The second more!!

The gunman ran out of two bullet nests at Carlisle's house, their feet full of bullets. Then they quickly pulled a handful of bullets out of their trouser pockets and reloaded, and they looked around, exiting the empty cartridge case, and then quickly loaded the bullet into the nest, approaching the oak gate.

At this time, the oak door was marked with several bullet holes, large and small, and thanks to the insufficient development of gunpowder technology in the 19th century, the bullets were only embedded in the heavy wooden door, and did not shoot directly through. Otherwise, the gunman would have been able to see through the bullet holes behind the gate, and three men with Molotov cocktails were ready to give them a generous gift.

"Shh

The gunman at the head made a silent gesture, he gently pressed down on the doorknob, trying to open a tiny gap, and aimed the muzzle of the gun inside, looking in his direction, and the three Garrians happened to be hiding in the blind spot, perfectly avoiding the range of the shot.

"Listen to me, get your Molotov cocktail ready."

When Garion saw the doorknob being pressed down, he immediately struck the match in his hand. At this time, the strip of gin soaked cloth quickly burned, and Turgenev clenched the bottle in his hand, holding his breath, waiting for the other party to step into the hall with one foot.

At this time, Carlisle's legs were trembling, and Garion's plan was so crazy that he could beat off two heavily armed gunmen with a few bottles? It's a dream. He regretted a little that he hadn't just run away, but stayed behind to accompany the two madmen to their deaths.

"Crazy, just crazy. What the hell are they thinking? ”

Carlisle held his head in his hands, and he felt that the only thing that would meet his fate was death.

By this time the first gunman had already stepped into the hall, half of his body in front of the crowd, and the second followed, and when they pushed the door open, they just saw a burning bottle arc through the air and landed directly at their feet.

With a crisp sound of glass shattering, the entire bottle was torn apart, and the spilled gin met an open flame and began to burn directly. The gunman, who had been splashed with a high level of liquor on his trouser leg, was horrified to find that the flames were rapidly climbing up his leg. However, before he could extinguish the flames in his thighs, the second and third bottles were thrown at him one after another.

The bottles shattered one after another at his feet, and the burning sea of fire soon surrounded them, the flames climbed up his pants, and the gunman hurriedly threw away the revolver, at this time they had no time to pay attention to the assassin in front of them, the flax burned quickly, and the blazing pain made the two gunmen keep slapping their hands on the burning pants.

"It worked, they were on fire."

Carlisle didn't expect Garion's plan to be unexpectedly successful, looking at the gunman who was screaming in pain while slapping the flames, and hurriedly said, "Let's run away while they're not paying attention, it's still too late." We rushed to the police. ”

Garion wants to subdue the two so he can find out who's behind it. It's just that it's too risky, and he can't figure out if the gunners will fight back.

It's hard to make a decision in the moment.

"Call the police? It's too late to call the police. ”

However, Turgenev's brain circuit was unexpected by Carlisle, the people who survived from the desolate and savage Eastern European tundra naturally had a worship of toughness, at this time Turgenev unbuttoned his coat, moved his knuckles in his left and right hands, and said with a sneer, "An opportunity to subdue the gunman is in front of us, why run away?" Now is the best chance to fight back! Just rush up and take down these two! ”

"Are you crazy? These two have guns! ”

"Not anymore."

Before Carlisle could figure out what was going on, he saw Turgenev rush forward with a strong stride, like a Russian warrior fighting a giant bear, and he used all the skills he had learned from his officer's father.

"Ula !!"

Turgenev, who was shouting slogans in his mouth, was like a giant bear at this time, roaring like two gunners rushing over.

British, today the Tsarist Russian men will teach you what it means to fight.

The gunman, who was busy fighting the flames, only felt a dark shadow rushing towards him, and before he could figure out what was happening, a pair of powerful hands grabbed their throats, and by inertia and impact, they rushed out.

By this time it was too late for them to recall the revolvers, and the powerful Turgenev slammed them to the ground, and when they tried to struggle to their feet, a fist as hard as steel slammed into their noses.

The pain caused them to cover their noses in pain, but Turgenev's movements did not stop, but slammed them down on the cheeks. They had to endure both the pain of burning their crotches and the wrath of the Russian bear.

Like the Wehrmacht a hundred years later, I think of the fear of being dominated by the Soviet red hammer.

"Stop fighting."

Bang.

As soon as he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, he was beaten by Turgenev and his teeth fell out.

"Please, don't fight."

Bang.

Turgenev threw another punch in their faces, and it was black.

"What are you British bad at learning, dare to provoke us Russians? Tired of being alive? ”

Turgenev scolded angrily, "If I don't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy today, I will convert to Catholicism!" ”

The iron fist fell heavily on the faces of the two men, and the begs for mercy gradually became quieter, and their teeth had been shattered by Turgenev, and their faces were swollen like pigs' heads.

Garion rushed out, with two more revolvers in his hand, and Turgenev had already subdued them, as an additional insurance against accidents.

Bakunin, who was hiding from a distance to observe, originally wanted to come to help, but when he saw Garion appear in his field of vision with a pistol, he hesitated and gave up. Now he couldn't reveal his identity, and after a battle in his mind, he made up his mind to throw the two gunmen away as outcasts.

"As long as you're in London, I'll have a chance. Damn Galion, you wait for me, there won't be this kind of good luck next time. ”

After making up his mind, the silent figure disappeared into the shadows, leaving a few cigarette butts on the ground as evidence that he had stayed.

Leaving two half-dead gunmen lying on the ground, with only one breath left. Their pants had been burned to the ground, their thighs had been burned open, and their entire faces were swollen beyond recognition. Turgenev stood to the side, panting, and he shook the blood in his hand—the blood of both of them, of course.

There was only one thought in the gunman's mind at this time.

Definitely don't provoke the Russians anymore.