Matsumoto's trick is not ruthless, and he has no intention of letting them get out alive at all. First of all, he let his cronies, the ace killer Oninomaru, lie alone in the building, giving them the illusion of lax vigilance, and killing Nighthawk caught them off guard. It's best to kill one or two, even if you can't kill them, you also want Oni no Maru to fight to the death with a killer weapon.

Matsumoto stood at the door of the main hall not far away, staring intently at the sea of fire rising into the sky in front of him. The ghost fire, which had gathered the essence of Oninomaru, burned from the second floor and quickly spread to the entire house above the second floor. Finally, after burning most of the wood that supported the foundation, the second floor could not support the tremendous pressure from the overhead, and slowly began to collapse.

Matsumoto's eyes glanced over the playground, his team of guards, the Black Dragon Society Killers, who were holding guns and the dying Nighthawks in the building, they were making a final fight, no one could move forward, and the battlefield was in a stalemate.

"That's all you can do, huh!" Matsumoto was a little disappointed, looked at the building that was about to collapse, sighed and turned around and walked back into the main hall. Only a faint back and a somewhat disappointed and melancholy sigh were left.

"Damn, everyone, hurry up, it's going to collapse." His back was roasted, and the sweaty spur screamed.

The movements in his hands did not dare to slow down, but he waved his arms more and more violently, and gradually he couldn't even feel whether his arms were still there.

The other people were actually not much better than him, and they were completely relying on a sense of survival to maintain the mechanical swing of their hands. The only thing that still has extra strength is the black bear, a guy whose physical perversion is to the extreme of human imagination, with his hands like an excavator, shovel after shovel, without rest.

After digging for a long time, I finally dug a big hole with a depth of about 40 centimeters and a width just enough for a person to pass through guò.

People who have been digging desperately for a long time can't lift their arms, and they sit on the ground with their tired butts, gasping for breath, their lungs are almost hollowed out by themselves, and no one can do more than half an hour of anaerobic exercise.

The shadow of the spade rolled, and under the blazing fire, the black bear was still there alone, fighting with the last layer of wood.

"I said, brothers, don't stop, this house is about to collapse, don't bury it all in it." The monkeys who kept shooting outside in the distance suddenly saw that the people digging the pit had stopped moving, and they were still sitting on the ground and resting under the green flames.

Listening to the crackling fire behind him and the sound of everything falling without knowing what he didn't know, he turned his head sharply and shouted at the Nighthawks.

I just screamed twice, but I didn't pay attention to it all of a sudden, and my head was raised a little higher. A bullet was grazing his scalp, with a thick layer of oily skin, and the monkey who was in pain immediately squatted on the ground with his head covered, covering his head and calling him panicked, for fear that he was really going to hang up this time.

"Yes, tell you kid to talk a lot, if it doesn't work, you can try it, you little bastard will be tired to death." The military thorn scolded weakly, taking advantage of the rest to have a good time. He also knew that time was urgent, and if it dragged on, there would really be only one death in everyone. But he just has no strength, he can't help it, and there is no small universe to explode, he is just a normal human being.

The black bear, which was still digging, suddenly burst out with a terrifying roar, and the sweat on its distorted face fell as rapidly as the river that burst its banks. It seems that his strength is almost exhausted, and the two muscular knotted arms are already a little trembling at the moment because of excessive exertion, and he is venting the depression in his body with a loud roar, wanting to dig his head with this last strength.

With a bang, the black bear staggered and didn't stand firmly, and almost nodded and fell into the hole. His last yell worked, and in two blows he chiseled through the last layer of wood. Suddenly smelling the fresh air circulating outside for a long time, several people were all perk, and their spirits were incomparably full, which was more effective than any stimulant.

"Don't hang it, dig it, if you don't dig it, you're dead." Nighthawk shouted, taking the lead and picking up the dagger and playing with his life, trying to widen the exit to the width of a man.

The thorn and the mine were awakened by the sound of the nighthawk, and when he looked at the black bear who was sitting on the ground and laughing, he picked up his knife and joined the wood-digging army and became a makeshift carpenter.

The Yaksha and the monkey here have slowly changed from the initial continuous shooting to a long point shot, until now they are shrinking their heads, constantly dodging the bullets fired by the other party. Only occasionally will the opponent stick his head out and shoot one or two shots when he is stagnant, and then continue to be a turtle with a shrunken head.

The two of them were so successful, even though Nighthawk was just telling them to attract firepower and distract the attention of the killer on the other side, so that Nighthawk's side could dig a hole and escape.

But the thorn and the monkey completely carried out the Nighthawk's confession as a holy decree.

They think that if they can't complete their mission well, they will be too sorry for the little devils to shoot so many bullets.

The good character of thrift and thrift makes them have to take every little devil seriously, so they shoot fiercely as soon as they come up. Although they responded to the battle in a hurry, their marksmanship was first-class, and it could be said that they had a hundred shots, and in their rapid movement, they overturned four or five standing little devils in an instant.

The killers really couldn't imagine that these people, who had become turtles in the urn, could calmly fight back and kill several people on their side at once. This made the leading devil angry, and he shouted for everyone to concentrate their fire, ready to beat the intruders into a sieve before the fire burned them to death. He believes that the samurai spirit of Fuso is not to be humiliated, especially the dignified Black Dragon Society, and these things must not happen.

