Tang Yulan raised his eyes and looked at the tattooed men in front of him, the tattoos on their faces formed strange lines, which were changing violently, indicating that their current relationship was fluctuating more violently.

After a closer look, the muscles on these people were agitated and swollen, and their faces became more and more hideous, knowing that they must have been injected with drugs to improve their physical functions.

The wall lamps shone brightly, the tattoos were fit, the extremely weak silhouettes became more and more distinct, the interlaced lines of yin and yang made them look like iron giants, the faint shadows cast on the burgundy carpet, and the murals trembled faintly.

The gunfight just now shattered the windows, so a cold wind blew in, and the air became even colder.

Tang Yulan's face was as cold as this cold wind, his eyes were as sharp as steel cones, and the hairs on his whole body stood up, as if he could feel the heat in his mouth diffuse in the air and dissipate.

He stroked the smoothbore, "Bang! "A shot at the tattoo man.

Blood spurted from the chest of one of the tattooers, spilled onto the stall, and seeped in.

The rest of the tattooers leaned against the wall to dodge and rushed to the scene.

The corners of Tang Yulan's mouth hooked up a cruel smile, and he shot again, the bullet shattered the crotch bone of the tattoo, and he fell to the ground with a miserable howl, and the shattered bone residue rolled to the ground, which was particularly eye-catching.

Another shot pierced the lower abdomen of the tattooer, and he ran forward two steps before he fell to his knees.

At this moment, Tang Yulan's ears trembled slightly, and he heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside the wall, as well as the sound of mechanical buckling, but under the cover of the roar of the Wenshi and the sound of gunfire, these sounds were as small as mosquitoes and flies, if it weren't for Tang Yulan's rebirth, his hearing was much stronger than ordinary people, it would be impossible to hear it at all.

Sudden mutations.

Almost at the same time, the gunshots exploded, and the right wall next to it erupted with tongues of fire, and the bullets in the tongues of fire spun and fired faster than sound.

In a second, no less than 70 shots were fired, and the front wall was riddled with holes, like a sieve.

The tattoos who fell in the corridor were not spared, their bodies were beaten with blood, their bones exploded, and their internal organs sprayed with blood on the walls, and they were red and dazzling.

The sconces shattered, the ornate paintings were torn apart by bullets, and as they fluttered in the air, they were pierced by splattered gravel, and bricks and debris flew in the air.

Between the breaths, there was a pungent smell of lime and gunpowder.

The lights flickered in the narrow corridor, and the bullets shone like meteors, hitting the body, and the crimson bullets were hot and hot.

The gunshots rang out more intensely, Tang Yulan was hit by a bullet, as if he had received a fist, and there was a severe pain in his limbs, penetrating through the internal organs, and the corridor was only six or seven meters before and after.

However, under the constant impact of bullets, Tang Yulan seemed to have fallen into a sea of stormy waves, the waves were rolling, and the reefs were numerous, and he couldn't help himself, so he could only protect the vital parts.

Even Long Jiangyun in the central control room couldn't see Tang Yulan, and his whole person was engulfed in the drifting dust.

"Boom!"

The man with the gun raised his right foot and kicked hard against the bullet-riddled wall, the broken wall could no longer be supported, and it collapsed like a tofu scum.

The rest of the people on the left and right followed suit.

In the room, there were squatting, standing, to say the least, there were thirty or forty people, they looked nervous, gritted their teeth, and each of them kept shooting at the wall with a handful in their hands, and they didn't feel any pain when they were hit in the face by the broken wall......

When the Star Glory Imperial City Hotel, Liu Ming set up such a big game and didn't kill Tang Yulan, these people were even more afraid of Tang Tuan, the deeper the fear, the more fierce the shooting, and they didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Outside the villa, the dog trainer had a dull face, and watched in amazement as the villa flashed with a bright fire. From the sound of the gunshots, he felt the fragility of life, as well as the fear of death.

The guard dogs barked wildly, scurrying around in a panic, their heads shaking, and some of them fled far away with their tails between their legs.

At the door, Zhou Cun's expression couldn't help but change, he pinched his waist with his left hand, took a step forward, hesitated again, and finally chose to stand in place, he lowered his head, spread his right hand and looked at it, and said to himself: "The end of the era of cold weapons is not unreasonable, even if the overlord is reincarnated and Lu Bu is reborn, I am afraid he will not be able to resist such a strong firepower." Can't manpower alone defeat the power of technology? ”

Zhou Cunxiao couldn't help but feel a dazed feeling in his heart, his right hand was slowly clenched, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the villa, and the gunshots continued.

As the walls collapsed, dust swept through the corridors and rooms.

These people knew in their hearts that Tang Yulan was close at hand, and although they couldn't see him, they never stopped shooting.

Bullet casings were strewn all over the ground, and someone kicked open the door, which was already as fragile as rotten wood, and he stepped on the ruins, holding a flashlight to shine into the dust, choking and coughing.

