acT134: Fireworks Song Wine is like a thunderbolt, the scalp is blown up, and I don't care about anything else, and the whole person squeezes straight into the gap, and the dagger in his hand pokes at the throat of the guard on the right.

He was still a little anxious, the little woman easily passed through, that is, she was smaller, and although Song Jiu's figure was not strong, her skeleton was much wider than that of the little woman, plus he was carrying a rifle on his back, and he couldn't get into it under the pounce, and the left half of his body went out halfway, but the rifle hanging behind his back was stuck between the two doors, dragging down the pace of the attack.

Song Jiu scolded secretly in his heart, it was really a knotty to drop the chain, and immediately waved the knife to cut off the gun belt, and at the same time arched his body out of the gap, he threw another reacting guard to the ground, grabbed his throat tightly with one hand, raised his hand and nailed it into the bald head's eye socket, and his wrist stirred hard, and the struggling bald head swallowed his breath and stopped moving.

Despite Song Jiu's best efforts, the silent cave still amplified all the sounds, and the bald head could not be called, but the falling rifle made a crisp sound that was difficult to ignore.

The crowd turned around, and several women saw Song Jiu who was about to get up and run away at a glance, and at the same time quickly ordered in surprise, and more than a dozen bald heads near the nylon bag hill immediately rushed over, and the people were still far away, and the dog stick swirled with the sound of whistling wind.

"Mengfan! Run! Song Jiu rolled on the donkey on the spot, avoiding a few dog sticks smashed by 'Clang', roared in his hurry, got up and ran into the back of the stacked material phalanx.

He has no other tricks, except for anger in his heart, he wonders, how did Mengfan run here?

How could she come here alone?! The crowd 'hula' dispersed, and the red mother with three short statures came out in row, the crutches in her hand were raised far away, and she let out an extremely fierce shout: "Kill him!" The bald heads who were guarding the women's pile had the order, picked up Song Jiu, and their guns chased around the material phalanx, and they didn't know if they had found any trace of Song Jiu, so they shot impatiently.

The sound of gunfire suddenly resounded through the cave, and the enclosed space was boiling abnormally in an instant, and the sound of rapid and continuous fire filled the cave, the fire flashed, and the bullet casings flew down, like rolling muffled thunder, reverberating violently.

Song Jiu took advantage of the chaos to climb up to a three-meter-high sack pile, turned his head and saw two bald heads who copied guns chasing after him, hurriedly lowered his body to avoid the search, and suddenly jumped down and pounced on the back of the two bald heads.

The bald head was suddenly attacked and was slapped to the ground, their shooting consciousness was more than a star and a half off, the person was still lying on his stomach, and the muzzle of the gun began to spit again, but Song Jiu was behind them, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at the material phalanx in front of them, a string of bullets dragged out diagonally, and the rotten wooden bar that fixed the huge hemp bag broke in response, and the stacked sacks were torn open, and the rice flour of the white flowers was vented along the crack, and the dust raised instantly added a special effect of war fog to this area.

Song Jiu heard the gradual footsteps behind him, raised his foot and stepped on a bald head, snatched his pistol and burst the head of another bald head, hurriedly turned around and rushed to the pile of materials scattered with flour, raised his hand and 'snapped' continuously, more nylon bags were hit by bullets, the huge impact was like boiling oil and pouring cold water, the white noodles that had been silent for a long time seemed to have returned to the processing plant, and the volcanic eruption seemed to be flying and spitting, and the sky was all over the sky.

'Bang bang bang! Although the bald heads had poor marksmanship, they couldn't stand up to the fact that many people were familiar with the terrain, and before Song Jiu could create more chaos, the bullets that followed by the bite.

Song Jiu** mortal fetus, without his sister and Liu Yan and their perverted living corpses, they could only retreat in the face of the muzzle, and their buttocks twisted and drilled into the material phalanx on the other side.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that there were so many materials here, and the huge cave had no weapons or equipment, and it was completely a large grain storage warehouse.

No wonder these women can't pick their shoulders or carry their hands, but they can live in the cave without worrying about food and clothing.

This is obviously not a good opportunity to complain, although the material phalanx provides space to move and dodge, but in fact, there are so many cross-cutting lanes, but at a distance of three or five meters, the bald head outflanked him Song Wine will definitely not have any good fruit to eat.

In line with the principle of outlaws, Song Jiu temporarily decided to capture the thief and capture the king first, aren't these bald heads afraid of the hostess, so do they dare to shoot at the crowd?

Thinking of this, Song Jiu struggled to tear down a bag of heavy grain from his side, raised his foot and kicked off the wooden fence, the stacked materials on one side lost their balance, and tilted slightly for a few seconds, and then collapsed violently, blocking the pursuers behind him.

