In the eyes of the sick himself, Liu Changhua, who was dying and struggling.

At this moment, his eyes lit up slightly, and he could still survive to the death, using his remaining strength to take out a pistol from behind his waist, the muzzle of the gun shook and aimed at him, and he gasped and said: "Think, it's not so easy to want my life, I'm going to kill you." ”

Standing in front of him, Ying Zhiji's face remained unchanged, and even a weird and good-looking smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Laugh at your paralyzing laughter." Liu Changhua, who had already trampled on his self-esteem, saw that he was not only afraid, but returned to laughing so evilly, and immediately yelled angrily. Press the trigger wildly.

Click! Click!

"What's going on, come out, come out." Liu Changhua continued to pull the trigger anxiously, and muttered a little dumbfounded.

The winner in front of him smiled even more and said: "Bad pen!"

was scolded again, and Liu Changhua roared in shame.

The ghost called Kirk to know that he was finally going to play, looked down at Liu Changhua who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile: "Liu Shao, come and I'll help you!" While speaking, he picked up the grieving and angry Liu Changhua, and then went to get the gun, and said understandingly: "You are not in a good state now, let me hold the gun, let me kill him." ”

At this time, Liu Changhua no longer had the courage to face the terrible demon of winning the disease, and there was no doubt that he was there, and the gun was taken away by the ghost call, and then he was heard to open the safety chain, and he said playfully: "Bad pen Liu, there are many people in the world who are stupid to death, and you, Liu Dashao and Liu Changhua are one of them." ”

The piercing words immediately made Liu Changhua's face more and more ugly. The turning muzzle of the gun made his heart ache violently, what in this world is more painful than being betrayed by his own people? His eyes were full of sadness, Liu Changhua, an upstart in the business world, would die in the hands of a villain, and he never expected that the consequences of offending Ying Sick would be so great.

Liu Changhua spat hatefully. With all his might, he spit out the last few words: "Shameless." ”

When the words fell, the short knife in the ghost screaming hand also slashed at Liu Changhua's throat.

Liu Changhua's eyes flashed with fear, and he struggled violently, trying to get up.

Suddenly, a stream of bloody arrows erupted in the air.

At night. The bright red blood color is like the most bewitching flower in the world, so beautiful, and so ghostly, Liu Changhua rolled to the ground sadly, covered his neck with his hands and screamed, but after a few seconds, he found that he was okay at all.

The blood on the face is not its own.

I touched it, and it was still warm.

This made Liu Changhua happy and afraid, death is terrible for anyone.

But at the same time, I wondered what was going on. When I open my eyes again. Surprised, the hand that the ghost called Kirk, who had been talking about slicing his throat, had been slashed off with a knife, cracking the tiger's mouth on his hand and cutting a big blood mark on the back of his hand.

It's him!

As soon as Kirk turned around, he saw a mild-mannered man standing in front of him, with a smile on his face and a pair of eyes that almost narrowed into two crescents.

"Huh!"

"People are mine, I will dispose of them!"

The ghost called Kirkkirk and opened his mouth, but he never had the courage to aim his short gun at him. He could see that at the moment he picked up the gun, his knife would be the first to cut off his own hand, and he would kill himself!

"That's what you're saying. It's all because of this kid, I was coaxed by him to call so many of our brothers to deal with you, you don't know Taishan, and it's this kid's fault that so many brothers died. Kirk, who was persuaded by his own reason, put away the pistol, and hurriedly expressed his loyalty in front of the patient: "In the final analysis, this person is still the most suitable for you to dispose of."

A sinister smile and disdain flashed across his face.

A group of fierce Crazy Boys were ravaged by themselves like hungry wolves into a flock. It's funny to say.

The murderous spirit made the few horses standing stupidly on the side stand in a panic, waiting for their own fall, and then put their eyes on Liu Changhua who was kneeling in front of him.

Looking at the murderous winning patient, Liu Changhua was even more afraid. Now all his means are ineffective in front of this man, and he will bow his head in the face of him in this life, not daring to face it. begged for mercy urgently: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll give you money, Wang Mingquan, I won't rob you, let it all go to you, just ask you to let me go."

Win the illness has changed his expression, gloomy and uncertain I don't know whether to kill or not, you must know that there are many people who know about tonight's .......

Ignoring Liu Changhua, who was waiting for his master's gift like a dead dog, he turned to Kirk and said: "I won't kill him, but I don't want him to spare his life so easily."

The ghost called Kirk and said, "Look, I've got something good. ”

Kirk's words shocked Liu Changhua.

Winning the disease is also curious.

I saw Kirk take it out of his pocket, and handed a small paper bag to Ying Zhiji.

Win the disease is also an old man, and you will know what is in it when you smell it.

A trace of beautiful arc spread at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to take the bag of things directly, and said with a smile: "Then I will be disrespectful!" ”

Kirk sent generously, and won the disease freely.

Chic.

At the moment when the winner has taken over the thing. The ghost called Kirk's evaluation of Win Sick was even deeper, because as far as he knew, he was a talented man of letters, and at this moment, the charm of his dashing personality made him experience it again. However, Kirk's heart was more of a glea.

The cold night breeze blew, but it was not as cold as the evil smile of the two. Liu Changhua looked at the bag of things coldly, what the hell is this? Poison-product? Poison-drug? Or what the hell?

……

Before he could react, the ghost called Kirk to mention him, and he pressed the car stiffly, and he walked back to the car, leaving only a faint voice and said: "A few of you are left, who will follow." (To be continued......)