Chapter 22: Sister takes you to fight

"Nachuan, what's going on over there?" Fu Qingyuan's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a thick anxiety, and it was obvious that he heard the gunshot.

Nachuan opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, his eyes were dull and he looked at the door of the room, there was an urge he wanted to go out, how could he, a big man, leave a girl at the end and escape with his life.

Fu Qingyuan saw that Na Chuan didn't speak for a long time on the other end of the phone, and his heart was already in a mess.

As Nachuan struggled to control his legs to get up from the ground, the door opened.

"Miss Mo, you're still alive." Nachuan exclaimed in surprise, his eyes bursting with incomparably shining light.

Mo Zishu dragged a dead body into the room, there was a blood hole in the center of the eyebrows of that body, which was caused by Mo Zishu with a pistol, and there were bullet piercing places in other parts of the body, obviously Mo Zishu used this body as a keyboard to avoid being shot by snipers.

"I wish I was dead." The corners of Mo Zishu's mouth raised a wicked smile, incomparably sparkling.

"No, it's not." Na Chuan lowered his head, not knowing what to say, and then looked at the phone call that was hung up in the last second, he felt a little guilty.

"Okay, those guys have come up, there are no guns, and we have a good chance of winning." Mo Zishu thought that he was worried about whether they would be able to get out safely today, so he comforted him.

"Your wound is open again." Na Chuan's voice was very dull looking at Mo Zishu's messy body, and he was stained with a lot of blood, as embarrassed as he wanted, and the wound wrapped in his arm was already soaked in red rags.

"It's okay, you still have six bullets in this gun, and there is one more big thing to do later, don't wilt now." Mo Zishu threw the pistol to Na Chuan, and his expression was flat.

"I don't want it, you keep it, these eight guns are much more useful to keep on you than on me." Nachuan said, he had just seen a bloody hole in the center of the man's eyebrows, which was caused by this gun.

"Don't be so verbose, big men, I have my own weapons." Mo Zishu took off the hairpin on his head as he spoke, the ink-black hairpin seemed to have a layer of pitch-black ink flowing on it, with a cold edge, and the end of the hairpin was engraved with the word Shu, which was very inconspicuous.

Na Chuan looked at the hairpin and felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, but he inexplicably believed Mo Zishu in his heart.

"Are you ready, there are more than twenty people outside." Mo Zishu turned her head to look at Na Chuan, and a smile split the corners of her mouth.

Nachuan looked at the smile and was not so scared for a while.

The sniper in the opposite building had already evacuated, picked up the communicator in his hand and said: "Sniper failed, start Plan B." ”

Plan B refers to encirclement and suppression.

And when those people received the notice, they immediately broke into the room, and the door was kicked open, and dozens of huge men in black vests surrounded them, and the faces of these people were extremely ordinary in the crowd. There was no sign of the fierce faces.

"Do it." A man spoke, not taking the people they were surrounding in his eyes.

At the same time, Mo Zishu moved, the speed was so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and everyone was blindsided at that moment, until one of them fell to the ground, and there was a terrible wound in the carotid artery, and blood was still spurting.

"Solve this woman first, don't worry about the man." The face of the man who spoke before was gloomy, and his eyes were full of gloom.

The man spoke, and everyone went around Mo Zishu, and when Na Chuan saw that the group of people despised him in front of him like this, the anger in his heart was ignited at once, where was the decadent atmosphere just now.

Mo Zishu swept towards the person closest to her with a long leg, and landed on the person's neck.

The kicked man suddenly felt pain, and wanted to reach out to catch Mo Zishu's ankle, but was kicked hard by Mo Zishu, and took advantage of the momentum to cross into the air, and the hairpin held in his right hand glowed with silver cold light in the air, but no one noticed this strangeness.

The helpers sent by Fu Qingyuan were on their way to arrive, and even if it was already the fastest speed, it would still take half an hour to reach the destination.

The hairpin with a deep murderous aura was inserted into the man's carotid artery at this moment, and like the person just now, he didn't even have time to resist, the blood sprayed all over the ground, dyeing the white floor tiles crimson, and Mo Zishu's body was also stained with blood, and there were a few drops of blood on Bai Ying's face, which made her even more demonic.

The sound of gunshots rang out slightly in the room, and Na Chuan knew that Mo Zishu didn't know when he made a simple YIN device, after all, this is an apartment, although there are no people downstairs, but this sound is still too eye-catching.

Although Na Chuan's marksmanship is not as accurate as Mo Zishu's, he can still do it by putting people to death, and soon, the six bullets were consumed by him, and then look at Mo Zishu's side There are all corpses lying on the floor around him, and they all have the same fatal wound, that is, the carotid artery.

Twenty-five people came, and there were only seven people left, and their expressions were solemn, because the task they received said who would solve two ordinary people, and at that time they still felt that using so many professional killers was just to solve two ordinary people, was it too big to use it, and now it seems that they are simply wrong, and the woman in front of them is simply a god of death who came out of the Shura field, ruthlessly harvesting her life.

Mo Zishu's eyes were cold, and her eyes were abnormally blood-red, and there was a little excitement in them, but Na Chuan didn't see this scene.

The remaining seven people were extremely frightened, they seemed to have suddenly thought of something terrifying, looking at Mo Zishu's eyes changed and changed, and their eyes fell on the hairpin in Mo Zishu's hand again, and the tip of the inky black hairpin actually had a touch of silver and brightness, glowing with a faint cold glow.

"It seems that there is no need for it." Mo Zishu saw that the group of people basically already knew, sighed slightly in his heart, and his body moved, just like a leopard that saw its prey quickly launched an attack, so fast that everyone did not react, and when Na Chuan was amazed at Mo Zishu's speed, the remaining seven people fell to the ground with a brush, blood flowed for a long time, and the thick smell of blood made Na Chuan come back to his senses, and his eyes looked at Mo Zishu with a little fear.

At the end of the vicious battle, Mo Zishu basically solved it, and the original white bedroom has now become a hellish cultivation ground, and there are corpses and blood everywhere, and the smell makes people vomit.

"Let's go out first." Mo Zishu said lightly, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiped the ink hairpin in her hand, and after the blood was wiped clean little by little, she wiped her hands again, and went out without looking at the corpse on the ground.

Na Chuan also went out with a white face, and the scene lingered in his mind, and he thought that he should not be able to sleep well or dare not sleep for several days in a row.

"Young Master, are you okay?" There was another person in Mo Zishu's apartment at this time, and he was still a woman.