Shirley Yang reacted quickly and quickly ducked behind the dragon chair, three steel arrows shooting into the air against her arm. Seeing that the blow missed, I secretly cursed in my heart. While she didn't show up, I hurried forward and hid behind a large pillar. The distance between us is shortened, and the crossbow will shoot harder. I silently counted the number of bullets in Shirley Yang's hand, there should not be much left. After a fight with the black demon just now, there were only two boxes of ammunition left in her original reserve, and just now there was a confrontation with me and the fat man, and it is estimated that there is at most one box left. As long as she runs out of bullets, it's easy to say, with the weapons in the hands of me and the fat man, taking her down is a matter of hand.

I loaded the steel arrows and took a deep breath. I just observed that although this dragon chair is beautifully carved, there is a large gap in the carving of the dragon soaring on it, which is enough for a steel arrow to pass through. If I aim for a gap and shoot an arrow, Shirley Young will definitely show up and hit me while I'm out to release the arrow, and then the fat man can kill her with one shot. It's just that I'm going to take a bit of a big risk, maybe before the fat man can kill her, she'll kill me first. But there's no risk to succeed, and I'd rather get shot than let her snatch the throne of the dragon chair. Thinking of this, I was ruthless, and suddenly dodged and fired arrows at the dragon chair, and sure enough, the steel arrow shot through the gap in the dragon chair, and Shirley Yang immediately appeared from behind the dragon chair and aimed at me. I shouted, "Fatty! After shouting, he immediately rolled on the spot. The fat man quickly raised his gun to shoot, only to hear an "ah", and Shirley Yang leaned back on the dragon chair in pain with his left arm clutched.

"Hit!" I was overjoyed, but I heard a bang, and the fat man quickly stepped back, only to see a bullet hit the fat man's foot. The fat man said hatefully: "Damn, my marksmanship is so good even after being injured, Lao Hu, if I don't clean her up today, I'll practice guns for so many years!" The fat man also hid behind a pillar, and the two of us waited with bated breath for Shirley Yang's next move, but we waited for a long time and saw no movement.

"That slut can't be running away, right?" The fat man didn't say anything, and he mouthed me. I'm also a little out of breath, this hall is so quiet that there is no sound at all, Shirley Yang was shot in the left arm, it shouldn't be able to last long. I picked up another steel arrow and loaded it on, quickly dodging out of the pillar, aiming at the gap in the dragon's chair and shooting it. With a "whoosh" of steel arrows, it passed through the dragon chair again, but I didn't see Shirley Yang come out and attack me again. Could it be that she has learned wisely and knows that I and the fat man should attack alternately, and she can't take advantage, so she waits for an opportunity to hide and wait to eliminate us?

Seeing that Shirley Yang had not moved for a long time, the fat man couldn't hold his breath, loaded the bullet, quickly moved out of the protective range of the pillar, outflanked it from the side, and ran behind the side pillar of the dragon chair in a few steps. The fat man nodded at me from afar, signaling to me that he was about to attack, and let me cover. I reloaded the steel arrow and nodded in response. The fat man dodged and aimed behind the dragon chair, but slowly lowered the gun.

"She ran away!" The fat man shouted. Ran away? I hurriedly ran to the back of the dragon chair to take a look, and sure enough, there was no one left, and there was a pool of blood on the ground, presumably she was not lightly injured. The fat man and I ran along the bloodstains left by Shirley Young, only to see the bloodstains go around the screen behind the dragon chair and go out through the back door.

I muttered, "Looks like she escaped through the back door." According to my estimate, she should not have a few bullets left, maybe she knows that she is not defeated by the two of us, so she only has 36 plans to go. ”

The fat man gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, even if she is smart, if she stays here, I will have to beat her into a sieve with a shuttle bullet." I said, "Let's go out and find her." Although she was injured, she was born in the U.S. Navy, and her body was not ordinarily good, so if we didn't eliminate her, we would be leaving ourselves in big trouble. Maybe she's hiding somewhere to plot against us. ”

The fat man nodded and said, "Well, you have a point, let's go out to find her." With that, I stepped out the back door and continued to look for the bloodstains, and I followed closely. Shirley Young's blood trailed down the platform at the back door and straight to the front door, and it was gone when we reached the steps we had come up from. The fat man and I stood at the top of the steps and looked down, only to see that the cloud and mist were even more intense and ethereal than when we came, and there was nothing to see below, only the steps in front of us.

