A black-and-white photograph in a cigar drawer on which Joyce saw a naked girl with dark and loose skin.

"Predators?"

Yarlin, who was sitting on the sofa chair, frowned when he heard the cold man's words.

In fact, the man in the black collar first looked at Yarlin, and Joyce could guess a little reason, that is, his tartan formal suit was more conspicuous, and it was more suitable as the object of the gang's inquiry.

"It's better to prepare in advance. ”

Joyce coughed lightly and whispered to Arrin that he had the unkind intention of coming.

Before that, Joyce had thought about running away, not wanting to involve others, but this would expose his anomaly directly.

Coupled with the complicated situation in Knight Frank and the existence of a very strange cloaked old man, Joyce may not be in a better situation if he leaves alone.

"Bourne, a few people from the Iron and Blood Society have made you panic like this, in Steel Flower Street, it is not the turn of the Iron and Blood Society to have the final say. Arrin quickly calmed down and smiled playfully at the grim man.

"How many are they, it's a group of people. ”

Joyce muttered secretly, then a little surprised.

When the catastrophe came, Joyce calmed down, and this change in mood made him a little incredible.

"Is it that dream?"

Joyce remembered the vague and long dream she had in the Traveler's Bar lounge.

That dream is not only about the origin of the compass eyeballs, but also like a life growth process that contains a terrifying existence, Joyce in the vague dream, although the feeling is not clear, but after the long dream, there are imperceptible changes in his mentality and mood.

"The Iron Hand will be better, if the Iron Will will come here and smash the field, it will not be careless, Mr. Arlin, you and Mr. Joyce will go through the back door first. Palemi, the woman in the dress, didn't know why Iron Will would look for Arrin, but she looked very unoptimistic.

"Bang!"

Just as the woman in the dress said, gunshots rang out outside, causing Arrin's face to change.

"Lady Palemie, do you have any heavy weapons here?"

As Joyce got up, she suddenly asked the woman in the dress.

"I mean a more lethal firearm or a cannon. Seeing the woman in the dress stunned, Joyce was afraid that she would not understand the misunderstanding, so she hurriedly added.

"We only have pistols. ”

The woman in the dress came back to her senses and looked at Joyce with a strange gaze.

"There's a grenadier, but that stuff doesn't work very well. After the gunshot, the cold man was visibly much more anxious.

"How many bullets?"

Joyce knew what the gloomy man was talking about was a grenadier, something similar to a small mortar.

"Just three shots. ”

The cold man's answer was clear, but he was apprehensive.

"Hurry up and get it. ”

As Joyce spoke, he pulled Sarona from the holster in his arms and motioned for Arrin to go out.

"Wait. ”

The woman in the dress called out to Joyce and the others, and quickly summoned the cold man to move the cigar table away and lift the carpet.

Seeing Joyce's actions and the simple Lagai tunnel, Arrin was slightly surprised, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and drew his gun.

"I didn't expect there to be a tunnel here, can I get out?"

Although Joyce's left eye had spotted some people and things, his energy had not been on his feet.

"Down there are dead, just a few weapons in store. ”

Joyce's statement in the dress disappointed, but he quickly cheered up again.

Not long after the man in the small collar went down, he first threw out a grenadier the length of a small arm, and then brought up a small suitcase.

"It's really not very easy to use!"

Taking the grenadier barrel, Joyce looked at it, and only thought that it was a tube with a bottom support, and it had to rely on gravity to load the firing pin in the sitting cartridge, and the grenadier was difficult to put flat, let alone the head.

Tossing the grenadier aside, Joyce picked up a small suitcase containing three shells.

When the grim-faced man came up again, he handed the woman in the dress two box guns, one in his hand, and two more in his back.

"Except for someone outside with a gun, there are only five of them. The cold man didn't hold back.

"Click!"

Joyce opened the door and instead of running to the back lane on the right, he raised his gun at a gangster man with a machete on the left.

"Bang!"

Joyce pulled the trigger to transmit the force, and the bullet erupted from the chamber with a primer, and in the blink of an eye, it was into the belly of the gangster man.

Watching the gangster man fall, Joyce couldn't help grinning, it was the first time he shot someone, and he aimed at the gangster's left leg, but he burst the other party's liver.

"Let's go. ”

Palemi, the woman in the dress, who didn't know the situation, was shocked by Joyce's direct shooting, and hurriedly told him and Yarlin to leave through the back door.

Joyce jumped over the gangster man who had fallen to the ground, with no intention of leaving.

"Just twelve bullets!"

It's not that Joyce doesn't want to run, it's that he sees through his left eye that there are also outflanked people behind the ballroom, and the old man in the cloak is also there.

Joyce would rather face the many gangsters in the ballroom than meet the strange cloaked old man.

There is also help in this dance hall, there is a place to go around, and there is nowhere to hide when you run out.

