rang out from the wreckage of a table.

Zongheng walked over and picked open the table with a long knife, and found that behind him was Chef Chen, who was good at Cantonese cuisine. At this time, he was all disgraced, but miraculously did not suffer the slightest injury.

"Are you alright?" Zongheng asked.

Master Chen didn't answer, just looked at Zongheng with a frightened expression. Obviously, Zongheng's murderous actions just now frightened him.

At this time, a large siren was finally heard outside.

After a while, after the continuous sound of brakes and doors opening and closing, a group of heavily loaded policemen burst into the hotel.

Seeing the tragic situation in the hotel, the policemen were terrified. And Zongheng, the only one standing in the hotel with a long knife in his hand, has become the most natural suspect in their eyes.

“freeze!”

“don’tmove!getdownonthefloor！”

The police shouted at each other with guns raised. Although they were outnumbered and armed, their voices were filled with horror no matter how they sounded.

It's no wonder these police officers are so frightened. The whole hotel is like a world war and a plasma horror movie. Bullet holes and blast marks everywhere, corpses split in two like pigs in a slaughterhouse, huge circles drawn in blood, and a strange boy with a bloody knife, where can you think of in the life of a police officer in a small town?

Several policemen with poor psychological quality even couldn't help but vomit on the spot.

But this can't be blamed on them, after all, they just had lunch, and after receiving the call to the police, they drove all the way over, and they were not very good at digestion. Witnessing such an exciting scene all at once, without a strong heart, it was really difficult to restrain the desire to vomit.