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In the large courtyard of the Blood Knife Society, more and more people gathered, and the number of people with the handle was almost 100...... The core members of the Blood Knife Society are basically here, and with the people who came to help, there are already more than fifty people who dare to fight and kill. This number can barely be put on the table in the rivers and lakes of Guangzhou.

Some people below have begun to look forward to the upcoming "big scene": "Brother Da Fei, when are we going to do it?" ”

For the little gangsters, being able to participate in a 100-person weapon fight is already a glorious achievement that can be blown for a long time.

In the cognitive world of the gangsters, if their side has an absolute advantage in a weapon fight of this scale, the possibility of injury is basically very small.

Bullying is a favorite of gangsters.

Da Fei's mind was still calm, he took out his golden pocket watch and looked at it, "Wait, wait until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night." ”

Da Fei thinks that his decision is very correct, and after killing at twelve o'clock, there will not be many pedestrians on the street and customers in the tavern, so that he can smoothly smash the Snow Mountain Tavern in the shortest possible time. Now that the whole city of Guangzhou is in chaos, no one will spend a lot of effort to care about the trivial matter of a tavern being smashed.

Thinking that he was almost bluffed by that young man, Da Fei's old face was a little unplaced.

The boss spoke, and the gangsters who were dressed up in a yard and didn't look like good people continued to chat, playing cards, and didn't worry about what was going to happen in the future.

The confidence of the thugs came from the news sent back by the spies of the Blood Knife Society: there were only a dozen people watching the scene in the Snow Mountain Tavern at most.

A hundred against a dozen, is there a suspense?

At this moment, there are not many guests in the Snow Mountain Tavern, Xie Niancheng is sitting in a booth with his eyes closed, and Yao Xiaoxin opposite is already full of fatigue, reporting today's income in an excited tone.

"Boss, not counting the cards, I have a total income of more than 1,800 oceans today, and I have 122 cards, which is 12,200 oceans, boss."

Xie Niancheng gave her a smile, "Xiaoxin, you have worked hard, go back and rest." ”

Yao Xiaoxin's hard work, Xie Niancheng sees it in his eyes, this girl is really a person who does things.

Yao Xiaoxin also smiled, revealing his good-looking teeth: "Boss, you can rest too." ”

Yao Xiaoxin has worked hard and hard in the past few days, coupled with the huge pressure of opening a business, she is really overdrawn mentally and physically, she returned to the backyard with light steps, and slept to death when she got into bed, with a smile on her face, I really don't know what kind of sweet dream she is having.

The rain was getting heavier outside, and there were fewer and fewer customers in the tavern, and as for the streets, there were even fewer people.

Looking at the rain outside the window, Xie Niancheng sighed, this is God is going to kill people.

The spies hiding outside sent back the news that the people from the Blood Knife Society had come out, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and it was estimated that there were hundreds of people.

Under Mangzi's arrangement, the people of the Hanxing Society disappeared into the darkness in twos and threes, and only a dozen or so people led by Zhang Chengyue were left in the tavern.

The increasing frequency of people reporting to and from the enemy indicates that the opponent is getting closer and closer.

After another spy reported back, Zhang Chengyue, who was standing at the door, trotted over and said, "Captain, there are still two hundred meters left." ”

"Let's do it."

"Okay."

Zhang Chengyue pulled out two pistols and waved them vigorously: "Go." ”

The brothers who had been waiting in the tavern for a long time all took out their guns and went out into the street.

Xie Niancheng's heart is far from being as firm as his mouth, this is not the first time he has decided the life and death of others. However, he did not hesitate that night in the hospital, he did not hesitate in the Great Black Mountain, he did not hesitate when he chased and killed Lei Laohu, and he did not hesitate when he ordered the bombing of the White Crane Tower, but tonight, he hesitated.

Xie Niancheng was asking himself, did he do the right thing by taking away dozens of lives so easily?

This time is different from the previous times, the people killed in the first few times are either old bandits or giants on the road, and it can be said that there is basically no wrong. And tonight's comings are just some scoundrels with cold weapons, do they all deserve to die?

Before giving the order, Xie Niancheng was only thinking about how to achieve his goal, and he didn't think about human nature.

When he actually gave the order now, this feeling of taking the lives of others at will made him a little troubled.

Xie Niancheng was drinking alone, and outside on Xinghua Street, a large group of people were speeding in the rain, and Da Fei and the two small leaders of the other gangs who came to support were at the front of the team.

The whole team was not neat, the gangsters were wearing all kinds of strange costumes, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, in Zhang Chengyue's opinion, not only did they not have the slightest sense of oppression, but they made him feel a little funny.

These gangsters in the city, even if they are the most unsuccessful bandits in the Great Black Mountain, can beat them to cry and call their mothers.

Although the rain was heavy, by the light of the street lamp, Da Fei still saw more than a dozen people standing in the middle of the street from a distance, and these people were holding guns in both hands or in one hand.

Sure that he was not mistaken, Da Fei raised his hand and made the team stop, and the distance between the two sides was about fifty meters at this time.

Is it moving forward? Or backwards?

The leader of the Blood Knife Society, Brother Fei, is facing the most important choice in his life.

While Da Fei was thinking, Xie Niancheng was playing with the blood-colored glass in his hand, trying to find some kind of answer from those blood-colored juices.

