Just before the first slash fell, Monroe suddenly spoke, "Don't let him shout......"

Ah Cuo instantly understood, and slashed at Zhao Laosan's mouth with the first knife. After a bloody light, a terrifying gap appeared on each cheek of the surnamed Zhao, and more than a dozen teeth fell to the ground along with half a tongue. The severe pain made Zhao Laosan suddenly wake up, he covered his mouth with his hands, and rolled violently on the ground. Blood kept pouring out of his fingers, and in a matter of moments, dark red blood was splattered everywhere.

Due to the severed tongue, Zhao Laosan's mouth was full of blood. Except for a little squeaking, there was no cry for help.

Ah Cuo looked at Zhao Laosan, who was still struggling, but did not make up for the second knife. The scene was a bit too bloody, and it was beyond his plan to make Ah Cuo a little overwhelmed for a while. At this time, Monroe, who was standing in the corner, smiled lightly, and said slowly to Ah Cuo, who was still hesitating: "Do you want to be a good person and let him go?" Then wait for him to come to his senses and take someone to find you and your grandfather. At that time, it will not only be your two kidneys, but you and your grandfather's heart, liver, kidneys, bone marrow and cornea will not be saved, and then they will be taken to the funeral home and burned. Woe to you, what did your grandfather do wrong....."

After saying these few words of lukewarm, but very standard Mandarin, Ah Cuo took a deep breath, and then raised the machete again and slashed at Zhao Laosan, who was still struggling on the ground. After more than a dozen knives were cut, Zhao Laosan stopped struggling and fell to the ground motionless.

The last knife slashed at Zhao Laosan's shoulder, Ah Cuo's force was too fierce, and he slashed at the bone surnamed Zhao, and the blade collapsed, and a half-foot gap appeared on the blade more than a foot long. Looking at the gap on the blade, a bewildered expression appeared on Ah Cuo's face, according to his plan, the pistol was just a tool for threat (even if Monroe didn't show up, Ah Cuo planned to 'borrow' his pistol when he was going to deal with the first person), and when he really did it, he had to rely on the machete in his hand. Now that the blade has broken and the original plan has been disrupted, everything is unknown how the plot will develop later.

"Don't have spare tools? It's not a good idea to change the plan temporarily, this is going to be deducted......" Monroe looked at Ah Cuo, who had already thrown away the machete, and sighed pretendedly, and then a slender scalpel appeared in his hand like a trick: "Although it is a little smaller, this gadget is really practical." As he spoke, Monroe flipped the scalpel and handed the handle side to Atho.

The foreigner in front of him became more and more incomprehensible, and after staring at him for a long time, he reached out and took the scalpel that had been handed to him. After testing the unusually sharp knife edge with his thumb, he said to Monroe: "I gave the gun a knife just now, and I will take out everything together, I guess what treasures you haven't taken out." ”

"Giving a gift is like eating a French meal, you don't have to serve the main course directly" Monroe smiled, glanced at his watch, and then diverted the topic again and said: "It's been almost half an hour since the first person came in." Plus there are already two people missing from this, won't the people inside come out to look for it? ”

"The relationship between the few of them is not as good as you think" Ah Cuo found another pistol on the miserable corpse on the ground, and continued to Monroe: "Don't look at it, they are all running errands for Zheng Xiong, there are also dozens of junior brothers under them, and secretly no one is convinced of anyone." It's all big brothers outside, let them come out to find someone, unless it's Zheng Xiong who speaks......"

After putting away the pistol, Ah Cuo dragged Zhao Laosan's body to the corner. Now there is blood in the toilet, and it is too late to clean it up in a short time, and after spraying a burst of air freshener again, Ah Cuo leaned on the door, lit a cigarette again, and took two puffs and was about to continue to extract his identity from Monroe's mouth, and when he was looking for his true purpose, the toilet door next to him was suddenly pushed open from the outside again. A red-faced and bespectacled head poked in, spewing a mouth full of wine and saying, "You two fell into the pit?" The boss told you to go back and check the accounts. After reconciling the accounts, we will go back to our own homes and find our own ......."

The man with the eyes was halfway through his speech, and he had already seen the blood in the place. After being stunned for a moment, he turned around and ran behind him. However, as soon as he stepped out of his leg, his hair was grabbed by a hand behind him. Then the man behind him grabbed him by the hair and threw the bespectacled man to the ground.

