The blue brick floor, the carved beams are painted, the walls are painted in antique colors, and the sunlight leaks into the appliqué windows.

The shoes are covered with a thin layer of gray and walk steadily, and the M1932 swings naturally with its arms, the safety is turned off, and the bolt is opened, flashing a faint blue when passing by the light.

The hallway wasn't long, but he seemed to walk slowly.

Some people appeared at one end of the corridor in a panic, saw his black back with a gun, and subconsciously thought him as a gangster and screamed in panic; someone appeared at the other end of the corridor in a panic, and saw him coming with a gun but couldn't see the eyebrows and eyes under the brim of his top hat, as if the whole corridor seemed to be full of murderous intentions, and subconsciously his legs were weak, and he fell, and he was paralyzed on the ground and moved backwards and couldn't make a sound.

He turns a blind eye to all this, has a clear mind, wants to do what he has to do, the goal must die, it is the beginning of chaos, to end it all before the dust settles, and then start looking for the girl, this is a robbery not a battlefield, the girl will not be noticed. The target was helped to run in the direction of the backyard, so now he walked in the direction of the backyard through the side corridor, like a desperate black impermanence.

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The courtyard under the sun was in shambles, some people were trembling and some were crying, more than a dozen masked people were entering, all holding box cannons, the bullets in their pockets were rattling, they were naturally divided into three groups, a few walked to the courtyard on the left, a few leaned against the courtyard wall on the right, and the rest followed the leader, swaggering and standing in the courtyard, waving their fingers at will.

"Isn't it a birthday? What about the old turtle grandson? Well, Lao Tzu is waiting to pay him a birthday!" The masked man at the head looked at the empty chairmanship, tickled the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and scratched the back of his head, not caring that the safety of his gun was closed, and it was ready to fire at any time.

"That turtle grandson must have run to the back, want to run through the back door, right? I'll chase after you!"

A masked man waved his hand and led several people straight to the atrium.

The masked man at the head sat down beside him, and casually picked up a wine glass: "Run, his whole family is here, right? I think he dare!" Then he lifted the masked scarf and drank it all: "Tsk—good wine!" and kicked the shivering guest next to him: "Ahem...... What kind of wine is this?"

"I ...... I do not know...... I don't drink alcohol...... I ......"

Boom—the gunshot rang out, and the man crouched to answer the question turned into a fallen corpse, the blood flowing in the sun was not bright red, but thick and dark.

"I'll ask him to answer the question, what kind of fart is he putting out? It's the most annoying thing!" the masked leader shook the muzzle of the gun, indignant, and said to the surroundings, "Who is surnamed Zhao?" ”

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In the first time, the little red tassel got into the curtain under the stage like a mouse, she pulled the baggage, crawled with her hands and feet and ground dogs, muttered and cursed the grandmothers of those bandits, a group of idiots who are not people, can't they appear later?

Puff –

The invincible comrade Hongying in the world was actually scared once, his hands and feet slipped separately, and he was lying on the spot like a little king, staring at the big eyes and choking speechless, with a big flower face, blue in front of her. The big flower face of emotional singing also drilled down, and under the poorly lit stage, she almost scared the little red tassel who was caught off guard to death.

"Get out of the way!" Dahua's tone was very unpleasant, but he didn't dare to say too much.

Xiao Hongying's frightened expression disappeared, and her little face darkened in an instant: "Do you want to bully the small with the big? Believe it or not, I'll start calling now!"

This unceremonious butt bump was unexpected by Dahua's face, and he blinked his eyelids full of oil paint and looked at the crooked braid for a few seconds: "Okay, I said let's let, okay?"

"Good dogs don't get in the way!

Dahua's face was speechless, he finally understood that he was facing a nonsense goods, so he simply didn't say anything, stretched out his hand, and pulled the little one away from his face.

"Oh? you...... Aunt and grandmother, I still ......" The little red tassel who was crooked on the side curled her braids and climbed up again, in fact, she didn't dare to shout, but she had already made up her mind to scratch his bullying face, because he didn't dare to make a sound.

was about to perform ecstasy, but he stopped his movements and couldn't do it, because the big flower face was lifting a square board on the ground, and Xiao Hongying was lying on top of it just now.

The swarthy mouth of the cellar, the staircase that descends.

"Uh...... All right...... I'm in the way. Hehe...... Hehehe......"

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傩 (nuó), ancient and mysterious, is an obscure ritual, also known as a nuó. In this ceremony, people put on willow masks and play the role of a god to drive away plague spirits and purify evil spirits. This kind of mask is called the Nu mask, because it was born of fear and awe, so the Nu mask always seems obscure, hideous, and mysterious.

A mask appeared, with a green face, fangs, and red hair. It was clear that it was broad daylight, and he knew that it was a willow mask, and he knew that it was a person wearing the mask, but the person who saw it was still afraid! The man wearing the mask was not only carrying a gun in his hand, but also not only him, but also a second, third, and fourth......

One after another, gunmen wearing masks walked into the back door of the Zhao family's compound, making the scene look weird, and a body that had been shot lay by the back door.

The people who fled from the front yard to the back yard were stunned, and finally one of the frightened people screamed in horror.

The scream came to an abrupt halt as the screamer fell on his back, his eyes staring blankly into the blue sky and the sun.

A dozen people in the masks all entered the back door, and the last one stopped inside the door, tied up, and stood like a puppet.

One masked man faces another: "They said it was the robbers who shot in the front yard. ”

"Robber?" The man behind the mask didn't know what his expression was: "It's not that simple!"

"What shall we do?"

"There is no turning back from the bow. If they are really robbers...... That's their bad luck!"

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It was pitch black in the tunnel, and the big flower face walked a few steps ahead.

"What house are you?"

Xiao Hongying was quietly pulling out her big-eyed from her arms, and instead put it into her right trouser pocket, turning off the safe, and holding the handle of the gun without separating.

"Singer, how do you know that this is authentic?"

"It seems to be a rubber. Dahua muttered to himself in the darkness ahead: "I said that you will not let go of the oil burden." ”

"Hey, why did you stop?"

"It's over, of course. ”

"Huh?" Xiao Hongying was dazed, how many steps had she walked?

There was a creak, leaking light, and Big Flower Face was walking up a wooden staircase, which seemed to be a room.

"Lack of heart? This tunnel can't lead to the outside? The yard leads to the house? What a stupid fool to repair?" Xiao Hongying is angry, who can not be angry?

"You're calling a fart, does it have anything to do with you!" Dahua pulled off his costume and pushed open a cabinet by the wall, revealing a small space on the wall, which happened to have a wooden box embedded in it. Take it out, open the lid, and take out the contents of the box.

Xiao Hongying's big eyes immediately straightened, and instantly forgot to continue to complain, forgot the absurd scene outside, forgot whether the fox was still on a mission, forgot everything she could forget, and just stared at the object in Dahua's hand, and gradually grinned and couldn't hold back her saliva. That's a ...... Submachine guns!

Thompson submachine gun, M1921 model, point four or five caliber, front and rear double grip with stock, fifty rounds of drums. The little red tassel tube is called a 'submachine machine gun', the reason is that the Chinese people who know the goods call it 'submachine gun', this gun is a copy of the Thompson M1921 of the Taiyuan Arsenal, and each gun is marked with the words 'submachine machine gun'. As a result, many Chinese people gradually confused submachine guns, submachine guns, machine guns, and ...... Is it a submachine gun or a machine gun? Pretty much the same, anyway, a gun that blows up the sky can be called that.

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