"What are you doing?"

Joyce didn't peek out into the small aisle into the corridor, and glanced back at the three of Arlin.

"Pack up the Iron Will. ”

Seeing that Joyce hadn't left, the woman in the dress quickly made a decision and followed with a gun.

Joyce leaned her little suitcase against the wall and gestured to Arrin and the cold man with her hands to the ground, allowing them to rush out.

"Whew!"

Joyce took two steps back and helped to lunge forward, even though he slid against the floor, giving him a lame feeling.

"Bang!

Joyce fired two shots at the two gun-wielding gangsters, one of which was deflected to shatter a vase in the corridor, and one of which was directed into a gangster armed with a machete.

Joyce didn't hit any of the two gangsters with guns, but he shot in a sliding position, which still caused a group of gangsters to panic for a while, and they all rushed to dodge.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Joyce was still calm, and while he was squirming back quickly on the ground, the three of Arlin strode out of the hallway and shot steadily to the right.

Joyce even saw it, and the three of them calmly turned around and staggered each other.

In particular, Palemi, the woman in the dress, held two box guns and fired continuously, making Joyce look as if time had slowed down.

Before that, Joyce never imagined that watching a woman shoot could be so beautiful.

The ballistics were staggered, and a group of gangsters who had been shot in the corridor fell to the ground as if they were drunk and dancing, but the difference was that there was horror and pain on their faces.

"Bang!"

Joyce, who retreated to the back alley of the room, fired a shot at the back door, but did not hit the gangster youth who came in from behind.

"Shit!"

Joyce scolded for the performance of his tender vegetables, and he could see it clearly.

The bullet in the Sagara, Joyce had already used four rounds, and two people were lying down.

"Bang!"

Just as the gang detective youth was about to shoot back at the back door, the woman in the dress shot again, startling the young man to retreat.

Joyce got up from the ground, grabbed his small suitcase and ran out of the corridor.

Unlike the box guns used by women in dresses and grim men, each with twenty rounds, Arlin, like Joyce, had already nested his cartridges and unloaded the cartridge casings.

On the right side of the corridor, there were already more than a dozen people in different postures, some of them dead, others in pain and lamentation.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of bullets made the corridor at night terrifying.

Although the cold man called Byrne by Arrin was astute and quickly rushed to the place where the fallen gangsters were to pick up their guns, but in a short time, many gangsters appeared on the other side of the dance hall, and several people came in at the back door of the path.

"Retreat!"

Joyce kept the gun at the back door and didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

I don't know if it was because they were caught off guard before, or if there were casualties, the gang members of the Iron and Blood Society were obviously much more ferocious, and several people with guns actually shot at Joyce and the four.

All of a sudden, bullets flew in the corridor and the back road, and some gangsters fell, and while Joyce retreated from the front of the back road, he saw the cold man who went to pick up the gun, and the flesh on the side of his calf was broken.

Bourne, who had picked up two guns, couldn't support himself and fell to the ground and was still shooting at the gangsters, but in just three or four breaths, the cold man's upper body was hit with four or five bullet holes, and blood gradually seeped out of his shirt and small collar.

Seeing that Bourne was ruthless, he still shot with a breath, and the woman in the dress rushed to the back road and walked back towards him step by step.

When the bullets ran out, the woman in the dress discarded the two box guns, rolled to the side of the man in the small collar, and took the two box guns out of the back of his waist.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

When the woman in the dress got up, she was shot in the shoulder, and the whole person was hit to one side by the impact of the bullet, but she quickly forcibly twisted her body, and the two-handed pistol was activated alternately.

"Let's go!"

With blood foam in his mouth, Bourne struggled to speak to the woman in the dress, and the figure that fell to the ground could no longer support it.

Seeing Bourne take his last breath and land with a box gun in one hand, while the woman in the dress walked in front of him and shot as she walked, Joyce couldn't help but be moved.

Joyce, who had quickly changed the bullet with the loader, put the small suitcase aside, slid out of the aisle with two steps to run on his side, and pulled the trigger in succession towards the back door and into the gang.

At this moment, Joyce had even forgotten to be afraid, and did not think about whether he would be solved by bullets in the chaotic battle with the gangsters.

Fortunately, Jarlin took care of him, and at the same time as Joyce slid out to shoot, he had just retreated not far and reflexively appeared in front of the small aisle, firing three shots into the chaotic aisle.

"Kill them. ”

Yarlin, who had no bullets, also had red eyes, and the moment he dived, there was a white light under his feet, like a faint aura expanding.

"Corridor. ”

Seeing the aura of the secret ring, Joyce, who got up on the wall of the corridor, immediately reminded Yarlin and looked at the woman in the dress with a box of guns jammed.

"Whew!"

Yarlin's right foot kicked on the ground, lowering his center of gravity to adjust his posture, and suddenly burst out like a gale.