"Ahh

In the small room on the second floor, as soon as the gunshots rang out, Jiang Haifeng's screams also rang out.

This shot was fired by Yaquan, who quickly ran up to the second floor.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Jiang Haifeng lying on the ground, holding an M9 pistol high and pointing at Ma Feng.

There happened to be a man in a black suit standing next to the door, and without saying a word, Yaquan snatched the SIGP226 pistol from the other party's hand.

Pulling the safety to load, he moved neatly and raised the gun to shoot in one go.

His handsome movements were so fast that he didn't even look at him aiming, and the bullets were fired out like a rainbow.

Jiang Haifeng, who was pierced through his wrist by a single shot, screamed in pain, and his only weapon, the M9 pistol, also fell to the ground.

Skillfully firing a shot, and with a 100% hit rate, Izumi threw SIGP226 pistol back to its owner with a flick of his hand.

"How comfortable is it to be held to the head at gunpoint?" Yaquan walked inside, and said to the horse wind as he went.

Ma Feng still had that calm and self-contained murderous look, he glanced at Jiang Haifeng, who was twisting his body on the ground, and was almost rolling on the ground.

After he withdrew the foot that was still stepping on Jiang Haifeng's cheek, he looked at Yaquan and said coldly, "It's a disadvantage." ”

"Why did I just help?" Yaquan's attention had already shifted to Luo Yangyang and the saint, and when he walked in front of Ma Feng, he glanced at him slightly, "I'll clean you up later!" ”

"......" Ma Feng glanced at Yaquan calmly, who cleaned up who was not certain.

“BOSS。” Yaquan walked to the bed, took out a roll of bandages from his suit jacket, and handed it to the consecrate, "Pull it out." ”

With a hemostatic bandage to stop the bleeding, the boss doesn't have to worry about stopping the bleeding for Luo Yangyang after the dagger is removed.

Ma Feng watched Yaquan magically conjure up a roll of bandages, and his brows furrowed slightly.

How could Izumi carry a bandage with him?

He's hurt?

As if sensing Ma Feng's gaze looking him up and down, Yaquan looked back at him, casually raised his hand and patted his chest, silently hinting that he was fine.

It's a small thing, so don't worry about it.

Feng Sheng glanced at the bandage in Yaquan's hand, and his big hand reached out to Luo Yangyang's right shoulder.

He didn't even hesitate, grabbed the handle of the dagger and jerked it up.