Chapter 100: Strange Woman

Mo Xiaosheng didn't know these two dogs, he was secretly annoyed, and he was too focused on looking for the clues left by Shen Tu Make, so that the two dogs didn't notice when they touched behind him.

He looked at the second dog who was holding a gun at him, annoyed and annoyed, but he still smiled calmly: "Master Jun, you recognize the wrong person, I am not Mo Xiaosheng, I am just a countryman who went to the city to beg for a living." ”

His hand slowly moved back to his waist, reaching for the Browning pistol hidden in his lower back. He wants to cut through the chaos quickly and eliminate these two dogs in the shortest possible time. He didn't have time to spend here, Ouyang Hongxue was still waiting for him to save his life.

"Don't move." Lang Shixun pointed a gun at Mo Xiaosheng's head: "Move Lao Tzu to blow your head." ”

He stretched out his left hand, took out the Browning pistol that Mo Xiaosheng was hiding behind his back, and smiled: "The surname is Mo, you probably don't know Lao Tzu, right?" But Lao Tzu knows you, after you shot Tanino Masakawa Taijun and was wounded, Lao Tzu once carefully measured you, you just turned into ashes, and Lao Tzu also recognized you. ”

"Who are you?" Mo Xiaosheng knew that there was no point in pretending again.

Lang Shixun smiled hehehehe: "Lao Tzu is Lang Shixun, the wolf green who once infiltrated the backer sect and kidnapped your party representative hamster-Lang Shixun." ”

A fire of anger quickly rushed into Mo Xiaosheng's heart. The two sworn enemies he had worked so hard to find, Wolf Qing (Lang Shixun) and Du Ying (Ono*), had all gone to Fuxin City.

His excited blood was boiling, every muscle in his body was beating excitedly, every inch of his skin exuded an aura of revenge, and his breath was filled with endless murderous aura.

The three people on the other side all had guns in their hands, and their own guns had fallen into the hands of Wolf Qing, leaving only a short knife still hidden in the leggings. A short knife against three people and three guns, only by surprise can the enemy be defeated. You have to wait for an opportunity, a time to slaughter the bastard of Wolf Qing, and still get out of the way. Mo Xiaosheng thought in his heart, he knew that he couldn't be captured by Wolf Qing, and he couldn't die, Ouyang Hongxue was still waiting for him to rescue.

He looked at Lang Shixun silently, watching the two two dogs who were slowly approaching him, carrying the gun on his shoulder, and reaching out to grab the two dogs in his hands.

This is the opportunity, the only chance, and if this only opportunity is lost, what awaits him is the prison of the gendarmerie, the torture of the executioners, the butcher's knife of the little devils.

Mo Xiaosheng didn't hesitate, and the moment the two little devils grabbed his hands, he moved. Flying kicked Fei Lang Shixun's short gun, shook his hands, and broke free from the hands of the two two dogs. Take advantage of the situation and pull out the short knife hidden in the leggings.

The short knife in the right hand stabbed the lower abdomen of the two dogs on the right, and the five fingers of the left hand crushed the throat bones of the two dogs on the left like hooks. Then he flew up, and pointed the short knife at the stunned Lang Shixun.

Lang Shixun looked at the fierce and vicious Mo Xiaosheng, suddenly woke up in a daze, turned over and ran.

"I want to run." Mo Xiaosheng snorted coldly and shot with a short knife.

"Ahh Lang Shixun rolled over and fell.

"Mo Xiaosheng, if you kill me, you won't be able to escape from Fuxincheng. Let's talk about the conditions? Lang Shixun pleaded in despair, he was stabbed in the thigh and couldn't run.

"Negotiate conditions? Yes. As long as you can bring your brothers back to life, you can do whatever you want. Mo Xiaosheng stepped forward, stepped on Lang Shixun's neck, and suddenly pulled out the short knife on Lang Shixun's leg, and a stream of blood flew out.

After screaming, Lang Shixun looked at Mo Xiaosheng's short knife inserted into his chest, and his soul flew out of the night.

"Cangchang--" With a sound, a stone knocked down Mo Xiaosheng's short knife.

A sweet woman's voice exclaimed, "Stop." ”

Behind the woman stood seven or eight men in their prime who quietly appeared in the alley.