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Luo Yajun swaggered at the door and directly COS Rambo, and the arrogant posture with a cigarette in his mouth was like silently shouting that you are all surrounded by labor and management.

Although Agent Luo is a little bald, coupled with his middle-aged figure, it is a little reminiscent of Maitreya Buddha, but this thing has nothing to do with compassion. He held a submachine gun and didn't say a word, just swept it through, and everything that could move and jump was all right.

The gangsters who were closer to the door were already a little stunned by the grenade, and some were swept down by the shock wave, which would be in a trance, and there seemed to be a group of long-legged bunny girls swaying in front of them.

There is a Tao that is the Gatling Bodhisattva of the South, with six pure and large pipes, one breath of 3,600 turns, and great compassion for the world.

What? Got youkai?

Eat six clean armor-piercing bullets!

It turns out that times have changed, and chanting scriptures is not as effective as a gun.

Of course, Luo Yajun mainly took him by surprise. There were a lot of enemies in the hall, and not all of them were concentrated, and grenades and bullets couldn't overwhelm everyone.

After coming to their senses, the gangsters quickly organized a counterattack. Although their quasi-8 Taihang rifles were no different from burning sticks in their hands most of the time, they couldn't stand the number of them.

Moreover, submachine guns are already good at fire suppression, even if you don't aim at a large area of bullets, you still have the suppressive force. Luo Yajun soon had to find cover to evade, and the roulette table he was sheltered in was blown up by a dense barrage of guns.

Chu Cheng found that this person might also be honest and honest. During the day, it is very common to say that it is very common to kill people and bury corpses and build piles or something, and it is a posture of who cares about who cares about idle things, and who cares about SB, but it didn't take long for him to turn his head, and he directly carried a gun to the community to send warmth.

Good guys, some people seem to run away from work at the end of the day, who works overtime and who SB, but the two of them actually throw off their teammates behind their backs and sneak around to continue to match each other.

What does it mean? I'll kill you. JPG？

That's not going to work.

At this time, the crowd of miscellaneous people in the hall was not only a smuggler or a murderer in Chu Cheng's eyes, but also a walking experience bag. Every time one of them was knocked down by Luo Yajun's bullets, it meant that Chu Cheng's hero points were a little less, and if rounded up, he would lose 100 million.

Then this must not allow Agent Luo to show off alone.

There is a shooter to attract firepower head-on, so Chu Cheng's side doesn't have to be as cautious as before. Batman parachuted down directly under the cover of shadows, and approached the two gangsters at the back of the position, and directly killed both of them until they lost synchronization.

The dense fire and deafening gunfire drowned out the sound of his movements and attacks, and with everyone preoccupied in the direction of Luo Yajun on the opposite side, no one noticed that someone in the back row was stealing.

It's like when Chu Cheng was playing competitive games back then, the back row was about to stab people to the stomach in one step, and the front was facing the line like a deaf voice, and after finishing the line, he looked at the results for a long time, it was really a brother who entered the delivery room together, holding hands and watching the yin.

It can be summed up in one sentence.

There is no use for eggs.

You never know if your teammates are in Gan God and Demon.

Chu Cheng soon discovered that this Agent Luo was also very good, and he actually suppressed the other party in the face of so many opponents at the same time.

He adjusts his position while firing, always looking for cover to avoid the opponent's gun line, and constantly exposing the enemy to his field of vision through position adjustment.

If you look down from God's point of view, this is comparable to the protagonist in the Anti-Japanese War drama rushing into the enemy camp, and automatically immune to all the opponent's bullets with the shield that is suspected to be the protagonist's aura with the AT force field, and single-handedly holding the eight boxes of the king from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road.

And such a picture has become a reality here. Luo Yajun seems to be able to see through the intentions of each of them, gain insight into everyone's position, and can predict and avoid all the shots.

He moves quickly with all sorts of movements that should be premature for humans. Tables, chairs, and load-bearing columns were blasted, and debris flew all over the sky, instead serving as cover to help him avoid his vision. And he misses a shot, so that even enemies behind cover can be shot into a sieve by him at the right angle.

In a matter of moments, everyone in the hall was swept to the ground.

Batman started to cut in from the rear of the enemy, walked on his knees the whole time, and he was covered by gunfire and he was in pitch black, plus he was a stealth master who was good at eliminating sounds, and Luo Yajun didn't see him the whole time.

