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"Don't stay here for long!" She said to herself. originally planned to find a corner to eat with an oil burden, but in the end, it was a big deal to be a wronged hostage, anyway, he was not surnamed Zhao, and he would mix it up sooner or later; Now that she has met true love, her plan has to be changed, she is not interested in hiding the submachine gun temporarily and coming back to find it after this, how can it be so easy to come back?

"This gun must be taken away! No one can stop it! She said to herself again, her little eyebrows couldn't help but be tall, and the image of the lady had long been gone, and her original form was revealed. If the gun really has life, then this gun must be regretted now, I have heard that I am not ladylike, and now I find that I am not necessarily ladylike! Love at first sight kills people, and love over time is more reliable.

The front yard is a masked thief, and the front door can't get out; The backyard is a masked ghost, and the backyard has no chance; No matter how high the courtyard wall is, it can't be as high as a ladder, no matter how difficult it is to find a ladder, it can't stop my aunt and grandmother from stacking boxes, even if you lose your teeth, you still dare to swish away!

The probe poked his brain and pushed the door out, went around the flower wall, slipped around the corner, and flashed around the thief like a mouse. Experience, courage, agility, determination, everything, fortunately she is a girl, fortunately the eaves and wall walking light skills are legends, otherwise she is definitely not a good cake.

After a few folds and turns, a few hiding, a long corridor appeared in front of him, which looked quite long. If you don't go, you have to go, but you have to get by, otherwise you will be busy all the way. The little girl glanced left, swept right, and threw off her calves and ran in.

The ponytail flutters, the exquisite carved beams and paintings pass above again and again, and the wind-permeable windows of different shapes leak the light from the outside on her flower clothes again and again, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

"Stop!" There was a sudden echo in the corridor, and she had just run to the middle of the corridor when the sound came from behind her, from the end of the corridor she had entered, and she had to stop, twisting her ponytail and looking back.

Three masked men with guns are walking into the corridor: "Where are you going?" Still looking at a fart, huh? Come here! ”

In the middle of the corridor, the petite girl in the flower jacket turned around, and the object she had just carried on her shoulder was now in her hand, holding the front grip in her left hand, and the rear handle in her right hand, the butt of the gun was clamped under the armpit of the flower jacket, and the round drum was black and shiny in the light.

The three masked men stopped, looking at her in the corridor from a distance of more than ten meters, and one of them didn't even know what she was holding in her hand, and asked, "What is that?" Why is it so weird? Is that...... Guns? ”

The other two masked men were at a loss, it was a gun, and it was a submachine gun, but how could this be! It's so unreal! How could it be in the hands of a girl? What's more, those big eyes are so clear and innocent! What's more, her little ponytail is so ugly! It's even uglier with her little flower jacket! Coupled with a submachine gun with a drum on it...... Is there anything more ugly than that? Blind.

Click......

The submachine gun began to tremble violently without warning, and the space of the corridor infinitely amplified the violent continuous impact sound, and the charm of the four or five caliber bullets whistling was not at all comparable to the Mauser bullet, it was simply a metal disaster, and the ugly submachine gun had turned into a furious monster, unscrupulously crazy in the hands of the pigtailed elf.

She tried to control it, but her strength was not so great, so the ballistic dispersion range became larger and larger, bigger and bigger, so big that it was terrifying, not only creating a bloody mist, but gradually began to tear everything, the hard ground had a ricochet flash, the antique walls burst out of the earth mist, and the carved roof beams and sawdust flew one after another, blurring the vision!

The last shell hits the ground, jumps crisply a few times, slowly stops rolling, and comes to a standstill.

The little girl still held the empty drum of the submachine gun, the muzzle of the gun was still smearing with smoke, she didn't seem to notice that her ears were buzzing, and she didn't seem to notice that her elbows were numb and painful, and she stared blankly at the end of the corridor ahead, where a few wisps of dust were falling from the beams and spilling on the three corpses.

Is it fear? No. Is it nervousness? Neither is it. She's drunk, intoxicated, and can't extricate herself!

Now she can suddenly understand why her brother always looks so hideous when he operates the machine gun. It's power! The power of firepower will make people hideous, as if just now, she can no longer control the submachine gun in her hand, but she still pulls the trigger and refuses to let go, and continues arrogantly.

After staying for a while, he remembered that this was not the place to be in a daze, turned around and continued to move forward, and removed the empty drum with his hand, but there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the end of the corridor behind him, this time...... It's too late.

He threw the submachine gun that had just removed the drum into the bamboo basket under the wall next to him, and at the same time squatted down against the wall and curled up.

……

Two masked men with guns appeared at one end of the corridor, stepped past the three corpses, and raised their guns forward without hesitation, and in the middle of the corridor, a girl in a flower jacket curled up by the bamboo basket, staring at a pair of big frightened eyes, she was obviously frightened.

As the distance approached, a masked man with a gun asked in a low voice, "How many?" ”

The girl curled up at the base of the wall did not dare to speak, and her big frightened eyes turned to look at the other end of the corridor.

This made the two masked men even more nervous, and they aimed at the end of the corridor in front of them, and at the same time pulled a little more distance from the left and right, and their steps were lighter.

They walked forward vigilantly, sweat oozing from the corners of their foreheads, past the unlucky girl with pigtails and flower jackets, and walked two-thirds of the way through the corridor.

Click—it was a loud sound, as if it was metallic, and it was very clear in the silent corridor, resounding behind the two masked men.

One continued to move cautiously with his gun in hand, and the other subconsciously turned his head, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

The girl in the middle of the corridor had already stood up, holding a submachine gun with just twenty rounds of ammunition in her hand, and her little ponytail was crooked and her eyebrows were twisted. If it weren't for her little flower jacket, who would have believed that she was the poor girl just now?

Click......

Pulling the trigger again and not letting go, it was again the black metal roaring wildly, and twenty bullets of four or five caliber strokes blew a gust of wind in the corridor, tearing at everything that passed by.

Maybe even the sky can't stand this immoral thing, this time she didn't even have time to unload the empty magazine, there was really a sound at the end of the corridor where the two new corpses were walking, someone was about to appear, maybe in the next second!

"Grandma fought with you!" The submachine gun was directly out of his hand, fell, and thumped-

The ponytail flicked, and he threw himself on the ground, looking like a little toad that had just been trampled to death, his left arm was stretched out as if he had struggled before death, his right hand had already pulled out a big-eyed puff from his trouser pocket, holding the handle of the gun flat under his chest and couldn't see it, the muzzle and face were facing the end of the approaching person, pretending to close his eyes as if he was dead, pretending to be dead!

The L-shaped corner at the end of the corridor, where Lu Hang Δ walked, leaned against the wall at the corner, quietly looking at the bullet marks on the wall at the end of the corridor. Real talent, this has to be a lot of bad marksmanship, and even the tiles on the top can be broken into a few pieces.

Confirm the status of the gun in your hand again, then lower your body, and finally turn into lying on the ground in the corner, changing the angle of your body little by little, and revealing half of your vision little by little.

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