As the gunshots rang out, there were several muffled screams of pain from the opposite side.

After Zhao Zilong shot, Uncle Chen, who was on the other side, looked at the call and saw six or seven young men in leather jackets, with no Rendan beard on their lips, lying on the window and shooting calmly.

And because Zhao Zilong shot, he was noticed by those people and shot at him.

Zhao Zilong kept dodging, and finally crashed out of a window near the street in the teahouse.

Although there were a lot of gunshots and people in the vicinity fled, there were still a few people who didn't know whether they were scared or injured, lying on the ground, their bodies trembling.

Several young men on the opposite building chased Zhao Zilong and shot, and some bullets hit the people on the ground.

Seeing this situation, Uncle Chen suddenly became anxious and angry.

If this continues, those people will become live targets.

Since he is a military commander, everything he does is also to protect the people.

Even if these people don't have any special value, but if they meet a devil here today, there is only one word: kill!

Kill thieves to repay the country, and then die!

Seeing that Zhao Zilong couldn't get out again, Uncle Chen immediately took out a fist-sized item from his body and threw it at the window.

Rumble! A puff of black smoke suddenly rose from the window, and then the six or seven men let out screams and ran around with their heads in their hands.

It turned out that Uncle Chen dropped a detonation bomb. This is a must-have for military killers, and they are all imported from the United States.

However, this detonation bomb also has a big weakness and cannot be fatal.

Zhao Zilong was rushing left and right in the crowd, and suddenly saw the window explode and a burst of light.

He frowned tightly and quickly rushed in the direction of Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen ran into Zhao Zilong in front of the right side of the teahouse, he directly stuffed another detonation bomb into the other party, and said in a low voice: "I'll go and lure them away, and when you get to the place, you will throw this thing among them." ”

"Where are you going to lead" Zhao Zilong recognized what was in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he immediately asked.

"This ......" Uncle Chen was stunned for a moment.

Although he has been in Xuzhou for a while, he has never been to this place known as the Qinhuai River before. Today, if it weren't for that Xu Qiang who said those words, he would definitely not be able to get here.

After thinking about it, Uncle Chen said, "Anyway, I have to go to an open place." ”

"Then you go southwest, there seems to be an old school yard there." Zhao Zilong frowned, and he immediately pointed into the distance.

Although it was the first time to enter the city, as an assassin, Zhao Zilong would still remember some special places.

"Okay." Uncle Chen knew that place, his head was a little, and then he took out his twenty-ring Colt from his arms and shot it into the window that was still smoking!

Woohoo Woo ......

The bullets just hit the windows and walls, snapping.

This kind of play is simply a waste of ammunition.

A few bullets will not only not hurt one, but on the contrary, it will cause the anger of the other party.

In fact, these shots are Uncle Chen's trick to lure the snake out of the hole.

That's what he needs now.

Sure enough, those little devils who have always prided themselves on the so-called bushido spirit were almost blinded by the detonation bomb just now, and now when they saw that Uncle Chen below was provoking, they suddenly screamed one by one.

"Yaga!"

"Dead, dead, dead!"

After a few mad dog yells, the devils jumped straight out of the window.

Seeing that the devil had just arrived in the middle of the window, Uncle Chen stopped shooting blindly this time. Taking advantage of the fact that the devils were scrambling to fall, he shot three shots at the same time.

Woohoo

The two little devils were shot instantly.

Having lost consciousness in mid-air at a height of three meters, they looked like two wild dogs that had died violently.

That kind of bleeding is the most happy way for Chinese to see the death of devils.

But everyone avoided it tonight, because after all, there were still four or five devils who landed on the ground smoothly and set up a position smoothly.

Uncle Chen fired another shot, hitting the left shoulder of a diminutive little devil in the middle of the group.

"Yaga!"

Ai Chuan was so painful that he almost fell, and he didn't know where to throw the pistol.

He gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled out a waist knife from his waist, and shouted: "Whoosh! ”

Whoosh is what it means over there.

When the remaining little devils heard this, they rushed up like ghosts.

Ai Chuan Dangdang also screamed angrily, held the waist knife, and followed closely.

Although Uncle Chen gave Zhao Zilong the task of stunning those devils first when he arrived at the place, how could he give up when he saw that such an excellent opportunity appeared

He hid behind a flower pot in a corner, and saw a few intact little devils in front of him rushing over with guns, and the devil in the back, who seemed to be the commander, was running in the rear.

This time, he didn't even think about it, and shot directly at the crotch of the kid!

"Woo la ......"

At this moment, Ai Chuan was so painful that he didn't even want the military appearance, so he threw away the waist knife, covered his crotch and screamed violently.

At this time, a stout man came out of the alley, about thirty-seven or eighteen years old.

At first glance, it looks like a guy from the grain store.

The man saw that Ai Chuan was covering his crotch, came up and picked up the waist knife, and stabbed the other party's little head.

With a bang, the little head of the mourning river was still there, but the blood was pouring out.

A woman and several children who followed the escape saw it and immediately panicked and hurriedly ran back.

The man raised the knife, shone it in the light, and found that there was already an opening on it, and immediately scolded: "Mother, this kind of knife dares to run rampant on the land of China, what a shame!" ”

He laboriously pulled up Ai Chuandang's head with his waist knife, and said with a sad face: "Little devil, tell me which way of death you want to choose."

Although he didn't understand Chinese, this Aichuan should have been brainwashed by the spirit of bushido, and when he saw the other party's eyes, he also understood what it meant.

He used his strong willpower to support his wandering soul, pointed to his abdomen, and drew a cross shape.

Needless to say, Ai Chuan wanted to die of seppuku.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched, and he smiled innocently: "If you want to die of seppuku, you think it's really beautiful." ”

As he spoke, he raised the knife in his hand and stabbed him in the crotch of his pants.

Exquisitely, he also deliberately twirled there. A lump of meat paste fell, and the man laughed at the sight.

When Ai Chuan saw that the other party humiliated himself so much, he couldn't care about screaming. After all, compared to a cut on the neck, the crotch is nothing.

He just wanted to die quickly, but this way of dying was really disgraceful. This way of dying made him humiliated!

The dirty blood in both places is bubbling and is about to run out.

So, Ai Chuan Dangdang can be said to have used the last bit of strength to make a gesture to his neck. He wanted the guy guy to give him a good time.

The man smiled innocently again, and he probed his knife to find the bloody lump of Fang Cai.