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Dahua's face was speechless, he finally understood that he was facing a nonsense goods, so he simply didn't say anything, stretched out his hand, and pulled the little one away from his face.

"Oops? You...... Aunt and grandmother, I still ......" The little girl who was crooked on the side braided her hair and got up violently, in fact, she didn't dare to shout, but she had already made up her mind to scratch his bullying face, because he didn't dare to make a sound.

was about to perform Yin Gong and scratch it, but he stopped his movements and couldn't do it, because the big flower face was lifting a square board on the ground, and the little girl was lying on top of it just now.

A swarthy cellar mouth, a staircase downward!

"Uh...... All right...... I'm in the way. Hehe...... Hehehe......"

……

Wu, ancient and mysterious, is an obscure ritual, also known as a Wu sacrifice. In this ceremony, people put on willow masks and play the role of a god to drive away plague spirits and purify evil spirits. This kind of mask is called the Nu mask, because it was born of fear and awe, so the Nu mask always seems obscure, hideous, and mysterious.

A mask appeared, with a green face, fangs, and red hair. Obviously it was broad daylight, knowing that it was a willow mask, knowing that it was a person wearing a mask, and the person who saw it was still afraid! The man in the mask was not only carrying a gun, but not just him, but a second, a third, a fourth......

One after another, gunmen wearing masks walked into the back door of the Lin family's compound, making the scene look weird, and a body that had been shot lay by the back door.

The people who fled from the front yard to the back yard were stunned, and finally one of the frightened people screamed in horror.

The scream came to an abrupt halt as the screamer fell on his back, his eyes staring blankly into the blue sky and the sun.

A dozen people in the masks all entered the back door, and the last one stopped inside the door, tied up, and stood like a puppet.

One masked man faces another: "They said it was the robbers who shot in the front yard. ”

"Robbers?" The person behind the mask didn't know what his expression was: "It's not that simple!" ”

"What shall we do?"

"There is no turning back from the bow. If they are really robbers...... That's their bad luck! ”

……

It was pitch black in the tunnel, and the big flower face walked a few steps ahead.

"What house are you?"

The little girl was quietly pulling her big-eyed out of her arms, and instead put it into her right trouser pocket, turning off the safe, and holding the handle of the gun without separating.

"Singer, how do you know that this is authentic?"

"Looks like a rubber." Dahua muttered to himself in the darkness ahead: "I said that you will carry that oil burden and not let go." ”

"Huh? How did you stop? ”

"It's over, of course."

"Huh?" The little girl was at a loss, how many steps had she walked?

There was a creak, leaking light, and Big Flower Face was walking up a wooden staircase, which seemed to be a room.

"Lack of eyes? This tunnel doesn't lead to the outside, huh? Yard leading to house? What a fool this is? "The little girl is angry, who can not be angry? Full of anticipation is now sparse, ruining people to play, isn't it?

"You're calling a fart! Does it have anything to do with you? Dahua pulled off his costume and pushed open a cabinet by the wall, revealing a small space on the wall, which happened to have a wooden box embedded in it. Take it out, open the lid, and take out the contents of the box.

The little girl's big eyes immediately straightened, and she instantly forgot to continue to complain, forgot the absurd scene outside, forgot whether her brother was still on a mission, forgot everything she could forget, and just stared at the object in Dahuayan's hand, and gradually grinned and couldn't hold her saliva. That's a ...... Submachine guns!

Thompson submachine gun, M1921 model, point four or five caliber, front and rear double grip with stock, fifty rounds of drums. Xiaoya Dan called this 'submachine gun', the reason is that the Chinese people who know the goods call it 'submachine gun', this gun is the Taiyuan Arsenal imitation of Thompson M1921, and each gun is marked with the words 'submachine gun'. As a result, many Chinese people gradually confused submachine guns, submachine guns, machine guns, and ...... Is it a submachine gun or a machine gun? Almost, anyway, the guns that blow up the sky can be called that.

Bullets are flying!

Bounded by a long house, gunshots rang out on both sides, bullets flew through the window on one side, flew through the space inside the house, and flew out of the window on the other side; Or the bullet flies into the door on the other side, through the space inside the house, and embeds itself in the thin wall on this side.

Shell guns against shell guns, some people connect the dots, some people sweep wildly, and some people put three guns and two guns indiscriminately, so that they dare not probe, and finally evolve into stretching out each other's guns to hold their hands, letting the bullets fly, letting the bullets hit something, or passing through something; The masked man on one side of the room struggled to shoot all the bullets into the backyard, and the masked man on the other side of the room frantically fired bullets into the front yard.

It's like setting off firecrackers, hanging whip after whip; It was like hail, noisy and endless; In fact, it was more like a sudden thunderstorm, except that the sound of the rain was mixed with angry curses, and the masked man scolded the masked man for being a turtle grandson, and the masked man for scolding the masked man for being a mongrel.

Later, both sides realized that no one could fight through it, the firepower was about the same, the ammunition was not stingy, and the corners of the walls and houses were on the doors and windows of the pillars, and this kind of battle in a narrow environment required courage.

Robbers? Which robber, so many people, so many guns, so many bullets? The masked man doesn't believe that it's the robbers in the front yard.

Pretending to be a ghost? The masks have all been moved out, who is the good guy playing this? The masked man couldn't figure out what the hell was in the backyard.

The gunfire stopped, and the two sides continued to retreat across the building.

The masked man scolded: "Turtle grandson! You know it's amazing, right? Now fuck off, I can consider letting you go! ”

The masked man scolded: "Bastard! We are invulnerable gods! Can dig out your heart and liver and eat your lungs! Now I want to destroy the thieves and traitors for the way of heaven! ”

"Turtle Sun, do you want to roll or not?"

"Are you afraid of bastards?"

"I'm afraid of your ancestors! Lao Tzu is the Kongzhuang Special War Company! ”

The masked man was speechless, and the collective power ran out, and it took a while to react: "Dog mongrel, dare to pretend to be us!" Brothers, call me! ”

The rain of bullets poured out again, beating this arrogance, screaming so badly, and it lasted for another two minutes before stopping.

……

The initial gunshot was really two shots, through the crack in the window, Lu Hang saw the masked man, several people were in a stalemate with the masked man in the front yard, a few people searched the houses in the backyard, a few people gathered the trembling hostages, escorted them to the kitchen to concentrate, among them was the target that Lu Hang was going to kill, and the shooting window had just been missed.

I'm not interested in knowing who these pretending to be ghosts are, everyone carries guns, and it's stupid to talk without bullets. The more you delay, the more complicated the situation becomes, either try to leave now, or force a fight. Reason told Lu Airlines that it was the best policy to give up the action and leave; Adrenaline tells Lu Hang, you should try it once, why not smell the gunsmoke? Otherwise, why would you rush to get insurance? You're looking forward to it!

Twenty long magazines are on the gun, not counting the thirty scattered bullets scattered in the pocket, and two magazines, one twenty rounds long, one ten rounds short, fifty rounds of offensive sustainance should be enough!

The fingers of the right hand holding the handle of the gun are slightly curled slightly, and the left hand is in front of the magazine under the barrel to assist in stabilizing the barrel, and the arms are naturally raised and the elbows are slightly bent. Eye, gauge slot, crosshair, straight line at the midpoint of the field of vision, take a deep breath, and the field of vision begins to move forward.

Turning the corner, the two targets lit cigarettes in front of a distance of more than ten meters. Pulling the trigger, the body of the gun shook violently, the elbow joint was slightly sore, the shoulder joint was itchy, and the recoil impact began to create that inexplicable pleasure.

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