When these "BLACK-SNAKE" militants were rookies in the training camp, their instructors told them, "On the battlefield, the gun is your second life, and losing the gun is equivalent to losing your own life!" ”

THESE "BLACK-SNAKE" MILITANTS ALSO DO AS THE INSTRUCTOR SAYS, AND AT ANY TIME, THEY DO NOT LOSE THEIR GUNS!

They are all masters of guns, as long as the gun is in their hands, they can have a sense of security in their hearts! If it was for ordinary people, there would be no problem in doing so, but they are now facing Ye Xiao, who has received the inheritance of Wolfram's "Killing Poker" DEATH· POKER！

Ye Xiao flipped his hands, and several golden playing cards appeared between the fingers of his hands, this time Ye Xiao did not play with the playing cards anymore, but shot directly at the "BLACK-SNAKE" militants.

A FEW GOLDEN KILLING CARDS DREW SEVERAL STRANGE ATTACK TRAJECTORIES IN THE RAIN AND FLEW TOWARDS THE "BLACK-SNAKE" MILITANTS WHOSE FINGERS WERE ALREADY ON THE TRIGGERS OF AUTOMATIC RIFLES.

While flying out the golden killing playing cards between his fingers, Ye Xiao moved his body after capturing the blind spot of their vision.

The moment these "BLACK-SNAKE" militants pulled the trigger, the figure in the white tuxedo disappeared from front of their eyes!

Da-da-da-da!

Dada......

Dada!

The chaotic gunshots rang out, and the bullets drew a criss-crossing trajectory in the rain curtain, but these bullets failed to hit Ye Xiao, only splashing a few lines of mud mixed with blood on the ground.

But when they wanted to find Ye Xiao again, there was a tingling pain in their necks!

A GOLDEN KILLING CARD WAS INSERTED INTO THE NECK OF A "BLACK-SNAKE" MILITANT, AND A THIRD OF THE GOLDEN KILLING CARD WAS SUBMERGED IN THE NECK OF THE "BLACK-SANKE" MILITANT, AND BLOOD WAS "SWISHING" OUT.

The militant, holding a HK416 automatic rifle, rolled his head back with wide eyes.

Da Da Da ......

As the militant fell, the HK416 automatic rifle in his hand swept a long shot into the sky.

“DEATH· POKER！ It's actually DEATH· POKER！ How could it be him!? ”

Sitting in the jeep with an M1911 pistol in his hand, Monsiondo looked at a white tuxedo and a Guy Fox mask, just like Conan.

DEATH· POKER IS NOTORIOUS, AND ALTHOUGH HE SUDDENLY DISAPPEARED AS IF HE HAD DISAPPEARED FROM THE WORLD, IN THE YEAR HE APPEARED AND WAS ACTIVE, "DEATH· "POKER" is like an invitation to death, whenever he appears, it will inevitably be accompanied by killing.

He's dead! All dead!

All these militants outside the soy sauce warehouse are corpses! Even Cecil is dead!

Monsiondo knew that if he didn't run, he would be like them, and his life would be harvested by a golden gram card and turned into a corpse.

Monsiondo geared, loosened the clutch, stepped on the accelerator, slammed the direction, and drove the jeep towards the gate of the soy sauce factory.

The wheels of the jeep, splashing the mud of the canopy.

Through the rearview mirror, Monsiondo saw that Ye Xiao had no intention of catching up, and he was secretly happy in his heart. No matter how powerful your "murder poker" is, can you still catch up with the car?

It is true that Ye Xiao's murder poker card can't catch up with Monsiondo's jeep, but the bullet can!

Ye Xiao raised his foot to pick up an M4A1 automatic rifle on the ground, the butt of the rifle was against the thick calloused part of the right shoulder blade, his left hand held the handguard of the automatic rifle, and his right hand followed the gun to form an equilateral triangle that could keep the gun stable during firing.

Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da!

Textbook-level triple burst shots.

Click!

The bullet shattered the rear window of the jeep, burrowed into the jeep, and then submerged into Monsiondo's body.

Blood spurted out and splashed on the front windshield of the jeep, a red patch.

Monsiondo still had a smile on the corner of his mouth for the rest of his life, but now, he could only carry this smile, but he confessed to Uncle Death what he had done.

Monsiondo fell headlong behind the wheel, and the jeep lost control in an instant, crashing headlong into a Ford F150 with a broken tire.

Rumble!

The two cars collided into each other, turning into a ball of fire, billowing black smoke and drifting into the sky.

Ye Xiao threw away the M4A1 automatic rifle and walked towards the warehouse of the soy sauce factory.

The rain continued to fall, washing away the blood on the ground, and mixing the blood on the ground with the muddy water more thoroughly.

"He's coming!"

Jiang Wei's eyes condensed slightly.

Jiang Wei's voice was not loud, but because of the quiet relationship in the warehouse, Jiang Wei's words were heard by everyone, including Long Jingyun, He Ziming and Tang Feng hidden behind the plastic soy sauce barrel!

He's coming?

Who's coming?

Is that him?

Three questions instantly popped up in Long Jingyun's heart.

This was the question in Long Jingyun's heart, and it was also the doubt of the other people in the soy sauce warehouse, and their doubts were quickly answered.

A figure in a white tuxedo, top hat, and Guy Fawkes mask walks into the warehouse.

Accompanied by this white tuxedo figure entering the soy sauce warehouse, there were also a few murderous playing cards that reflected a dim golden light in the turbid air!

"Stand ......"

A militant pointed a gun at Ye Xiao and shouted to him to stop, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a golden playing card slashed through his neck, leaving a thin blood mark on his neck.

Blood stretched the slender streak of blood on his neck, and blood arrows erupted.

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

IN THE WAREHOUSE, THERE WERE SEVERAL "BLACK-SNAKE" MILITANTS LEFT, WHO ALSO SHOT BLOODY ARROWS FROM THEIR NECKS.

In the turbid air, in addition to the smell of soy sauce and gunpowder, there was also the smell of blood, and this strong smell of blood also overshadowed the smell of soy sauce and gunpowder.

Fear!

Zac felt the fear, the fear from death!

In the past, he brought this fear of death to others, but this time, he felt the fear of death from others!

Escape! At this time, the thought that welled up in Zack's head was to escape!

This was something that was absolutely supposed to be in Sark's mind, and now it was churning wildly in Sark's mind.

Sark's eyes rolled and rushed in the direction where Long Jingyun, He Ziming, and Tang Feng were hiding. He wants to leave this soy sauce warehouse by taking hostages.

But this idea of Sark is wrong, absolutely wrong! By the time he made this choice, the thought to be exact, welling up in his mind, he was already a dead man!

Idiot!

Jiang Wei saw Sark's actions and cursed secretly in his heart. Ye Xiao would never let Shack get close to Long Jingyun's side!

Sou!

A black murder card of red flowers, flying towards Zack.

(End of chapter)