Wang San struggled to get up, the dizziness in his head had not completely dissipated, it could be because of fear, or it could be because of pain, in short, the muscles up and down his body were trembling. There was a pool of blood on the ground, stretching from his feet all the way out of the door, and not far from this bloodstained ground, there was a gun.

Wang San is a person who is very reluctant to use his brain, and he is like an "animal" to evaluate him in the words of the people around him. To translate it in a nice way, it is simple and straightforward, but it is not necessarily effective.

Then, according to the situation at this moment, he instinctively made the following thoughts in his mind.

1. There are people outside the door.

2. He wants to kill me.

3. There are guns on the ground.

These three points are fused together to come to a very simple and direct conclusion, that is: "Damn! Lao Tzu wants to him! ”

Fear is a very magical thing, it can break a person in an instant, and it can also give people a kind of ethereal courage. At this moment, Wang San's blood surged into his head, and a wave of power was inexplicably stimulated all over his body, like a dying man returning to the light. He pounced on the pistol like a wild dog and rolled on the spot.

Almost at the same time, the "tattooed man" outside the door also flashed to the door, and kicked the door open.

Fugitive.

Dying wild dogs.

At this moment, the gunshots rang out, spitting out brilliant flames, and under the miserable white light, a touch of bright red was added.

It was the first gunshot of the night.

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On the top floor, near the edge of the glass, one of the largest conference rooms, the mustache trio had taken over.

The room was stepped in three doors, one of which was jammed from the inside by an iron table, and the other two doors were facing each other, and both were open.

Two rows of tables were moved to the hallway outside the gate and set up next to each other.

In the conference room, a man in a vest was fiddling with a long knife boringly, his muscles were exposed, and his cheeks were full of stubble.

Then.

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

A barrage of gunfire rang out.

But the man in the vest didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, and the long knife spun around in the air at his wrist and returned to his hand.

"The two sides are fighting!" He said absentmindedly.

The "mustache" on the side leaned back in the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and had an expression of irrelevance.

"Beretta 92F, Colt 2000, homemade short-barreled shotgun, and P229, it's the Green Gang and those three deadly fools." He said.

After that, a few seconds passed.

"Huh?" He froze for a moment, then sat up.

"What's wrong?" The man in the vest slashed the blade with his thumb, cutting a shallow wound and rubbing it with his fingers.

The mustache thought for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and leaned back into his chair. "Two of the Green Gang's men didn't shoot!" He said lightly.

"Why?" The man in the vest asked casually.

The mustache cocked Erlang's legs again: "I don't know, I guess he died before he was shot, or maybe he was alone, and it may be related to the explosion just now...... Whatever. ”

"Oh......" The man in the vest responded, and sure enough, he didn't care, shook the knife in his hand, and then felt really bored, and waved his hand lightly, the cold light flashed, and the corner of the table was neatly cut.

"How long will we wait......" he said with a bitter face.

The mustache looked at him in a panic, and smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, Boss Zhou said that there are "those people" in this auction!" ”

The "man in the vest" pursed his lips and smiled when he heard the word "those people".

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't have come!" He said eagerly. "That crazy guy."

As soon as the words fell.

"Sudden ......" The sound of a submachine gun rang out. Immediately afterwards, there was a scream of "Ah......hhhhh

The mustache frowned.

At this time, a man with a scar on his face walked into the conference room, and when he saw that the two people in the room were lying and the other were sitting, they were both leisurely, and he was angry.

"Hey! Someone's coming! He exclaimed reluctantly.

The mustache made a lazy "lazy" sound and slumped to his feet.

"Let's go...... Check it out! ”

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In a room next to the two corridors outside the fire extinguisher, there was a fat man.

He was dressed in white dry powder, with a miniature submachine gun in his hand, lying on the ground, motionless.

"Bang bang bang!!"

A series of gunshots rang out, and he seemed to be jolted to his senses.

"Uh....." The fat man let out a moan from his mouth, supported his fat body, and sat up.

The back of his head hurt, and he reached out and touched it, and his hands were covered with blood.

"Damn it......" he cursed, poking his head out and glancing at the place where the gunshots had just been fired.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, you just happened to see three people

One is tattooed, the other looks like a kidney deficiency, and the other is a little strong and full of flesh. They all stepped out of the wall in a backward way and appeared in their sight. And shooting in the direction they were facing.

The fat man didn't think much about it, and in line with the instinct of "just look at the enemy and do it", he picked up the submachine gun on the ground and was a shuttle.

But because he had just woken up and was dazed, the shots were very substandard, and only one stray bullet hit the tattooed man's thigh.

The tattooed man screamed, fell to the ground, and at the same time fired several shots in the direction of the fat man.

"They have an ambush ......!!!" The kidney-deficient man shouted at the top of his voice.

After that, while firing the gun indiscriminately, he disappeared from the fat man's sight.

Immediately after, another bloody body rushed out from another direction, his body was full of single holes, his internal organs had obviously been ruptured, blood gushed out along his mouth and all the holes in his body, and this person stood in the rain of bullets without hesitation, like a wild dog struggling to death.

Afterwards...... Fell down.

The fat man hurriedly moved over with his belt, because he recognized that this person was Wang San.

He leaned against the corner, trying not to expose himself to the sight of the three men just now.

Wang San raised his head and saw the fat man, his eyes widened.

He knew he was dying, but his straightforward thinking style told him that something had to be done in this final period.

Then, he remembered that extremely terrifying smiling face.

Wang San took his last breath, twisted his body that had run out of oil, and pointed in the direction he ran over.

"Don't go over there......"

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