The tall white man wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist, pointed to the corpses on the ground and said: "There are no gunshot wounds on these people, they were all beaten to death, the speed is very fast, you see there are no bullet holes around, it is clear that they didn't even have the opportunity to draw their guns and shoot..."

"You don't need it, I don't want to know how good those Asians are with knives and swords, I just know that as long as I have this and this in my hands, no one can resist me." The middle-aged man, known as the boss, shook the gun in his hand and pulled out a knife from his clothes in the other.

With a pistol and a knife in the other, there is always one that can help him deal with the enemy, and if one is not enough, he will use both together.

This guy is really arrogant enough, the tall man wanted to refute but for the sake of the American knife, he didn't say a word after all, he just reminded the boss out of professional norms, and he didn't care too much about it.

There are more than a dozen gunners on his side, are they afraid that a bare-handed son, no matter how powerful his kung fu is, he can't stop the guns.

Thinking so, the tall man hurriedly motioned to a few of his subordinates to open the way.

I don't care if I don't care, I still have to show my professionalism, it's hard to really let the boss rush to the front line.

The next two bodyguards were the first to enter through the back door, and after a brief search and no enemy was found, they immediately gestured to the back.

At this time, the middle-aged man, who was the boss but had the heart of a gunman, couldn't wait to walk in, and the tall man immediately beckoned the others to follow when he saw this.

The two bodyguards protected the boss behind them, raised their guns and ran, and suddenly both of them stopped and stopped the boss who had a strong desire to fight: "BOSS, if the situation is not right, you should follow us, there is a master with a gun here." ”

So many brothers on the ground were killed, and the wound was a familiar gunshot wound, which was very different from the boxer they had guessed before.

It's not that boxers can't use guns anymore, but like the corpse wounds I see now, the gunshot wounds are in the center of the eyebrows and the heart.

Rao's energy is limited after all, with such accurate marksmanship, and with such sharp skills, he didn't even have a chance to shoot in an instant to kill five Rao skills with his bare hands, with their knowledge, there is really no way to put it on the same person, otherwise it will seem that they are too stupid.

They don't think that it won't be long before people who can do what they thought were impossible, or even more unbelievable, will emerge one after another.

"What kind of master is not a master, when I am a fool, so close, looking at where they stand, it is clear that someone is sneaking up from behind."

The middle-aged man, as he boasted to his subordinates, was indeed a big guy who liked to do it himself, and he could deduce the location of the killer from the appearance of these killers when they died and the location of the wounds at a glance, and then contact several corpses on the other side of the back door.

There were at least two of the killers, one was Tie Hanhan, who used his fists and guns, and the other was a gunman who was good at shooting, and he shamelessly attacked them from behind while his men were concentrating on the damn runaway girl.

With such a judgment, he didn't have any fear of it, on the contrary, as a big guy who charged into battle to kill his current position, he wanted to kill these two nosy guys with his own hands.

"The corpse is still warm, spread out, search!"

Bang bang......

"Protect the boss!"

Two bullets directly hit the eyebrows of the two bodyguards in front of the guard, and the tall man reflexively pressed the middle-aged man's head with one hand, held the gun in the other hand, and bowed himself himself, and retreated with his boss, and the two bodyguards in the back also quickly stepped forward to protect their boss There should be a tall man.

The tall man strictly adheres to the professional ethics that a bodyguard should have, and his four or two subordinates are also like robots, even if their companions are killed, they are still unmoved, and they stand in front of the object of protection at the first time.

The remaining dozen or so gunmen did not flinch because of the death of their companions, and no one took a half step back without scrambling, although they had not seen the enemy yet, after all, it was in a closed space, and it was enough to know the general direction.

A group of people either crouched or lying on the ground shot back, not expecting to hit the enemy, as long as the enemy could not hit them

These people didn't expect that from the moment they came in, they had been exposed to a "straight eye", Liszt didn't do it until he saw with his own eyes what the boss in their mouth looked like, he didn't want to give the sloppy uncle one more chance to brush the monster, and now that he heard the order to "disperse", Liszt naturally couldn't hide anymore.

After Liszt had killed the two men, he crouched down, closed his eyes and used his hearing to try to remember the location of the gunfire on the other side, and then hit the overhead lamp, plunging the garage into darkness with the sound of glass exploding.

The sudden darkness did not frighten the gunners, some of the experienced gunmen quickly hid within cover of the cover, and some of the rest ......

Suddenly falling from the light into darkness required a bit of adaptation, perhaps not even a second, but it was enough for Liszt.

Liszt, who had closed his eyes in advance at the moment when the light bulb shattered, opened his eyes like torches and rushed towards these gunners like a cheetah.

In Liszt's auditory "radar" feedback, there is the sound of a bullet hitting the flesh, as well as the sound of a shot hitting the ground or hitting something else.

Liszt had long expected that he would not be able to kill everyone at once, and that a living person was not a fixed target.

In the dark environment, they couldn't see their surroundings clearly, only the screams of their companions seemed to grab their hearts all the time.

It turned out that Liszt did not hit those eyebrows this time, but hit other parts of his body, and there was no natural pain of killing him on the spot

As a result, he screamed in the dark, and soon some of those who were a little weaker in psychological resistance didn't care whether they could see it or not, and shot wildly in the direction of Liszt's side, exposing their position to Liszt again.

"Fool, give me all the ......"

Thinking that Liszt was not the only one who was exposed, there were also tall men, but his reminder was a beat slower, and Liszt reconfirmed the position of the gunners and quickly counterattacked.

When the gunfire stopped, there were many painful wails in the dark space, and the tall man only felt his scalp tingle, and he had already guessed what had happened to the boss's men.

"Boss, shall we leave?"

"Where to retreat? Don't let me kill this bastard!"

The boss who almost became the commander of the light pole wanted to yell like this, but he was afraid that the extra sound would attract a peanut for himself, so he nodded aggrievedly, and the tall man felt the amplitude from his hand, and hurriedly pressed the boss to the back door, and the dark environment might as well crash into a hard thing.

Both of them thought they had hit the wall, and they both scolded in a low voice to make a detour, and at the same time froze in place, and the touch of temperature on their eyebrows was so annoying that those who were experiencing it did not dare to move.

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