Before the man in glasses could get up, a cold object was already attached to his neck. An overwhelming sense of fear instantly filled his heart, and as the man in glasses shouted, "Someone, help......", the cold object wiped on his neck, and then a stream of bloody heat sprayed out of his neck. Like the first bald head who died in the toilet cubicle, the man with glasses covered his neck with his hands and struggled on the ground for a while, his trachea and artery were cut at the same time,

The sudden appearance of the glasses man disrupted Ah Cuo's plan, and he was still half a beat slower despite all his strength. When the glasses man shouted out, Ah Cuo's heart had sunk. At that time, he couldn't care about Menluo, and after Ah Cuo cut the neck of the man with glasses with a scalpel, he immediately threw away the scalpel, and then took out the pistol he got from the first two people. Dodge rushed out of the toilet and stood at the door of Zheng Xiong and the others' private room, the muzzles of the two pistols aimed at the door of the private room.

When the man with glasses came out just now, he didn't close the door of the private room. The crack in the door made it clear to the people inside who could hear the man in glasses shouting.

Zheng Xiong and the others are used to being powerful in this city, and after drinking it all night, their nerves are numb from drinking. No one believed that someone would move a few of them here, and after hearing the shouts of the man with glasses, several people looked at each other at first, and only after reacting for a while did they understand what was going on. But that's it, those people didn't expect that there would be enemies to seek revenge, and they thought that those three people were going crazy with wine in the toilet and were fighting with other guests. After a moment of confusion, several of them pulled out the dick, and a tall man cleared the way. Push open the door of the private room and go to the toilet to see what happened.

At the moment when the door was opened, a gunshot suddenly rang out, and the tall man who took the lead was shot in the center of the eyebrow. The leader fell to the ground on his back and died of exhaustion.

With this gunshot, a new chapter began in the half-way killing game just now, only now the game has deviated from the script. How to proceed in the future, even the creators of this script have no clue.

At the moment when the tall man fell to the ground, gunshots rang out again at the door. The two people who followed closely behind the tall man fell to the ground, and at this time, several people in the room reacted completely, and they each turned over and hid behind the sofa and other objects, and several pistols were fired in the direction of the door.

Before they could shoot, Ah Cuo had already withdrawn from the door. Although he has not suffered any losses so far, Ah Cuo understands in his heart that the initiative has been completely lost from this moment on. As soon as the gunshots are fired, within fifteen minutes, the police will arrive, and then they will have to leave here anyway. Let go of those people in the private room, and the rest of your life will be considered to be forever peaceful.

Several more tentative shots were fired inside and outside the private room, but there were no casualties. Now the people in the private room don't dare to come out, and Ah Cuo can't get in. In a moment, it was as if it were a siege.

Seeing the time pass minute by minute, in a trance, Ah Cuo had vaguely heard the siren from far away to the present. Just when he was hesitating whether to give up, he suddenly heard the foreigner's slow voice: "I didn't expect that there would be vodka of Russian origin in this kind of place, but unfortunately this wine is too strong and does not suit my appetite......"

He heard something from Monroe's words, and when he looked back, he saw Monroe standing not far behind him, holding a bottle in each hand, squinting at the Russian instructions on the bottle.

"Throw me the wine," he said, ...... Miso used the scalpel Monroe gave him to cut a hole in the sound-absorbing cloth on the wall. Then he withdrew vigorously, "Sting!" With a bang, a whole piece of sound-absorbing cloth was torn off by him.

"Young man, I advise you. Drinking can be used for entertainment, but don't indulge in it," he said, but Monroe smiled and tossed the two bottles of vodka to Atho.

Now Ah Cuo couldn't bother to twist the cap of the bottle, and he directly smashed the two wine bottles. The liquor is sprinkled on the sound-absorbing cloth along with the glass ballast. Then Ah Cuo picked up the sound-absorbing cloth, lit it with a lighter, and threw the fireball-like thing into the private room.

The sound-absorbing cloth in the private room is a flammable and heavy smoke material, and the place where the fireball touches is on fire with a "whew", and with the fire, a thick smoke quickly comes out of the private room.

After another moment, the sound of gunfire was heard again in the private room, and bullets shot down the open door. With the sound of gunshots, two or three figures burst out of it. At the same time as these people ran out, the * in the hand of Ah Cuo, who was lying on his back by the door, rang again. The pistol he got from the bald man and Zhao Laosan just now had run out of bullets, and his last chance now was the six bullets in the gun.

After six gunshots, the three men who rushed out fell to the ground. Although it was a close-range shot, it was able to solve three people at a time like this, and the marksmanship was put aside first, at least Ah Cuo's luck was quite good.