The fat man turned to me and said, "Is she too injured to run out of this Taihe Palace?" ”

I shook my head and said, "I don't know, maybe." Now that she has run out of this Taihe Palace, let's not rush to kill them all. The fat man nodded, and was just about to speak, when he suddenly threw a hard object from below and smashed it on the fat man's face, and the fat man covered his eyes and squatted down with an "ouch". I looked down and saw that the hard object was the Browning pistol that Shirley Young had been holding in his hand. At this moment, Shirley Young jumped up from underneath and swung his right fist hard at me. I raised my steel crossbow and waved it to block Shirley Young's fist. It seems that she has run out of bullets, and I am secretly happy. If I used hand-to-hand combat, she wasn't my match, not to mention that she had already injured one of her arms.

Shirley Yang's eyes are fierce, and her shots are ruthless and heavy, don't look at her already injured and a woman, but the hand-to-hand combat skills of this US Navy force are really not to be underestimated. Shirley Young was able to tie with me. I was a little anxious in my heart, and I saw that the fat man was still squatting on the ground and covering his eyes with his hands. Shirley Jan slashed my shoulder with a backward swing leg. I dodged and punched her in the temple. Shirley Yang leaned back, dodged my punch lightly, and kicked me in the face with another leg. I spotted the speed of her kick, reached out and grabbed her calf, pulled it forward, and then punched her in the chest. Shirley Yang kicked me hard with his other leg, and I was in pain for a moment, and both of us fell to the ground. I stood up with a carp, only to find that Shirley Yang seemed to have hit a wound on his left arm when he fell, and he was curled up on the ground in pain and couldn't get up. Seeing that this was a good opportunity, I stepped on her injured left arm, and she screamed in pain and grabbed my calf with her right hand. I jumped away from her and was about to kick her, but the fat man next to me suddenly stood up and kicked Shirley Young in the stomach. Shirley Yang grunted in pain, curled up, and the fat man kicked her down the steps, and Shirley Yang rolled down the steps, through the thick clouds, and was out of sight. Still resentful, the fat man picked up his Chicago typewriter and fired at the bottom of the steps, and although he couldn't see anything, and he didn't know whether he had hit or not, the fat man still hit it soundly.

It wasn't until the shuttle bullet was empty that the fat man stopped, rubbed his swollen eyes and spat hatefully: "Damn, the little slut is so ruthless, he almost blinded me this time." "I saw that the fat man's right eye was so swollen that he could barely open it, and it was squinted into a slit, and his eyeball was bloodshot. I patted him on the shoulder as a comforting gesture, but couldn't say a word. We finally beat Shirley Young to death, and she wouldn't be an eyesore in the dragon chair, but why can't I be happy? On the contrary, I felt a sense of uneasiness in my heart, as if I had forgotten something very important.

The fat man picked up the pistol thrown by Shirley Yang and looked at it, and when he saw that there were no bullets, he threw it away. The fat man saw that I hadn't spoken for a long time, and said strangely: "Old Hu, you shouldn't be distressed, right?" This Shirley Yang didn't relent when he hit you just now. I shook my head and said, "It's not distressing, I have nothing to feel sorry for, isn't it just a woman." But why do I always feel like I've forgotten something? Why didn't I feel relaxed when we killed Shirley Yang? ”

The fat man said disapprerovingly: "Don't think about it, whatever, let's go back to the main hall." "I couldn't think clearly for a while, so I simply returned to the main hall with the fat man. The hall was still cold and spacious, majestic and majestic, only the bullet marks on the dragon chair and the hat that fell to the ground could see the traces of our fight just now. In the center of the main hall, the dragon chair was quietly placed there, and when we saw the dragon chair, the fat man and I couldn't help but walk over. I saw the fat man walking towards the dragon chair, and I felt nervous in my heart, and I couldn't help but walk a little faster. Unexpectedly, when the fat man saw me walking in front of him, he also quickened his pace and walked in front of me. I was shocked: Is the fat man going to grab this dragon chair with me? Turning his head to peek at the fat man's face, he saw that he had a stern face, pursed his lips, and walked without squinting.

Seeing that the fat man was walking faster and faster, and was about to walk to the dragon chair, I was in a hurry, and grabbed the fat man and asked, "Little fatty, what do you mean?" Why are you walking so fast? ”