The gunshots were messy, Song Jiu and the bald head were on a horizontal line, looking at the fight was very lively, in fact, no one hit anyone, but the bald heads who picked the dog sticks were familiar with it, and took advantage of the fact that the flour was blocked in the sky, and threw a few sticks in the direction of Song Jiu's escape.

Song Jiu was bent on dodging bullets, he had long forgotten that there was a cold weapon in the door, and when he heard the sound of the wind approaching, he knew that it was not good, and before he could make an evasive action, a thing suddenly spun in the white flour mist, and the head of the pig iron fell heavily on Song Jiu's chest, only to feel as if he had been hit head-on by a motorcycle, Song Jiu's body was crooked, and the whole person fell out on his back, trying to get up, but his arm did not exert his strength for a while, and he almost fell down.

Song Jiu was horrified, this pig iron pimple was so powerful, it was no worse than a bullet, and it almost made him angry this time!

I don't know if the ribs are broken, Song Jiu got up with his hands and feet, and suddenly heard that the left and right sides seemed to be in chaos, and hurriedly rolled out of the flour mist range, and saw Mengfan who wanted to rush out of the crowd, but was pulled by Hong's mother!

Song Jiu was furious, and before the person got up, he hurriedly opened fire in his hand, and regardless of the accuracy, he threw out a few bullets in anger, and there was a mistake, and a woman who was eight feet away from Mengfan was terrible, and fell to the ground with a scream.

"Stop!" Song Jiu suddenly screamed behind him, turned his head to look, but saw half of his face swollen and tall Big Peony suddenly appeared with a rifle, the head of the rifle was wide open, the big peony's fingers were on the trigger, and the ** body under the animal skin trembled violently.

"Shoot him!" Hong's mother angrily leaned on crutches, pulled Mengfan's hair with one hand, and said angrily: "Shoot!" ”

"Don't shoot!" A woman's voice rang out at the back of the crowd, and the stunned women turned their heads to look and scattered in astonishment.

Yang Chunyue stood behind Hong's mother, and the delicate pistol in her hand, which was more like a toy than a murder weapon, pointed directly at the back of Hong's mother's head.

Hong Ma didn't reply, and pulled the struggling Mengfan down with a sneer, twisted her wrist, unscrewed a thread between the crutches, and the sharp thorns flashed with cold light, straight to Mengfan's throat, and lifted the top of the girl's pale face slightly.

Hongma laughed hoarsely and said, "Come on, let's go down and catch up." ”

"Don't be impulsive!" The cold sweat on Song Jiu's back 'whoosh' came down, Hong's mother didn't hesitate at all, the moment the spike hit Mengfan's throat, it pierced the skin, as long as Yang Chunyue shot, even if Hongma's body moved slightly, the spikes would penetrate through Mengfan's jaw without hindrance.

At this time, Jiao Ziqian and the others, who had been late, also jumped in, and when they saw the situation in the field, their faces changed drastically in an instant!

Fuck you, they don't have guns!

"Spring Moon!" Ying Doudou followed closely behind, and when he saw Yang Chunyue, his face was overjoyed, and he was immediately dumbfounded.

Wu Wentao and Chu Guangxu followed, with short knives and daggers in their hands, and a few guns facing each other in the middle, more than a dozen bald heads rushed out of the flour mist, and a large number of guns were also aimed at them.

Ghost ...... The ghost guy was too burly, stuck in the gap, and was staring at the field with an angry face, trying to cheer Wu Wentao with internal force.

It was quiet, and the huge warehouse was silent for a moment, only the sound of heavy gasps was heard, and no one spoke rashly.

The fluttering flour swam in the air, slowly falling into the dust, spreading out the snow white. Song Jiu pointed at Hong's mother, the big peony behind her pointed at her, Yang Chunyue also aimed at Hong's mother, but the spikes in Hong's hand were against Mengfan's throat.

The skinhead party and Jiao Ziqian and others confronted each other, and the women were at a loss. The smell of gunpowder mixed with smoke and dust spread rapidly, and the killing was awe-inspiring, and it was about to explode!

"Eh, it's lively." Hong Ma laughed unbridled in a dumb voice, pulled Mengfan's long hair and turned his head a little away, her eyes without eyebrows looked weirdly sharp, stared at Song Jiu for a long time, and said, "Xiao Jiujiu, I said it, you will kill Mengfan sooner or later." ”

"Don't hurt her." Song Jiu's muscles tensed, trying his best to stabilize the hand holding the gun, trying to lock the crosshairs on the hateful face of Hong's mother, but he also knew his shooting level, this distance, not to mention him, Wu Wentao may not be sure to kill Hong's mother without hurting Mengfan.

