It's like a rat's nest that has been dug up, and the surrounding guests are in a mess.

"Squat, all squat!" Fang Buwei shouted loudly.

He could vaguely see where the Assassin was hiding, but he couldn't get an eye on it because of the crowd around him.

"Smack!"

Two more guests collapsed in pools of blood.

Watching the assassin move his position with the scurrying guests, Fang Buwei's heart jumped.

It's so professional.

Until now, the Assassin's guests had not noticed that the bullets had been fired from the armpit of the man next to them.

The man half-squatted on the ground, holding his head in both hands, pretending to be frightened, and quickly approached Situ Meitang's side.

It's a pity.

If he was given another minute, he would be able to find a gap in the shot, and one shot would kill Situ Meitang.

Now it can only attract firepower and create opportunities for Jiemei.

As he walked, the man took out a magazine and clasped it in his palm.

"Didn't they all check, where did the assassin get his pistol?" Wu Chengjian asked angrily.

All guests are carefully searched prior to check-in and are not allowed to bring weapons such as handguns into the hotel.

This is the rule of overseas Hongmen for many years, that is, for fear that assassins will mix in, and all the guests who come to the meeting know that no one is uncooperative.

"How do I know?" Chen Fengshi choked on a sentence, kicked over a table, and blocked in front of Situ Meitang and Huang Sande.

The table could not block the bullets, but it could block the Assassin's sight, and at least for a while, the Assassin could not determine the exact location of Situ Meitang.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's important to protect the uncle!" Chen Fengshi threw over a pistol again.

Damn!

Why don't you listen to Fang Buwei?

Chen Fengshi's regretful intestines are about to turn green.

The assassin can even buy the disciples of the military hall, and it is not easy to bring a gun in?

God knows if there are any assassin accomplices among these people who just surrounded the uncle?

"What are you doing in a daze, surround the uncle!" Chen Fengshi roared angrily.

More than a dozen disciples surrounded Situ Meitang and Huang Sande in the middle.

The man looked around and gritted his teeth in hatred.

Can't rush it!

After Fang Buwei shouted a few times and lay down, some of the guests reacted and lay down on the spot, and the chaotic situation suddenly stagnated.

If you dare to rush forward, you will only become a target.

The man glanced at Fang Buwei, who was standing on the table, staring at him closely.

He's so confident that he's not afraid to shoot at him himself?

The man wanted to give him a shot, but he still dispelled the idea.

Now is not the time to vent your anger, but to cooperate with Jiemei and assassinate Situ Meitang.

Otherwise, even if he dies, he will have no value at all.

We have to make the stadium chaotic again.

The man shot two more shots at the guest next to him.

"Ah......h

"He's here, he'...... here"

The guests lying around the assassin finally discovered who had fired the shot.

The scene was chaotic again.

Fang Buwei stood in the center of the table, staring at the assassin closely.

The assassin was mixed in with the crowd, disappearing from time to time, and even if he was like a god of marksmanship, he was not sure in the slightest.

With a "bang", Gao Zhensheng smashed the glass and turned in through the window.

"Lao Jiu, what are you doing standing stupidly, being a target?" Gao Zhensheng roared angrily.

You know!

Fang Buwei scolded secretly.

It was because I was standing here that the Assassins did not dare to come forward......

Just thinking of this, Fang Buwei's heart jumped.

The target of the assassins was definitely Situ Meitang, and no matter how many guests died, it was useless.

But he knew that he was going to die, so why didn't he give it a go, but he had to hide in the crowd and create chaos?

There were hundreds of Anliangtang disciples inside and outside the arena, and the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for the assassins......

Oh no, he's deliberately diverting attention, just to create opportunities for his accomplices......

Fang Buwei smacked a fierce spirit.

He glanced at Situ Meitang quickly.

Chen Fengshi's subordinates gathered in a circle, tightly protecting the old gentleman in the middle, even if Fang Buwei was standing on the table, he could only see his head.

If you are an Assassin, what can you do to succeed?

Only by standing on the highest place can you find the opportunity for assassination.

Fang Buwei swept around, and he was the only one standing on the table in the hall.

He jerked his head up again, looking at the roof.

It was empty, and there wasn't even a tube to climb.

Fang Buwei looked down again.

The restaurant is a frame structure with several pillars around the hall.

Fang Buwei saw a pair of legs holding the pillar upward, right behind Situ Meitang.

"Starling, watch out for the pillar behind you......"

At the same time as shouting, Fang Bu turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger according to the leg clamped to the post.

A bloody arrow slammed into the pillar, and a figure fell.

Fang Buwei fired two more shots, and two blood flowers burst out of the black shadow's body.

"Old Jiu, be careful......" Gao Zhensheng roared angrily.

The male assassin, who was crawling among the corpses, suddenly rolled over and raised his pistol at Fang Buwei.

This man is too dangerous to see through his own plans?

Fang Buwei was cold, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Like a stump cut off by the waist, Fang Bu fell backwards violently.

He saw a line of fire fly past the tip of his nose......

The man's muzzle moved down quickly, and he pulled the trigger again.

Fang Buwei felt a chill in his waist and thighs, and then there was a sharp pain.

What the hell, shot, or two?

This assassin is so powerful?

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth, used all the strength of his body, and slammed his back on the table.

With a "boom", the table fell in response, and Fang Buwei fell in the middle of a piece of broken wood.

"Papapa......" Gao Zhensheng tightened his grip on the trigger, and a shuttle of bullets hit the male assassin's body.

As if electrocuted, the man shook and fell to the ground.

It hurts, it hurts!

There is also a tingling sensation.

Poisoned bullets?

As soon as the idea was born, the system screamed.

Noisy your sister!

Fang Buwei directly blocked the sound.

Fortunately, the bullet seemed to have stuck into the ribs and did not penetrate the internal organs.

Lao Tzu is really a man favored by God......

Fang Buwei grinned silently.

"Lao Jiu, how are you?" Gao Zhensheng rushed over.

"I can't die for a while...... Don't move, just let me lie down......" Fang Buwei gritted his teeth and gasped.

Doesn't it mean that a bullet that has been fed poison doesn't hurt when it hits a person?

"How's Uncle?" Fang Buwei asked with a hiss.

"It's okay......" As soon as he said two words, Gao Zhensheng shook violently.

Fang Buwei had a thumb-thick blood hole in his waist, which was gurgling out......

"Old Ninth ......" Gao Zhensheng's eyes were red, and he hurriedly pressed his wound, "Don't be nervous......

I'm nervous about your thrashing.

Fang Bu almost cried out in pain, and instantly broke out in white sweat: "Why don't you move......"

"Okay, good......" Gao Zhensheng agreed repeatedly, and then roared at his subordinates beside him, "Don't come over to help yet......

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