But if you don't see it, it doesn't mean you don't notice it.

All twenty-two enemies in the hall were brought down. Luo Yajun carried a cigarette and a gun, got up from behind the gambling table full of crater debris, and walked through the hall filled with blood and the smell of gunsmoke, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

If it were someone else, it might be difficult to tell how many of them were killed by themselves after such a fierce and chaotic shootout. To put it bluntly, shootouts like this are all firepower.

Thousands of miles of karma are involved, who is killed depends entirely on fate, and no one can tell who is in C and who is lying on their side after finishing work.

But Luo Yajun is different. He knew exactly where each bullet went, there were twenty-two people in the hall, and it looked as if he was in Rambo, but he knew that he had actually killed nine.

The remaining thirteen were not overwhelmed by his fire, but someone else.

The most terrifying thing is that he can only reverse the conclusion that there is someone else here through unreasonable results, but he is completely unaware of that person's existence during the battle.

Luo Yajun's brows tightened.

This is almost unheard of. He is quite confident in his own abilities, and he is in control of every change in the battle situation, every enemy movement and intention. Even if the other party is a special person, he is confident that it is impossible to completely avoid his own eyes and ears.

But someone just did it.

It looked like he was standing alone like a Terminator now, but he knew it wasn't true.

There's something else here. Like a ghost, it silently swept through the fiery battle, swinging its transparent scythe like a grim reaper.

It killed thirteen people at will, and it didn't even realize that it was in the middle of the battle.

"Interesting."

After figuring this out, Luo Yajun was not afraid, but laughed out loud. He glanced around the empty hall, snorted, lit a new cigarette, and walked deeper through the wreckage.

He couldn't find where the "ghost" was, so he simply didn't look for it.

In any case, the purpose of his trip will not change.

In fact, to say that the purpose is also very simple, Luo Yajun feels that he should be a very good person. In his opinion, some people in the city are like maggots in the gutter, they can't usually see him, but once they see him, they will feel sick and nauseous, and if they don't get rid of him, they will never be able to sleep well.

He wanted to come, so he came. Just like when he broke the neck of that pedophile in the interrogation room, it was just a whim.

Just like the billionaire in Gotham who likes to put on a cloak and fly out to beat people on a whim, Konoha's two pillars always want to find someone to fight on a whim. People always have all kinds of hobbies on a whim, and Agent Luo's personal hobby happens to be pest control.

Besides, it's part of his clean-up plan.

Kill all potential infection targets, this infection will never be able to spread, right?

It was reasonable, and even he believed it.

Luo Yajun walked ahead, and Batman also silently followed in the shadows.

While Chu Cheng was operating Batman forward, he also felt a little strange in his heart.

Listening to the two minions chatting just now, their gang leaders should all be gathered inside for a meeting. The gunfight just now was so intense that it almost pierced the ceiling.

This side is a single stealing tower, and this will all go to the crystal, but the gang inside has no movement. Even if it's just a king, at least you should give a reaction if you poke it, right?

Finding the internal conference room, Luo Yajun first emptied a whole magazine through the door to show friendship. After the strafing was finished, he kicked the door open and strode in.

But there was no one inside. But the table was in shambles, with food that had been smashed to pieces, and cigarette butts that had just been extinguished.

There are many signs that there were people here a few minutes ago.

Luo Yajun soon found an inconspicuous small door in the room. It seems that these cowards thought about the possibility of such a day when they first built the casino, and they had already prepared a way back.

The gang leaders who were meeting had indeed slipped out the back door under the leadership of their leader, Tomohiko Nagase, and had now just run into the underground parking lot.

Tomohiko Nagase scolded while running from the bottom of his heart, and he also felt that he had been really evil recently.

Doing business was done by someone, and the second grandmother found out that the second grandmother was her sister, and Duan Yu turned out to be me.

casually killed a nobody, but in the past few days, it was like hitting a ghost, and he hadn't sorted out anything clearly, and today a group of crazy people came out of nowhere to end his lair.

But it doesn't matter.

He has climbed from the grassroots level of the organization to his current position, and it is not unheard of when it is worse. He is confident that he can make a comeback.

Syllable.

All the lights in the underground parking lot suddenly went out, and the endless darkness suddenly dominated the entire parking lot, and the leaders who were fleeing were nervous at the same time.

Immediately afterward, a creepy voice echoed in the empty parking lot, as if riding the cold wind.

They heard...... Laughter.