Two gangsters, two gangs of revolvers, they are going to play the death revolver! Or do you want to be faster than anyone else, and shoot the opponent with a gun before the opponent shoots.

At this time, the entire huge factory was unusually quiet, and under the cold light of more than a dozen incandescent lamps, more than 200 Tang knives held in the hands of the gangsters all emitted a cold light, which seemed to show a life-and-death battle with a broken net.

At this time, whether it is a member of the mafia or a member of the Emperor's Gang. Each of them didn't even dare to take a breath, and stared at the two figures standing in the middle of the scene with great nervousness. Just because this battle is related to the fate of each of them, the victorious side will dominate the entire underground world of Blanca, while the losing side can only clamp their tails and live under the cold eyes of the enemy.

Similarly, the two people who confronted each other in the field were not in a relaxed mood.

I saw that the blonde royal sister was standing in front of the table with her hands in her hands, and her exposed sky-blue eyes exuded a cold light, staring at the white-haired Lori opposite.

The white-haired Lori was also not to be outdone, and her petite body standing on the chair was straight and straight. She put one hand behind her back, and there was a momentum of looking at the world all over her body.

Quiet, extremely quiet.

Neither of them spoke, just stared at each other closely. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and even the air became stagnant.

In the entire factory, only the remaining melting snow drips from the roof to the ground.

And whether it is the blonde royal sister or the white-haired Lori, the palms of the hands behind the two of them are all covered with sweat.

This battle is a battle of their fate and glory, and they do not hesitate to fight everything, even if it is to fight for their own lives.

Suddenly, the cold wind of the winter night poured in from the open gate of the factory hole, and most of the gang members couldn't help but shiver at this moment.

And it was also at this moment, when the wind blew the blonde royal sister's sideburns to death, she suddenly moved, and the hand behind her back stretched out like lightning and grabbed straight towards the table.

At the same time, the white-haired Lori is doing the same thing.

Two black-gloved hands, one large and one small, reached under the table in almost no particular order. And underneath it, there are two revolvers.

It's pretty obvious that they're not playing the luck of the Revolver. Instead, they want to rely on their own skills to decide the winner with speed. Whoever gets the revolver first and pulls the trigger first wins. As for the losing side, it will naturally die under the muzzle of the opponent's black hole.

Life and death are immediately decided, wait, the two gang bosses did not take the revolver on the table, and the originally flat palm suddenly changed into a fist, could it be said that they did not want to use firearms to decide the victory, but to distinguish the high and low with close hand-to-hand combat.

It's good, the women don't let the eyebrows, and the blood suddenly burns at this moment.

"Stone"

"Scissors"

"Cloth"

"Again."

"Stone"

"Scissors"

"Cloth"

……

"Poof!"

All right! Chu Yang really didn't mean it, to be exact, he didn't hold back.

In Chu Yang's mind, the correct picture should be like this, in the empty factory, the two gangsters stood opposite each other, when the gun rang out, one turned around and drifted away, while the other fell heavily on the ground, stirring up the dust, and at the same time there was the low Sicilian background music.

But what the hell is this, children have been at home! No wonder Camicia kept holding his hand and didn't let him go up to stop the duel between Prince Wales and Veneto.

"Who?" The Prince of Wales and Veneto's shouting rang out almost at the same time, and the surrounding mafia members who were glaring at Chu Yang also took the initiative to get out of the way, exposing the four suspicious people who were both wearing black tweed coats and with the brim of their hats pulled very low to the light.

"That's me." As he spoke, Chu Yang took off the hat on his head

"Camechia, Avielle, he ......" Veneto's words suddenly got stuck halfway, little Lori rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and when she was sure that the person standing next to Camechia and Avière was the person she remembered, she was stunned, and then waved at the group of mafia members, and said, "You all stand down." ”

And after the Prince of Wales saw Yang's appearance clearly, the whole person froze in place, and it was not until Chu Yang walked to his side that he came to his senses, and a smile appeared on his pretty face, which had always been unsmiling.

"Admiral."

As he spoke, the Prince of Wales stretched out his hand and touched Chu Yang's face, and when the warm temperature passed through his fingertips to her heart, a relieved expression flashed on the Prince of Wales's face, and his body leaned forward, and the whole person fell straight and soft into Chu Yang's arms.

Wen Xiang nephrite was hugging, which was originally a very happy thing, but Chu Yang was a little unhappy now, just because the Prince of Wales fell asleep in his arms like this.

"Veneto, what's wrong with her?" Chu Yang looked at Veneto suspiciously. The person in his arms breathed steadily, and a small sound could be faintly heard. If it weren't for that, Chu Yang really thought that the other party had fainted, but even so, it still made people very worried.

How tired does a person have to be to sleep in such a situation?

And as an old rival who has always stayed with the Prince of Wales, he must know something.

"It's okay, Admiral, the Prince of Wales is just too tired." With that, Veneto nodded at Richelieu, turned and walked straight out of the factory.

"Remember, Admiral, you owe me my life."

"Owe you a life?" Chu Yang wondered. Anyway, you're a pseudo-Lori, we've just met! Why do I owe you a life?

Unfortunately, his question was not answered by Veneto, but by Camicia's question.

"Eldest sister, where are you going?" Isn't the Admiral here? Why is the eldest sister in such a hurry to leave?

"Camicia, Aviel, you two take the Admiral to the Prince of Wales' house, I'll take care of some urgent matters first, and I'll come to you later." The voice drifted from the door of the factory, and before he knew it, Veneto couldn't help but speed up his pace.

She was also very helpless, as the Admiral's ship's wife, although she didn't have much feeling for the Admiral, but it was the Admiral after all, and in such a situation of meeting for the first time, she also wanted to stay by the Admiral's side for a while. It's just that, thinking about the spiritual position in the house where incense burns all day long, Veneto feels extremely congested.

But what she didn't know was that she had been betrayed by her most trusted little sister Camicia, so there was no need to rush back to destroy the scene in such a hurry.