Chapter 213: Qingyan, Are You Crazy!
A row of tiles suddenly began to slide, and Li Shaoze stepped on a roof ridge covered with rubble, which was about three stories high.
Then, "Bang Bang Bang
The roof tiles were like a domino effect, and all of them slid uncontrollably down towards the eaves.
Li Shaoze, who stepped on the tiles, suddenly seemed to lose his balance, and slid towards the eaves with the runaway tiles.
"Whoa! Thunderbolt! ”
The tiles that fell to the ground were all broken into tiny pieces.
Li Shaoze grabbed the edge of the eaves and didn't fall, but his body hung in the air.
"The surname is strong! Be careful! ”
Ye Qingyan hurriedly shot at the black man who was chasing, and at the same time carefully stepped on the edge of the roof, and stretched out his hand towards Li Shaoze, "Quick, give it to me!" ”
"Stupid! I'll drag you down! ”
"It's okay, I'm not afraid, give me your hand!" Ye Qingyan half-squatted, firmly grasped the wooden beam of the roof with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand towards Li Shaoze.
Li Shaoze looked at the scar on her right palm, and his heart ached.
He turned and jumped down to the sack cart next to him, fell heavily on the sack, and then bent his legs to the ground.
Ye Qingyan watched as three black men surrounded him, and she raised her gun to shoot.
"Click!"
There are no bullets.
"!"
Ye Qingyan raised his hand and slammed the pistol over, hitting the head of the black man closest to Li Shaoze.
The black man just rubbed his head, a drop in the bucket, and it didn't have much effect on Ben.
Five or six more blacks surrounded Li Shaoze.
Ye Qingyan didn't say a word, and jumped towards the sack cart.
At the height of the three-story building, Li Shaoze's eyes widened, and he pulled out a dagger and plunged it into the neck of a black man.
A stream of blood sprayed on his handsome face, and he, ignoring nothing, stepped over to the sack cart to catch her.
It's a pity that Ye Qingyan had already landed on the sack with his knees in his arms and bounced up again.
Li Shaoze hurriedly reached out to catch her, "Are you crazy!" ”
Ye Qingyan didn't say anything, he pulled out the green frost blade on his waist, waved his hand and threw it into the eyes of the black man behind Li Shaoze.
She pushed Li Shaoze's chest, turned around and fell to the ground, pressed the black man's neck, pulled out the green frost blade from his eyes, and quickly got up and rushed towards the black man who was running.
Looking at Ye Qingyan's desperate appearance, Li Shaoze sighed, stepped in front of her in two steps, brandished a dagger, and threw himself into the flesh and blood hand-to-hand combat.
In this way, the two of them were back to back, waving their arms, and fighting against the black people who surrounded them.
Beside the two, countless blacks fell, flesh and blood flying.
"Whew-"
Zhan Feng drove the Humvee to the middle of the road, kicked the car door, rushed in front of Li Shaoze with a heavy machine gun, and fired at the black people who rushed over.
A dense stream of bullets fired at the black man on the other side of the road, and in an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and dust and bricks flew all over the sky.
Li Shaoze turned around and grabbed Ye Qingyan's shoulders and pushed her into the back seat of the Humvee, where Wang Ying was sitting.
When Ye Qingyan saw her, she instantly felt embarrassed, but Wang Ying looked confused and anxious, because Ye Qingyan was covered in blood, but not her blood.
Li Shaoze jumped into the cab and drove the Hummer to Zhan Feng's side.
Zhan Feng stepped into the passenger seat, smashed the front glass with the machine gun, mounted the machine gun on the car without glass, and continued to fire in front of it.
In less than ten minutes, the road was already full of blood and piles of bones.
"Qingyan, you're not hurt, are you?" Wang Ying grabbed nervously, and Ye Qingyan's bloodstained hands looked at it.