Quasimodo didn't have a gun, he only had a crossbow, Kevin and Ellie didn't have a gun either, and there was no need for a gun in a place like the Retreat, so it should be the passengers who shot it. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Glancing out the door, Ellie, Kevin, and Quasimodo were all looking at the stairs, indicating that the gunshots were coming from the second floor.

Zhou Yu threw out the lamp plug, and the other party caught it, but did not touch the copper piece on the plug, but grabbed the part of the thread and pulled it hard, trying to snatch the lamp away.

If you simply compare your strength, you won't lose if you come ten more people, and you can pull the line back in an instant, and continue to use the lampstand as a meteor hammer, but seeing the greedy eyes of the other party staring at the table lamp, he has a new idea.

Instead of pulling the head back all at once, he slowly pulled it back, pretending to be very struggling, and occasionally put a little bit and pulled it again, as if he was fishing.

The man saw the hope of seizing the lamp, but it was easy to get rid of the plug alone, unlike Zhou Yu who could use his whole arm to circle the lamp, so he leaned forward, wrapped the wire around his wrist twice, and used all his strength to tug-of-war, anyway, as long as he didn't touch the copper piece on the plug, the lamp couldn't hurt him, and his hand wouldn't be torn off or dislocated, at most it was a little painful.

Zhou Yu wanted this effect, but two circles were still a little less, he pretended to be exhausted, took a small step forward, and the other party immediately wrapped two circles around his wrist, with a smug expression on his face, raised his other hand, holding a ballpoint pen like a dagger, and when Zhou Yu was pulled closer, he was going to use the ballpoint pen to scorch him.

Zhou Yu was dragged forward, approaching the other party step by step, watching the wires wrapped around the other party's wrists, looking at the movement outside the door, there were many people on the second floor, there were too many things to obstruct the eyes, there was no way to see who fired the gun, and why did the shot, anyway, staring at Ai Li is right, as long as you don't lose the Dream Weaver, everything is easy to say.

There is still about a meter left between the two of them, and there is already a very thick circle of elevators wrapped around their wrists, because they are competing, the wires are very tightly entangled, and they are also very messy, and it may take a long time to untie them.

Using [Bright] again, Zhou Yu stopped moving forward and asked with a smile, "Have you ever thought about how it feels to be thrown into the washing machine?" ”

"What?" The man was pulling happily, and when he heard this inexplicable question, he was stunned for a moment, not realizing that the wire seemed to be entangled in some extremely heavy object, and it could no longer be pulled at all.

"You'll find out soon." Zhou Yu said, hugged the lamp and slammed it, directly taking the man away, over the top of his head, and falling heavily to the ground.

The hand was not injured or dislocated, but the person was dizzy and nauseous and wanted to vomit, the floor was smashed, the loud sound was comparable to the gunfire just now, and the people in the cafeteria couldn't see anything, thinking that there was an explosion, and it was even more chaotic like ants on a hot pot, scurrying around, and a few hit the wall and bled all over their faces, and some even fainted.

Zhou Yu was not really fishing, he continued to smash it, it was an antique-level canteen floor, and he smashed a pit, and the loud sound of "Woo Woo" was endless, and finally someone found the door of the canteen, pulled it open and rushed out, and hit the aisle wall again.

Listening to the sound inside, the three people at the door were very curious, and finally when the door opened, Kevin stuck in half of his head, and saw Zhou Yu like a raging Hulk, constantly mentioning the young collector and smashing it on the ground, the collector was not dizzy, but his eyes seemed to be separated, the pupil of his left eye was facing outward, and the pupil of his right eye was facing up, which looked a little scary.

The ballpoint pen had already fallen to the ground and rolled to the corner, Zhou Yu saw Kevin's probe, lifted the collector and threw it around his head, and pointed at the ballpoint pen with his chin.

Kevin immediately walked in and picked up the ballpoint pen and nodded to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu smashed the collector to the ground again, and Kevin immediately pressed the ballpoint pen against the collector's back and pressed the end of the ballpoint pen.

The collector screamed, and a thick smoke with a thick stench of burning immediately rose from his body, his clothes burned, and his body quickly turned black and stopped moving.

The whole process lasted only a few seconds, but the pain experienced in those few seconds was unimaginable, with charred bodies lying on the ground, still smoking, and the stench of the kitchen that made people unable to open their eyes.

"Okay, ...... in the end" Kevin raised his head to look at Zhou Yu, and suddenly saw Zhou Yu throw the lamp in his hand to the ground and disappear in front of him.

Someone came down from the second floor, the middle-aged man in a suit, his suit was messier than after the plane fell, it was already incomplete, still carrying the silver suitcase, but the suitcase was stained with a lot of blood, after going downstairs, he immediately limped towards Elle and Quasimodo, and at the same time raised a pair of pliers in his hand, opened it, lifted it in front of his eyes, and closed it again.

His trousers were stained red with blood.