A voice shouted, "Is he dead?" ”

"What did you say?" The man who fired the shot screamed, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

"Dangchang! Bite! ”

As the last shell fell to the ground, the cacophony finally stopped.

The man in front of the door had a sore arm and wrist, and the submachine gun was still on the ground, and when he opened his hand, he saw that the palm of his hand was worn out of a piece of skin, and the buzzing in his ears was incessant, and his eyes were also gray.

"Smack!"

A piece of cement filler fell to the ground and shattered.

Behind the crowd, the room was still luxuriously decorated, with the lights as new and the smooth floor as if it could be reflected. At his feet, the bullet casings were spread all over the ground, and the yellow was dazzling. But in front of him, it was dilapidated, and in the broken wall, there were broken wooden frames inserted diagonally, the edges of the half-palm-sized picture quality were scorched black, and the gray dust in the sky gradually faded.

As the dust cleared, the figure inside gradually became clearer.

The two legs trembled slightly, the body was slightly rickety, and it seemed that it was unstable on its feet, swaying lightly and slowly, but it never fell.

Everyone panicked, some picked up their guns, pulled the trigger, and when they saw that there was no movement, they remembered that the bullets had already run out.

There are also people who are staggering under their feet, taking a few steps back, sweating all over, and their feet are weak and weak.

"There is no peace after peace, and there is more danger after danger." A gloomy and slightly hoarse voice came out of Tang Yulan's mouth, he was covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, there were dozens of openings up and down, blood was flowing out of it, and bullets caught by careful muscles fell to the ground with Tang Yulan's shaking body.

"I should have thought a long time ago, how could there be no members of the Dragon Pattern Society in the villa." When Tang Yulan spoke, a mouthful of dirty blood spat out of his mouth, and he smiled miserably: "How can Long Jiangyun, the leader of the dignified Dragon Pattern Society, only rely on the protection of this group of gringos. Even these tattooers are bait. In order to deal with Lao Tzu, this kid Long Jiangyun really took great pains. ”

How did he know that these tattooers were not bait, but really wanted to stop Tang Yulan. However, Long Jiangyun's methods were too ruthless, and he did not notify Liu Ming in advance. At the critical time, it was too late to inform the tattoo warriors to dodge, and when Tang Yulan was shot, he also killed most of the tattoo warriors together.

After this burst of ejection, the monitor mounted on the wall has long been unusable.

Liu Ming and Long Jiangyun left the central control room together and walked towards the corridor.

It's time to clean up the mess.

"It's a pity." Liu Ming sighed and said, "Tang Yulan is also a character, so he was killed by a bullet like this. This is also the sorrow of the strong. ”

Long Jiangyun bowed to Liu Ming and said: "Lord Prison Envoy, my subordinates have no choice but to kill the Wenshi as soon as possible, just because Tang Yulan's strength is too strong and the speed is too fast, if the Wenshi knows the result in advance and reveals any clues, he may not be able to succeed in the ambush." The opportunity is fleeting. If we can't grasp it and Tang Yulan escapes, we will die in the future. ”

Liu Ming had a gloomy face, waved his hand, and said, "I know, it's not wrong for you to do this, if you make a big deal, what is it to sacrifice a few people." From the moment they became tattoos, they were ready to die for hell. What's more, getting rid of Tang Yulan will be of great help to us in controlling Lingjiang City. It's just ......" paused, looked at Long Jiangyun with burning eyes, and then said, "...... The next time you make any decisions, you have to let me know, understand? ”

Long Jiangyun nodded hurriedly and said, "My lord, do you want to drink some wine to celebrate?" I have good French wines, as well as Chinese Moutai, all kinds of aging wines. After Tang Yulan was eliminated, the Flying Bird Regiment was in decline. If we get rid of Zhou Cunxiao again, then there will be no one in Lingjiang City who can stop us. ”

Liu Ming shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Let's go over and take a look first, I always have a bad premonition in my heart." ”

Long Jiangyun sneered and said, "I don't believe that he can still escape today's catastrophe!" ”

When the two of them were about to reach the entrance of the corridor, they saw a man stumbling over, his face full of horror, and his forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

"Stop!" Long Jiangyun stopped the man, pressed his shoulder, and said sharply: "What are you running?" What happened? ”

"Brother Long...... That...... Commander Na Tang...... He...... He's not dead. The man's tongue seemed to be knotted, and he slurred a word.

Long Jiangyun said in a deep voice: "Go back, take me over to have a look!" ”

Liu Ming hesitated for a moment, wanting to stop.

Long Jiangyun said in a firm tone: "Lord Prison Envoy, even if Tang Yulan is not dead now, it is definitely a good opportunity to kill him." Besides, he has tattoos, and I have tattoos. Why can he be reborn and I can't! With that, he strode forward.

After seeing the broken walls in the corridor, as well as the tattooed warriors who had been pierced through their bodies and were unrecognizable, Long Jiangyun felt a deep sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Right.

is such a ferocious weapon, and its power is still undiminished after piercing the wall, and the opposite wall is unrecognizable, and even potholes appear.