Stepping on the tea all over the ground, four more foreigners rushed over.

Liu Jianming kicked a M1911A1 pistol underground at Ah Sen's feet and shouted to him, "Leave the church with the fourth uncle!" ”

This place has been exposed, and I don't know how many killers there are on the other side, and if you delay here for a second longer, the danger will increase.

Ah Sen used to be an outlaw, of course he knew that he was powerful, although he is now older, and he has been wasted abroad for so many years, and his skills are no longer as good as back then, but after all, when he was young, he was also a person who overturned more than 30 people, and now he still has two brushes. He immediately picked up the pistol at his feet, escorted Long Siye and resolutely fled towards the back door of the church.

There was a curly-haired carrying a Colt "Python".357 revolver who opened his thigh and followed the two upstairs......

Liu Jianming raised his hand and shot it, and the muzzle with a silencer flashed white!

"Beep!"

The curly-haired immediately had a transparent round hole in his left thigh, and the body fluids flowed sideways, like tap water. He lost his balance and fell to his left, crushing a long white table to the ground. The plate on the table, which had not yet had time to be cleaned up, buried him entirely.

Seeing the tragic situation of their companions, the other three foreigners were all shocked, realizing that if they didn't solve Liu Jianming's big trouble, it would be impossible for them to continue to chase and kill the target of the escape, because in less than a minute, they were killed by four companions, and if they continued to ignore this guy's words, it was estimated that everyone would not be able to live.

The three foreigners turned their guns together and pointed at Liu Jianming.

Liu Jianming hurriedly threw himself to the back of the sofa, although his long-range combat effectiveness is good, but he is not an invincible existence, he is also flesh and blood, and he has to hit the street on the spot if he accidentally gets a shot, and ends the journey early, as for whether he can cross again after he dies, only God knows.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Dada-da-da!"

Two M1911A1 pistols and an Uzchong pistol opened fire and strafed the sofa where Liu Jianming was hiding.

"Puff puff ......"

There are dense holes in the sand layer, and the catkins-like white filling rushes up to the ceiling from the inside, and the whole restaurant is sprinkled like snowflakes, and the view is affected to varying degrees.

Liu Jianming took advantage of the wide angle of view of the sofa to take cover long before they strafed, and crawled under a long white dining table.

If you want to rely on the sofa as a cover, that's what only people with funny heads do, the thin wooden planks and not dense padding of the sofa can't stop the kinetic energy of the bullet at all, and if you really want to hide behind it, the bullet can only be beaten into a bloody sieve.

After a round of shooting, the three foreigners immediately cautiously covered each other and moved to the position of the sofa, wanting to check each other's health status.

Liu Jianming was lying under the table, and happened to see a pair of feet slowly moving forward in the field of vision.

Liu Jianming held the gun and aimed at one of the feet, "Beep!" "One shot!

"Poof!"

The foot and neck on the right exploded, and dripping bodily fluids splattered a large chunk of white floor.

"Whew!"

The foreigner with a scar on his face howled miserably and fell straight down.

"Beep!"

Another shot!

The miserable howl stopped abruptly, and the scar-faced foreigner had a peanut-sized hole on his forehead, and a viscous liquid was bubbling out, and his eyes were unwilling to stare at Liu Jianming who was hiding under the table, and he didn't bat at him.

"Watch out, he's down there!"

The tall foreigner reminded loudly, and with a Uzi Chong gun, he shot at the approximate direction where Liu Jianming was hiding.

"Dadada!"

Sweeping the long dining tables as far as the eye could see, the dishes on the tables crackled and burst, and broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere.

However, Liu Jianming had already crawled from under the table to the back of the dining car, stood up, and kicked on the top of the dining car.

The four round wheels of the dining car turned straight and straight, and after a short distance of rapid gliding, the dining car slammed straight into the back of the foreigner who was holding the Uzi Chong gun.

The foreigner screamed and was knocked to the ground by the dining truck.

Seeing that his companion fell to the ground, the only remaining thin ghost turned around instantly, and the M1911A1 pistol in his hand was aimed at Liu Jianming behind him for the first time.

However, he is fast, and Liu Jianming is faster than him!

I saw Liu Jianming pull the trigger violently, "Beep!" "The muzzle with the silencer burst out in a white flame.

The thin ghost guy had an extra straight bullet hole from the center of his eyebrows to the back of his head, and the bullet drilled into the center of his eyebrows and shot through the back of his head, "Bang! With a bang, he smashed the vase with yellow chrysanthemums on the cabinet behind him.

Liu Jianming stepped on the broken porcelain piece on the ground and walked to the foreigner who was tall and tall.

The foreigner fell to the ground, and as soon as he struggled to touch the Uzi Chong gun on the ground, he looked up and saw a muzzle with a silencer condescendingly pointed at his head.

“NO，NO，NO…… Please don't shoot！ The foreigner knew each other very well, and immediately threw away the Uzi Chong gun that had already been in his hand and raised his hand to surrender.

For foreigners, it is not shameful to surrender to the opponent when they know that they have been defeated, which is completely contrary to the bushido spirit of the devil and the spirit of our army to fight to the last man and shed the last drop of blood.

"Who are you?" Liu Jianming asked the ghost guy who made a surrender on the ground in English, after being a police officer on Hong Kong Island for so long, it is not possible to know English at all.

"We're the Bison Party!" The tall foreigner proudly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a black bison tattoo on his arm, and raised his head arrogantly to Liu Jianming and said: "Man, you'd better let me go, I can still say a few nice words for you when I go back, otherwise in the United States, the bison party will provoke us, you just wait to collect the body for yourself, and even God won't be able to help you then!" ”

But he secretly thought in his heart: When I go back, I must report to my superiors, and if there is such a formidable enemy, we must send more men and prepare more heavy weapons, so as to nip in the bud opponents who dare to challenge the authority of our Bison Party.

"Oh, really?" Liu Jianming responded lightly, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation, not only that, but also shot every Bison Party member at the scene.

As an Interpol, Liu Jianming still knows a lot about the internationally famous gangsters in this world.

The world's largest gang is the Riot Party, the second gang is the Red Gate led by Asians, and the third gang is the Bison Party of US imperialism.

The Bison Party is very powerful in the territory of the United States Imperialism, and since so many of them have been killed, it must not be allowed to let them know who did it, otherwise once they retaliate, it will be really troublesome to be within the sphere of influence of the Bison Party.

So, killing them all and not letting them pass the message back is the wisest option at the moment.