Jiao Zuoren regretted in his heart as he walked, what kind of big garlic did I put here, don't you know what kind of death I have?

Although Jiao Zuoren now regrets not being at the beginning, when he thinks of the little translator's cute eyes, he somehow gets hot-headed.

Oh yes! Can't be cowardly! That's it. Jiao Zuoren gritted his teeth fiercely, clenched the short knife with both hands, and rushed towards the front yard.

"Whew! Little bunnies, come and knock your grandfather and me! Jiao Zuoren looked at the two gun-wielding men who were called by the two patrol officers in front of him, as well as the burly man holding the weapon, and suddenly his legs weakened with fright. Even the shouting and demonstrations are stubble.

Seeing the knife-wielding man screaming out of nowhere, several strong men who were already on the alert rushed directly towards him.

Jiao Zuoren, who was so frightened that his face turned pale, did not hesitate because he was afraid, and rushed straight to the right wall, put his back against the solid wall, and looked at the strong man who rushed with a short knife.

Jiao Zuoren skillfully dodged the cold dagger that stabbed directly into his chest, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a baton coming down from his head, and a strong force came from the top of his head, Jiao Zuoren was directly slapped on the ground, his head was covered with blood, and several men looked at Jiao Zuoren who was knocked down and did not relax their vigilance, but still stared at him tightly.

"I'll you X!" Jiao Zuoren, whose forehead was spurting blood wildly, stood up suddenly, stabbed the knife-wielding man on his right hand with a fierce knife, and then used his strength to release the knife and pounce on the person who had given him a slam with a baton just now.

The knife-wielding man who was stabbed in the abdomen screamed in pain, gritted his teeth and pulled out the knife and threw it aside, looking back at the two people who were scuffling together, and handed out a knife without pause, because Jiao Zuoren restricted another person, so when he saw this knife, he had to lean slightly to avoid the vital point, but it was still a knife into Jiao Zuoren's right waist and eye.

This ferocious knife made Jiao Zuo's figure stagnate, and the man who was restrained by him also broke away and kicked him back to the wall. Several other people also hurried over and surrounded Jiao Zuoren tightly.

Jiao Zuoren was covered in blood, trembling and picking up the short knife on the ground, supporting him to stand up slowly.

Blood flowed down his forehead, staining his face with endless hideousness, and Jiao Zuoren rarely put away his usual indecent expression, like a bloodthirsty beast that had just woken up.

"You're X!" Jiao Zuoren's right foot kicked the ground violently, and his whole body rushed out, pressing against the chest of the knife-wielding man, and his right hand stabbed wildly, pulled out, and stabbed again, as if there was nothing else in his eyes.

"Bang" Several men who were frightened by Jiao Zuoren's crazy actions were awakened by this gunshot, and it turned out that one of the men who was relatively close fired a shot at Jiao Zuoren, hitting Jiao Zuoren's right leg.

This time, Jiao Zuoren did not stop the movement of his hand because of the pain, and the man with the knife had been stabbed in the abdomen at this time, and he looked at him with wide eyes.

Jiao Zuoren threw the dead man out, stopping the others from stepping forward immediately, picked up another knife, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Several gunmen who were far away had already rushed over, raising their guns to Jiao Zuoren, Jiao Zuoren raised his head and smiled, twisted his body, and the wound that was healing at his waist and eyes suddenly cracked, and he stabbed another person next to him.

"Bang, bang, bang" Several gunshots rang out like firecrackers, and the urging bell called out to the soul of Jiaozuo people.

"Hey! I'm not infinitely resurrected, I'm not afraid of you" Jiao Zuoren, whose body was covered with bullet holes and gurgling blood, struggled, slowly stood up in everyone's shocked eyes, looking at the four or five nervous enemies in front of him, Jiao Zuoren trembled and stretched out his right hand holding a knife, wiped the blood on his face, and grinned miserably.

Looking at this series of movements, although everyone still held the weapons in their hands tightly, they all took a few steps back.

So many guns were shot in the body, and blood was shed and died! What a monster this man is! The people in black, who originally thought that so many people with guns would not have to worry at all, were also very nervous at this time.

Jiao Zuoren didn't know how many times he had barely stood up, but he still wanted to stand up, because he was very worried, and he didn't know if the little translator had escaped with the poor girls, and he had fallen like this, and they would be in danger. So he can't fall, let alone escape!

"I'm Jiao Zuoren, finally TM can be regarded as a hero, hahaha, it's a pity that there is no audience to" Jiao Zuoren muttered quietly, suddenly laughing, looking at the very nervous enemies, Jiao Zuoren touched the bullet hole in his chest, pulled out half of the shrapnel caught in it, and threw it on the ground. "Come on, I'm Jiaozuo!"

Jiao Zuoren rushed out again, this time the target was the first man to shoot, against the sound of gunfire and the pain of shrapnel entering the flesh in his ears, Jiao Zuoren grabbed this person, stabbed out vigorously, and slashed upward, this person didn't have time to dodge at all, and was directly broken open in the abdomen, and blood gushed out!!

This time, Jiao Zuoren lay on the ground tiredly, without struggling, letting the sound of changing magazines echo in his ears, Jiao Zuoren wiped his eyes and didn't know if it was himself or the blood of the enemy.

That little translator should be safe, huh, I'm so tired, sure enough, I can't be a hero, why is it so tiring to be a hero?

Feeling the heavier and heavier eyelids, the short knife in Jiao Zuoren's hand gradually loosened, with a smile on the corner of his mouth...

"This stinky boy is very resistant to beating now, Lao Qin, you are training well."

A lazy voice vaguely came into Jiao Zuoren's ears, with a little satisfaction and seemed to be distressed...