"If I don't have a gun and I only have ten people in the tavern, will the opponent let me go because I don't have a gun?"

"If I let those people go tonight, will more people die because of today's soft-heartedness in the days to come?"

The answers to these two questions are obvious, but Xie Niancheng is still a little unbearable, after all, it is dozens of lives.

"Ci is not in charge of the army, and Ci is not in charge of the army."

Xie Niancheng sighed secretly in his heart, his heart was still not hard enough.

I really don't know, when Wu Anjun ordered the pit to kill 400,000 soldiers, did he think about the millions of gray-haired old people who needed to be supported, the women who guarded the boudoir alone, and the babies who were waiting to be fed!

Thinking of this, Xie Niancheng took two sips of wine.

Zhang Chengyue, who was standing in the middle of the street, was very calm, and when he saw the gangsters on the opposite side stopping, he did not give the order to fire.

If you fire now, the gangsters will definitely scatter and flee, most of the gangsters have not yet entered the ambush circle of the reckless, this run, Xie Niancheng's order to "cut the grass and eradicate the roots", he will not be finished.

Zhang Chengyue just straightened his tall and burly body, and pointed the muzzle of the black hole forward, what the hunter needs is always patience.

No one knows what kind of struggle Da Fei went through after standing in the rain for a few seconds.

Maybe he thinks that there are few people on the other side, although the other party has guns, but there are many people on his side, and there are a few guns, so he won't suffer a loss when he fights?

Maybe he felt that the other party had a gun in his hand but didn't dare to open it, because he was afraid in his heart? Or do you think that in this city of Guangzhou, these outsiders are simply bluffing and trying to scare themselves away?

The gangsters and the brothers of the Hanxing Society just saw that Da Fei's last decision was to wave his hand and take the lead in rushing forward.

A few people with guns on the side of the Blood Knife Society raised their guns, and more people raised their sharp knives, axes, and iron rods in their hands.

Seeing that the person on the other side moved, Da Feiwen didn't move at all, but secretly estimated the distance between the two sides.

Sixty meters, the opponent began to accelerate and run.

Fifty meters, the babbling of the other party's mouth can already be heard clearly.

Thirty meters, I could already see the cold light of the cold weapon in the opponent's hand.

Twenty meters, Zhang Chengyue could already see the distorted expression on Da Fei's face.

"Hit-"

Zhang Chengyue snorted.

The twenty rings of Zhang Chengyue's hands spit out the fire snake together, and the people around him also opened fire, and the people hidden in the darkness opened fire together.

"Bang bang-"

Nearly a hundred twenty rounds ran out of magazines in a matter of seconds.

More than a thousand gunshots rang out like bursting beans, and dozens of fire snakes appeared out of thin air in the night sky, flying out from all angles and biting towards the team formed by the blood knife, and the already untidy team was bitten by these dozens of fire snakes, and it became a mess.

After the first round of volleys, more than half of the gangsters fell, and Da Fei, who rushed to the front, was hit by at least thirty bullets, and his lifeless body fell softly, and a pair of wide-eyed eyes seemed to be full of disbelief, "These people, dare to shoot us?" ”

In fact, the gunners of the Hanxing Society did not have rich experience in actual combat, and they did not know how to reasonably distribute firepower, and almost all of them ran out of magazines in a long burst, and the gunfire stopped, and the gunners began to change magazines in the dark, and the streets were wafting the wails of the wounded who had not died after being shot.

The bloody knives that were still standing, the few who reacted quickly began to run back as soon as they threw the guys in their hands, leaving this terrible place with this short gap in firepower. Most of the thugs' minds are chaotic, and they don't know what to do, and they rely entirely on instinct to act:

Some run around like headless flies, some lie down and pretend to be dead, some stay still, and some scream uncontrollably......

The gunners who changed the magazines fired another volley, and with the experience of the first salvo, the gunners who fired twice did not have the nervousness of killing for the first time.

Unlike the first time when the trigger was pulled to the end, this time many people began to "bang bang" three consecutive shots, or even "bang, bang, bang" for accurate shooting with a clear target.

The thugs were like receiving a fire bath in hell, and from time to time some people were shot and fell to the ground, and in the end, only a dozen people escaped by the heavy rain.

Seeing that there were no more people standing on the street, the gunmen came out of their hiding places one by one, pointing their guns at the wounded who were still writhing on the ground, not knowing what to do.

Xie Niancheng did not explain how to deal with the injured in advance, and Zhang Chengyue only remembered the words "cut the grass and eradicate the roots" in a hurry, and directly ordered: "None will be left...... Hurry, when you're done, go to the main altar of the Blood Knife Society. ”

The writhing wounded were replaced, and after this short one-sided massacre, the gunmen of the Hanxing Society were all extremely excited, and under the leadership of Zhang Chengyue and Mangzi, a group of people slaughtered to the main altar of the Blood Knife Society.

After hearing the loud gunshots outside, he fell into calm, and Xie Niancheng's somewhat confused eyes became more and more determined.

"Everyone's fate can be chosen, and those who die can only blame themselves for not being strong enough."

Xie Niancheng knew that after this rain, in the face of life and death, he would never hesitate at all.

Xie Niancheng smelled a smell of blood when he walked out of the tavern, looked at the increasingly heavy rain outside, and shouted in his heart: "Let the storm come more violently." ”