He turned around for the first time, and was greeted by the hateful face and blood-red eyes of the fierce hands.

Needless to say, she must have seen the corpse around the corner of the hallway.

Tang Yan guessed correctly.

Fierce hands went out with a Type 95 assault rifle, but before he could leave the warehouse, he heard gunfire and screams in the basement.

Compared with those female subordinates outside, she cares more about Zhou Wenxin.

SO HE RESOLUTELY TURNED BACK TO THE BASEMENT, SAW A RED SYMBOLIZING DEATH IN THE CORNER, AND THEN BECAME ANGRY, RETURNED TO THE OPERATING ROOM WITH A GUN, AND BUMPED INTO THE MAN WHO WAS RUMMAGING THROUGH BOXES AND CABINETS IN THE BACK ROOM.

At this moment, she didn't have much thought, her only thought was to kill him to avenge Zhou Wenxin.

When the Type 95 assault rifle was raised, Tang Yan turned around.

First, he was naked, and second, he was in a hurry to rummage through clothes and antidotes just now, and the Type 92 pistol was placed on the table next to him, and it was out of reach.

At the critical moment, he lifted his leg and kicked on the edge of the operating table.

The small bed, which was the width of a human body, moved out and hit it directly into the lower abdomen of the fierce hand. She struggled to maintain a fighting stance, and her body fell forward.

At this time, Tang Yan's hand slapped on the ground, propped up his body with a snap, and rolled to the side while kicking the wrist of his right arm that was not over the operating table, kicking the Type 95 assault rifle out.

The fierce hand was also strong, gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and his body turned over on the operating table, rushing towards the Type 95 assault rifle that fell to the ground.

Tang Yan caught a glimpse of her movements out of the corner of his eye, his arms were forced, his body jumped back, his two legs directly clamped the legs of the fierce hand, twisted to the side, and at the same time moved his body with the help of reaction force, and also stretched out his hand towards the Type 95 assault rifle.

Seeing that his hand was about to grasp the butt of the rifle, and he was caught by his leg, the fierce hand pushed the operating table hard, and knocked it away before Tang Yan could hold the rifle.

Determining that he was powerless to reach the Type 95 assault rifle, her body slammed into the punch as she fell.

Her fists were small, fair-skinned and delicate, not like the hands of a man who came into daily contact with firearms.

Her punches are tricky, and the target is especially sensitive for a man.

Tang Yan thought to himself how much she hated men, and she didn't dare to risk her precious things, so she flipped her body and got up from the ground with extreme speed.

Lieshou anticipated his reaction.

No, it should be said that any man would make this choice when faced with the same situation.

Tang Yan rolled over and got up at the same time as she also got up from the ground, aiming for a firearm not far away, but not the Type 95 assault rifle behind the operating table, but the Type 92 pistol placed on the square table against the wall.

"Don't think about it."

Just now, the fierce hand attacked his weakness with despicable means, and instead of being rude, he also used a rogue move ------ pigtails.

The most classic outfit of the fierce hand in front of people is a tights with a ponytail.

Tang Yan didn't have time to grab the Type 92 pistol before her, but he was able to grab his jet-black ponytail and pull it back before she got the Type 92 pistol.

Her fingers pulled away the moment she touched the Type 92 pistol, and her head and body fell back, and she could only hold on to the edge of the square table to control her posture.

At the same time, Tang Yan borrowed the reaction force to move forward and slapped his left hand towards the position of the Type 92 pistol.

Of course, the fierce hand would not let him succeed, and the table pulled hard to the right, and Tang Yan pounced.

The square table hit the right display shelf under her tugging, only to hear a crisp sound, and the specimen bottles that sealed Zhou Wenxin's beautiful collection fell one after another, falling to the ground and shattering.

One of the bottles fell from the top of the unbaffled and shattered on the surface of the square table, the formalin solution splashed both of them, and shards of glass separated the Fierce Hand from the Type 92 pistol with a relatively small piece of collectible.

Tang Yan let go of the hand that was tugging at her ponytail and grabbed it towards the Type 92 pistol.

Fierce hands and eyes are quick, so he picked up a piece of broken glass nearby and swiped it out.

Tang Yan tried his best to dodge, but he still didn't completely dodge, and the sharp angle of the glass fragment cut a bloody mark on his cheek.

Because he tilted his head back, he missed the best time to get the gun.

The fierce hand turned his waist, and his right hand touched the Type 92 pistol.

Seeing that she was powerless to stop the gun, Tang Yan suddenly grabbed the left wrist of the fierce hand, took her body around in a circle, and hit the wall all of a sudden.

The fierce hand was painful and released his clenched hand, and the glass fragments fell with it.

At the same time, Tang Yan's empty left hand suddenly had an extra military dagger, which quickly pierced into her palm, nailed her hand to the wall, and blood gushed out at once.

Yes......

She let out a cry of pain, her face instantly turned pale, and her movement of lifting the gun became sluggish, and Tang Yan circled around, holding her right wrist with her left hand and pushing it against the wall, shaking her five fingers open, and nailing the second butterfly knife into the situation.

Yes......

There was another scream, blood trickling down his arms, and cold sweat snaking down his sideburns.

At this point, the fierce hand had no strength to resist, and was nailed to the wall with two butterfly knives like the crucifixion saint.

Tang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that all the strength in his body had been hollowed out in a short period of time, and he said in his heart that this woman was really too difficult, if it weren't for the system in hand, God knows what the outcome of hand-to-hand combat would be.

The P-38 electromagnetic pistol, miniature submachine gun, and Type 81 assault rifle were all obtained by the fierce hand with the Reaper armor suit, and the Ruger pistol was exhausted by Lang Aiping, because of the limited power, he threw it into the system space and didn't care about it, and the Boeson FN50 sniper rifle obviously could not be used in hand-to-hand combat.

Fortunately, he had a butterfly knife by his side, and the exchange and withdrawal speed was the fastest, which finally allowed him to successfully subdue the female leopard.

"Brute...... Slut ...... Dregs...... I'm going to kill you. ”

She spat on Tang Yan's face.

Fierce Hands's hands were nailed to the wall, and she didn't keep her mouth shut after suffering so much, so you can imagine how much she hated him.

It's good that she didn't speak, these ugly adjectives fell on Tang Yan's ears and aroused his rebellious psychology at once.

Why......

Why!

For Tian Lei's poor girl, he was obviously kind, he obviously didn't do anything, why did he get such a result, he almost died in this operating room, not to mention, a part of his body almost became a collection of Zhou Wenxin's female pervert.

Since she called him scum, then he would show her the scum, otherwise how could he calm the grievances in his heart? How do you get out of this bad breath?

He held the scalpel on the instrument table.

......Shh

The sound of the cloth tearing sounded.

He lifted one of the legs of his fierce hand and stepped forward under her terrified and panicked gaze.

"Do you think I should thank Zhou Wenxin for her stimulant now? This is your own sin. ”

"I forgot...... People like you will not reflect on the issue of stinky men, and hatred and disgust for men have become the motivation and meaning of your life. ”

"It's sad!"

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