"Bang bang!" Two gunshots rang out, and Yan Bang fumbled for the pistol under the pillow and began to fire back at his attacker.

Dare to spread wild on his strict territory, there is only one result: come in vertically and go out horizontally.

He can't afford to be presumptuous on his turf!

In the firelight, a dark shadow crept down; Judging by the sound of the bullet hitting, it should have hit. Just didn't hit the nail on the head.

It was Xing Ba who was hit. He thought that Yan Bang was not easy to deal with, but he didn't expect Yan Bang's counterattack to be so fast.

Yan Bang fought back fiercely, and thus broke out of his hiding place.

Xing Twelve took off the thermal infrared imager on his face and pulled out a dagger that shone with a cold light from his calf.

Xing Twelve is less fond of hot weapons, but more fond of cold weapons. He likes to use knives. All kinds of knives.

The gun in Yan Bang's hand was completely intimidating to him. He appeared in front of Yan Bang coldly.

Yan Bang's first instinct was to shoot back......

At the moment when Yan Bang pulled the trigger, the dagger in Xing Twelve's hand was also thrown out. At the same time, his figure dodged away like a ghost.

The bullet failed to hit Xing Twelve; The dagger thrown by Xing Twelve hit Yan Bang's arm with the gun.

Xing Twelve told Yan Bang in a blood-drenched way: Your gun may not be as fast as my dagger!

The gun fell to the ground, and Yan Bang reflexively stretched out his left hand to pick it up; But a long black leg stepped on the gun. Then with a graceful hook kick, the pistol slid across the floor in a long straight line and finally crashed into the wall.

Outside the door of the living room, there was already a buzz of people. The high-precision fingerprint lock trapped Yan Bang in his living room.

The group of close bodyguards were not completely stupid, and some people had already started to try to climb the window.

"Who are you?" Yan Bang asked Xing Twelve who was staring at him leisurely.

"The one who sent you to hell!"

After the voice changer, Xing Twelve's voice was gloomy. There is no daily childishness, full of bloodthirsty anger.

"Kill me, and you don't even want to jump!"

Yan Bang hissed, stalling for time while looking for an opportunity to ambush.

"Whether we go out on foot or fly out, then we don't need you to be superhearted!"

Xing Twelve slowly pulled out a slightly curved scimitar from his waist. But as soon as he thought of his father-in-law's alternative mission of Hetun, he thrust his beloved scimitar back again.

"Are you dead? If you don't die, come here and get down to business! ”

He hissed at Xing Ba, who had already stood up. The so-called doing the right thing is to cut off Yan Bang's tools of crime.

Daring to blaspheme his Xing Mu's son is simply digging his own grave. Perhaps cutting off Yan Bang's tools of crime can slightly dissipate the anger of his river.

Of course, Xing Twelve was reluctant to stain his beloved knife. So, he handed over this glorious task to Xing Ba.

Xing Ba was shot. Blood was already spilling from the Hun chamber on the right shoulder. It's just that he's dressed in black, so it doesn't look too obvious.

"I'll hold them back, you move quickly!"

Someone had already climbed onto the windowsill that was burning and crackling. Xing Twelve scooped up the ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it precisely on the shiny head that poked his head in.

"Ah......" With a terrible scream, the muscular man who finally climbed onto the windowsill was ruthlessly smashed down by an ashtray. Although the fifth floor is not too high, it is enough for him to lie in the hospital for ten days and half a month.

While Xing Twelve was dealing with his subordinates, Yan Bang was like a trapped cheetah, and the whole person jumped up and pounced on Xing Ba, who was slashing at him with a dagger in his hand.

Yan Bang did not avoid the dagger that Xing Ba cut over, but gave Xing Ba a heavy blow by sacrificing his own flesh and skin.

A hundred kilograms of living creatures collided with it, and the thin Xing Ba was obviously unable to parry; He wanted to kick Yan Bang in the air, but Yan Bang pushed him back alive.

With a bounce, Xing Ba stabilized his body; And Yan Bang himself hit the wall because of inertia.

Xing Bayi failed to control Yan Bang, which caused Xing Twelve's dissatisfaction. His lightning speed seemed to drift over, and it shone on Yan Bang's throat with a quick knife......

For Yan Bang, it was the reaction speed of survival. The moment Xing Twelve's scimitar flashed with cold light, he instinctively tilted his face slightly, avoiding his fatal throat; Xing Twelve's quick knife slid across half of Yan Bang's cheek, and blood gushed out immediately.

Of course, Yan Bang didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die for nothing.

It's also his own dragon city. If he died in his lair like this, wouldn't it make the entire Shencheng people laugh off their big teeth? In fact, other people's big teeth have nothing to do with him at all. He didn't want to die like this, and he couldn't even see Feng Xinglang for the last time.

Xing Ba, who had just been successfully attacked by Yan Bang, looked a little uneasy, he was annoyed and angry, and kicked over, slamming Yan Bang's sturdy body against the wall again.

With a "stab", Xing Twelve's sharp scimitar slid away Yan Bang's belt, his trousers were half hanging down, and he could already see most of his men.

"Hurry up!"

Xing Twelve took half a step back and handed over the next glorious task to Xing Ba. Xing Twelve advocates the clean way of letting others die, rather than the filthy way of cutting people like this.

At the moment when Xing Ba's hand fell, the smart door was opened.

The person who came was Feng Xinglang!

This smart door, in addition to Yan Bang's deity, also has a character who can enter and exit unimpeded, and that is Feng Xinglang.

"Lang, don't come here!"

Yan Bang, who was already hanging by a thread, prevented Feng Xinglang's rescue.

Even if he wanted Yan Bang to die, he didn't want Feng Xinglang to accompany him to the funeral. Maybe Yan Bang's human nature is cruel and vicious, but in Feng Xinglang's body, he is brilliant and great.

Regarding Feng Xinglang, who appeared coldly, Xing Twelve and Xing Eight were stunned.

If it had been changed a few months ago, cutting off Yan Bang and piggybacking on Feng Xinglang would have been a wonderful task that would have come naturally.

But today, Xing Twelve and Xing Eight have to worry about Feng Xing Langxin's identity!

The son of his father-in-law, Hetun! And they are all just the righteous sons of their father-in-law Hetun, referred to as bodyguards and killing tools.

"Stop!"

Feng Xinglang scolded coldly. Seeing Yan Bang, who was disheveled and bleeding, he returned the knife raised on the side in Xing Ba's hand......

"You should believe: Yan Bang's death today will also be your own death in the future!"

Is this intimidation? Or is it intimidation?

The way a man dies after being cut off is indeed very appalling.

At this moment and then, Xing Twelve and Xing Eight couldn't help but look at each other......