After the killers' powerful firepower was concentrated, Yaksha and the monkey were no longer able to kill. The bullets fired from more than 30 automatic rifles were like a ball of death, ready to strangle a creature that appeared in front of you. What's more, it's the two of them who have such a big goal.

They don't want to work hard, they just want this effect, they can successfully attract their attention. Hiding under the window to avoid the bullets coming from their heads, the two of them occasionally looked up and fired a few shots, and even chatted about their idleness.

I want to fight hard here, and I don't even dare to keep the strength of the stabbing army, they are so comfortable, no wonder the stabbing wants to scold the monkey a few words, and my heart is extremely unbalanced.

"Okay, okay, stop digging, I'll try." Looking at the hole that was already about the same size, Nighthawk immediately stopped everyone and prepared to lean forward to see if he could get out.

But as soon as he moved, he immediately stopped, as if he had thought of something, smiled and turned his head to the black bear and said, "Black bear, you should come first, you can go out, and everyone doesn't have to try." ”

In the midst of everyone's laughter, the black bear shook his arm that had recovered a lot of strength, and the relaxed muscles stretched out very comfortably. The black bear picked up his gun and hunched over and crawled into the hole.

Not big or small, the black bear almost rubbed the wood and squeezed through. finally passed half of his body, but there was too much meat on his buttocks, and he was stuck in the hole all of a sudden, and he couldn't go in or out, which made him feel aggrieved.

Boom, the building behind him had begun to collapse as if it were tilting, and the huge impact force caused by the downward pressure flew in all directions with countless fireballs and burning wood, and the huge force actually embedded a burning wood into the wall.

Jun stabbed and swallowed: "Damn, it took us half a day to dig such a hole, but I didn't expect this wood to hit through all of a sudden, is it easier than cutting tofu." ”

Nighthawk anxiously looked at the black bear stuck in the hole and shouted, "Black bear, work hard, it's too late." Seeing this scene of no advance or retreat, the monkey and Yaksha, who were in a hurry to attract the enemy's fire, also screamed.

"No, Captain, I'm stuck and can't move." The black bear was also in a hurry, and now he looked like a turtle, only half of his body was exposed.

Nighthawk was about to jump to his feet, and looking at the fire behind him, he couldn't care less, and kicked the black bear in the ass. The black bear was like a leather ball, and under the foot of Nighthawk's incomparably powerful feet, it flew towards the clearing outside.

The black bear that fell into a dog eating shit, spit out a mouthful of grass in his mouth, struggled to get up, felt that his butt was about to crack, and kept pumping cold air.

Nighthawk's kick was so hard that I learned later that the black bear's tailbone had been kicked off.

Nighthawk saw that the team members had climbed out, and said loudly to the Yaksha over there, "You watch the signal, and if there is chaos outside, you will run, and you will kill them from both sides." Without waiting for the Yaksha to answer, they quickly got out.

As soon as he came out of the hole, he saw the black bear that was about to come up and complain, and Nighthawk smiled. With a wave of his hand, he stopped the black bear's whining and said quickly.

"Quick, hit these bastards from the side and cover the monkeys." The sound of gunbolts rang out in unison. Holding their guns, the four of them bent on their waists and quietly hid themselves in the midst of the killers who were fighting.

"Quick, shoot." The leading Japanese shouted arrogantly, and laughed as they looked at the entire building that was about to collapse.

"Ah...... Ah......h

"What's going on?" Without waiting for him to think about it, the sound of a gunshot quickly coming from his right hand answered his answer immediately. Someone's sneaking up!

The unbelievable leader turned his head, and before he could see what the person looked like, an angry bullet slammed through his chamber.

The whirlwind of the bullet at such a close distance shattered his internal organs, and the leader clutched his chest in great pain and fell down with a wail.

But he was not alone, and soon more companions fell with him, lying beside him, his eyes blurred with blood, and he could no longer see clearly, until darkness finally came.

Nighthawk's sneak attack was very successful, and these killers who had not gone through the battle only cared about raising their guns and shooting at the Yaksha in front, not caring about whether there was any danger around them, so that Nighthawk and they quietly sneaked not far behind the killers, and they were not aware of it.

Nighthawk decisively launched the order to attack, and the team members who were almost burned to ashes were red-eyed, but they left no room and shot at the vital points of the little devils. Although it was dark, they were much closer, and they were facing the firelight, aiming very clearly, and they were fast, ruthless, and black.

The Fuso people were extremely disturbed by this sudden blow, and they were about to turn around and fight back, when the two of them, who had been empty, rushed over. has been suppressed for a long time, and they are also on fire, and the bullets are mercilessly strafing into the killers' bodies.

Under the attack from both sides, the sneak attack turned into a bloody massacre, and the six special forces relied on an unexpected surprise attack to treat the more than 30 Fuso people present as standard human targets. The gun hit, mercilessly, and the blood in the sky instantly stained the muddy school field.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and looking at the Fuso people who were wiped out on the ground like chopping melons and vegetables, everyone had a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

Turning around, Nighthawk stared at the depths of the main hall, "Matsumoto, we're here." “