Seeing that bamboo-like devil hiding in a dead corner of the alley, Zhao Zilong's brows tightened.

Now, even if he wanted to fly to grab the gun, it would be impossible for him to do so.

However, although he was surrounded by devils, Zhao Zilong didn't want to admit defeat, because in addition to the bamboo pole devil, several other devils were still immersed in the happiness of laughing at him.

"China pig!"

"The sick man of East Asia!"

……

The three devils mocked wildly one after another.

Zhao Zilong's brows furrowed, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly sensed something, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he looked at the top of the bamboo pole devil's hiding position.

What do you see? When Zhao Zilong touched the pistol with his right hand, he pointed to the mouth of the alley with his left.

Those devils couldn't help but turn their heads to look back, and at this time, Zhao Zilong's right hand was raised and he fired three shots in a row.

Woohoo

After the gunshot, three little devils immediately fell to the ground, and in the entire alley, there were only two devils and Zhao Zilong left.

"Yaga!"

When the jackal saw Zhao Zilong suddenly screaming, he was also startled at first, but he quickly reacted and wanted to shoot, but he was still late.

Seeing several of his companions being knocked down, the jackal's face changed and he raised his pistol.

Suddenly, an icy and indifferent voice sounded above his head: "Your Excellency, please look up. ”

The jackal's hand was already on the trigger, and when he heard the sound, he suddenly shook his hand. The other little devil was not too frightened to sift the chaff, but he also looked up at it at the first moment.

Uncle Chen's cat was on the ridge of a house, leisurely smoking a pipe.

It was a corn cob pipe, and the later American five-star general Mike Arthur had the same hobby. His pipes are from the same company as Uncle Chen's.

Although he didn't see the slightest weapon, the jackal secretly gasped. With such a high elevation angle, he was afraid that before he could raise the gun, he would already give the other party a chill.

However, the jackal's muzzle was still aimed at Zhao Zilong. He knew deep down that Zhao Zilong was the only weight in his hands.

"Your Excellency!" The jackal is worthy of being a high-level spy trained by Takeren, and he is still unusually calm and calm, "However, he, your teammate, has already killed three of my companions. ”

"That's because their technology is so bad." Uncle Chen changed his serious face from the past, and suddenly said with a hippie smile, "Since I came to Xuzhou, I don't know how to restrain myself." ”

The jackal's face flushed, feeling a little ashamed, those companions were indeed too indulgent.

As soon as they heard that Zhao Zilong was going to smoke, they relaxed. As everyone knows, at this time, Zhao Zilong's plan to delay the army.

"Your Excellency, I admire your bravery, and you deserve to be a first-class warrior in today's world."

As soon as the jackal saw this, he didn't want to fight to break the net, and those little eyes turned and turned, wanting to get out as soon as possible to complete other tasks.

He thought for a moment and said, "Your Excellency, can we negotiate?" ”

"Yes, you lower the muzzle of the gun first." Uncle Chen snorted lightly and said, "If you hold a gun, there is no sincerity in negotiation." ”

"Your Excellency!" The jackal said coldly, "This is on your territory, I put down the gun, and there is no need to talk about it." Don't you have a saying in China? What is it called, 'Man is a sword, I am a fish'. ”

"Huh!!" The corners of Uncle Chen's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but smile, "Then you are still the fish on my chopping board, don't you think?" ”

“…… But? The jackal was robbed of a blank pass, and naturally refused to admit defeat, "In my hands, at least there are your teammates." ”

Zhao Zilong held the gun at the other devil, he kept standing still, his eyes were fixed on the jackal's hand holding the gun, and his ears listened to the conversation between the two.

Listening to what he said just now, his brows couldn't help but tighten, thinking about what Uncle Chen had said before that he would cooperate with him to kill devils again.

Now in this environment, how does the other party want to cooperate with him to kill that devil?

"Haha......" Uncle Chen seemed to sense Zhao Zilong's thoughts, and after glancing at the other party, he deliberately looked up to the sky and smiled, selling a flaw to the jackal. What he betrayed this time was his chest and neck.

It's only a few tenths of a second of a smile, but for a skilled gunslinger and assassin, it's enough to kill someone!

The jackal hesitated for a moment, there was no doubt that Uncle Chen was the most deadly for him now. Although, it is Zhao Zilong who is close at hand.

Those little devils, before they came to China, were completely brainwashed, saying how unbearable the Chinese soldiers were.

Therefore, he made a decision in an instant: to kill Uncle Chen above, as for Zhao Zilong, even if he was still holding a smoking gun in his hand, he would not have killed himself in such a short moment.

So, he took advantage of the moment when Uncle Chen looked up to the sky and laughed, and raised his gun to shoot.

Bang!

However, as soon as his gun was raised, a dull sound of gunfire rang out on the other side.

This is Zhao Zilong's shot, and it is impossible for him to let the jackal succeed.

After a gunshot, the other little devil was directly frightened and fell down. He curled up, twisting on the ground as if he had been shot.

Uncle Chen fell from the house, and said to Zhao Zilong with the little devil on the ground: "Brother Zhao, kill him, and there will be no future trouble." ”

Zhao Zilong was stunned, then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he replied: "Stationmaster Chen, I want to take him to Chief Li." ”

Uncle Chen's eyes sank, he stopped talking, turned around and walked towards the mouth of the alley, leaving a back.

Looking at the other party's back, Zhao Zilong nodded, because he understood the message conveyed by the other party: Don't forget the agreement between us.

However, when Zhao Zilong looked back at the frightened little devil, he found that the other party took out a dagger and pointed it at his lower abdomen.

"Be a prisoner of war, you don't have to die."

Zhao Zilong wanted to interrogate some information, so he immediately persuaded him.

Who knows, this little devil doesn't believe Zhao Zilong. After a mother's sound, the little devil suddenly plunged the dagger into his lower abdomen, and after struggling for a while, he was silent.

Zhao Zilong sighed and turned to leave.

He knew that with Chief Li's style of doing things, in less than five minutes, there would be a local garrison to search.

Zhao Zilong came to the outside of the alley, and Uncle Chen was already sitting and drinking tea in a teahouse.

Although he didn't see Chen's gaze, Zhao Zilong knew that the other party was paying attention to him.

Zhao Zilong did not enter the teahouse. After the fight just now, he also felt that the inside of his body was fiercely hollowed out.

He walked into a bun shop and asked for a whole and a half pounds of flatbread.

"Okay, guest officer!" The shopkeeper responded loudly, "What about the porridge, do you want to have a big bowl of porridge?" ”

"A big bowl?" In their business, they have to limit the number of times they urine, but when they heard the words of the shop's junior, Zhao Zilong also became happy, "How can a big bowl be enough, I want two large bowls of porridge and two dishes of Sichuan kimchi." ”

"Okay, guest officer!" The shopkeeper went to work happily.

At this time, three people walked in from outside the door, all with solemn faces.

(End of chapter)