Zhou Yu saw that Elle and Quasimodo didn't move, and stood in place looking at the middle-aged man, thinking that Elle had some way to deal with the middle-aged man, until the middle-aged man walked up to her, took out a small mirror from his arms, and faced Elle.

There was a large amount of blood, internal organs, and corpse fragments in the corridor on the second floor, and judging from the clothes glued to the broken corpses, it was not only the old woman who died, but also the corpses of others.

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The battle on the second floor lasted for a short time, but it was much more intense and dangerous.

It was not a middle-aged man who shot him, nor an old woman, but the co-pilot, this small airliner was not equipped with air police, and the co-pilot was responsible for safety, he carried a gun, and after the plane made a forced landing, he was only slightly injured, and he was arranged to the second floor after being bandaged.

He just wanted to go downstairs to the toilet, and he didn't think that the corridor was the last thing he saw, and when he went out, he saw the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man also saw him.

The co-pilot nodded at the middle-aged man, he remembered that this was one of the passengers, like a business elite, and the silver suitcase should have important documents or contracts in it, so he never left it.

The middle-aged man also nodded to the co-pilot, but he didn't let his guard down, staring at the co-pilot, in case he had any small movements, the special functions of the objects are all wonderful, some are very useful, some are very wasteful, no one can say the special functions of all the objects, if there are objects that can affect the co-pilot, then the co-pilot will be a big threat.

Experiencing death once, anyone can be a little neurotic, and neuroticism also saves the life of a middle-aged person.

The co-pilot was halfway there, he was no longer the co-pilot, at least his body was no longer under his control, and the old woman in a certain room sat on the ground, found a shoehorn out of nowhere, held it in her hand, and closed her eyes.

Her consciousness was out of her body, controlling the co-pilot, walking to the middle-aged man's side, regardless of whether the middle-aged man was paying attention to herself, she suddenly took out a gun and shot it at the middle-aged man's eyes, leaned over to pick up the suitcase and ran.

The old woman thinks that the middle-aged person's belongings are in the suitcase, and as long as the objects are removed, the middle-aged man has lost the threat and can be disposed of by her.

The person that the shoehorn can control must be the person who has been touched by the user of the object, the co-pilot helped her when the old woman left the plane, and she only touched the middle-aged man in the illusion of the future, otherwise it would not be so complicated to directly control him to hand over the box.

The middle-aged man's eyes were not blind, but he was hit by the bullet and raised his head, the back of his head hit the wall, he looked back at the copy chief, and with an expressionless face, he took out a small cigar cut from the underwear pocket of his suit, and stretched out his arm to cut it at the copy chief.

The cigar cutter didn't do much damage, just cut off one of the co-pilot's fingers, and the wound was very smooth.

The old woman could feel the pain of a severed finger, and with a snort, the pistol fell to the ground, and the middle-aged man cut it again, and the finger of the other hand of the copy chief was also broken, and the suitcase fell to the ground.

The co-pilot glanced back at the middle-aged man and saw that he had already gotten up and rushed over, and instead of picking up the box, he kicked it on the box with all his strength, and the suitcase slid out and hit the wall at the end of the aisle.

The middle-aged man chased after him, took out a very flat small box from his pocket, took out a double-sided blade from it, rushed to the co-pilot's side, and lightly touched the co-pilot's back with the blade of the blade.

It was just touched, there was no scratching action, and the blade was not sharp, but the co-pilot was cut in half, and the angle of the cut was the same as the angle of the blade when it was touched.

The old woman regained consciousness after kicking open the box, shoved the shoehorn into her pocket, took the pliers again, took a small cylinder, and took out a cotton swab from it.

She opened the door and rushed out of the room, trying to immobilize the middle-aged man with pliers, but the middle-aged man already knew the room she was in, and after cutting the co-pilot in half, he did not pick up the suitcase as the old woman imagined, but rushed to the door of her room.

If the jaws of the pliers can't fit the whole person inside, there is no way to make people stiff, the middle-aged man is already close enough, the pliers are completely useless, the old woman screamed and threw the cotton swab in her hand.

The cotton swab hit the middle-aged man's leg and disappeared, and a hole with a diameter of one centimeter was opened in the place where the cotton swab was touched, and the hole ran through the thigh, if this hole existed before, then the cotton swab should be able to fly through the thigh.

Blood **** came out, and the middle-aged man snorted and threw the blade in his hand at the old woman.

At the moment before she died, the old woman realized that the suitcase was just a disguise, in fact, it was used to attract the attention of others, or to find out the enemy's things, and if it was really used to hold objects, the suitcase should be more low-key.

The blade hit the abdomen, the old woman's body was cut through a large hole, and the internal organs flowed out of it, and the middle-aged man, enduring the severe pain in his legs, leaned over and began to search for the objects on her body.

It's like a poisonous snake devouring the body of another poisonous snake.

- (To be continued.) )