"Ninety-nine." Meng Fan was pulled by his hair, and his throat was against the spikes, so he could only use his spare eyes to look at Song Jiu, and seeing that he was safe and sound, Meng Fan made up his mind, and all his negative emotions were swept away, and he burst into a sweet smile: "Jiujiu, shoot, don't make the mistakes I made again." ”

"I've really raised a good girl." When Mama Hong heard this, the muscles in the corners of her eyes twitched, and she sneered: "That girl in the back, hold the gun steady, don't panic." Yang Chunyue's face turned pale, her lips chattered and she didn't speak, the hand holding the gun kept shaking, to be honest, she didn't know how she got involved.

Originally, when she arrived at the warehouse, she decided to pretend to the end, but when Song Jiu broke in rashly, she didn't plan to help, first, she didn't have a relationship, and secondly, it could be regarded as revenge for him to escape alone from the dark river.

But then what happened in an instant was a little unexpected, several people were in a chaotic confrontation with guns, and she happened to be in the best position of being unguarded, so to speak, her brain suddenly became hot, and she became one of the balance beams inexplicably.

Yang Chunyue originally regretted it a little and was hesitating whether to move the muzzle of the gun to Song Jiu, but Ying Doudou's sudden appearance made her change her mind.

Obviously, Hong's mother lied to her, and Song Jiu was telling the truth...... So be it, so be it.

"Red Mom, don't be afraid, I'll kill him!" Da Peony ignored Wu Wentao, who was staring at him on the other side, and his fingers on the trigger trembled several times, wanting to shoot the culprit who turned the cave upside down.

"Try it!" Yang Chunyue's personality Song Jiu probably understands a little bit, usually cowardly, but can't help but be stimulated, the big peony shouted like this, but it added a lot of confidence to her.

"Put your guns down, we can talk." Wu Wentao felt that it was necessary to make a sound, Da Peony and Yang Chunyue were a little emotionally unstable in his opinion, and they moved their whole bodies with a single hair, once these people fired, the bald heads on the opposite side would definitely fire and shoot, the distance was so tight, even if Wu Wentao had a living corpse around him, he was worried that he would be hit by a stray bullet.

"There's nothing to talk about, it's a family matter, and irrelevant people can go." Hongma glanced at Wu Wentao, and her eyes returned to Song Jiu: "He must stay." ”

"Then let's all stay, it's crowded." Yang Chunyue was suddenly startled, and suddenly looked back, only to see a group of armed thugs pouring up behind the special door that had just been opened!

A one-eyed dragon bore the brunt of the attack, suddenly appeared with a cigarette in his mouth, followed by a large number of men and women and Chinese ghosts, all with firearms in hand, spreading out the fan surface, blocking the doorway, and the swarthy barrel swept like a snake letter, aiming at their respective targets.

"Old Wu, you've had a bit of a hard time pulling coal this time." Ming Junwei flicked his cigarette butt with his fingers, and the spark crossed a parabola and fell to the ground.

Wu Wentao smiled helplessly, did not speak, and threw away a 'you know' look. Song Jiu swallowed his saliva, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart now, looking at the anxious and worried faces of Song Yao, Luo Yu and others opposite, his whole body was shaken and hot, and his palms were sticky and slippery.

"Little Jiujiu, what do you say?" A few strange looks flashed in Hongma's eyes, but she quickly recovered and asked with a bit of banter.

Song Jiu was speechless, and the fanaticism gradually faded from his eyes, although it seemed that they had the advantage at the moment, but in fact the situation was still deadlocked, and no one could act rashly, otherwise it would definitely cause a firefight.

And in this kind of enclosed space, with so many guns on fire together, I'm afraid there are more than one or two dead. Some people are nervous, some people are calm, everyone is restrained, and everyone is trying to avoid causing a chain reaction.

Song Jiu saw Luo Yu and his sister shaking his head lightly in the back, as if signaling him not to be impulsive, Song Jiu was relieved and took a deep breath, he understood the meaning in Mengfan's eyes, but he couldn't pull so many people to accompany him to the funeral now, as for the grievances between himself and Hong's mother, he planned to put it aside for the time being, even if he was shaken out by Hong's mother, it didn't matter, as long as Mengfan was okay, as long as everyone was safe.

In an instant, Song Jiu gritted his teeth and made a decision, and his fingers slowly left the trigger. However, at this moment, the unexpected happened.

Everyone's attention was focused on the few people with guns against each other, and the women who had no combat power in the middle were selectively ignored, but at the critical moment, a woman close to Hongma's side suddenly moved!

Song Jiu's brows jumped sharply, and he hissed and shouted at the same time as he realized that something was wrong: "Don't!" "It's late. Amid the exclamations, gunshots erupted.

The two eyes pierced through the tongue of gunsmoke and fire, frozen in a dazzling blood. ...