In this world, there are several kinds of people that it is best not to mess with, and one of them is the outlaw.

As the saying goes, if you are willing to cut your body, the emperor will pull off the horse.

Now it's too late for the lobby manager to regret it.

Song Ziyu's muzzle was pressed against the manager's head, and the special material of the muzzle made the lobby manager's face deformed.

Anyone could tell that the lobby manager was scared.

At first glance, Song Ziyu seems to be in control of the scene.

But that's not the case.

Song Ziyu's expression was very ugly.

I was inexplicably forced to this point, no matter what the result was, in fact I had already lost.

Porcelain does not touch the tiles.

What is he, and what is this lobby manager?

If you want to let yourself personally target this lobby manager, you have already fallen behind.

Song Ziyu sighed secretly, even if he got this guy, even if he broke this blind thing with one shot, so what?

I'm not disgraced by others.

And......

Song Ziyu looked around and found that the sound of the fight had attracted more hotel security guards and people watching the excitement, and the place where he was had been surrounded by water!

Such an environment is not conducive to getting out of your whole body.

Damn it!

At this time, there are still many guests who have entered the hotel and are coming to this side, and it seems that eating melons is regardless of social status.

Song Ziyu's face was pale!

Being watched by so many people.

What the fuck!

I seem to have a precursor to social death.

The more Song Ziyu thought about it, the more angry he became, and then he turned on the safety of the pistol, and then pressed the muzzle of the gun against the manager's temple: "It's all because of you, you have forced Lao Tzu to this point, and you can be regarded as talented." Believe it or not, no matter what happens next, I'm going to blow your dog head right away."

The sweat on the manager's face was pouring down.

At this point, the guy finally knew that he was afraid.

"Don't, get shot, there must be some misunderstanding here." The lobby manager wanted to lighten the mood.

But someone simply doesn't give this a chance.

At this tense moment, Brother Li, who was watching the excitement not far away, shouted excitedly:

"Shoot!"

"As long as you dare to shoot, I will respect you as a man."

"That's it, let's do it."

"My son doesn't do anything."

"If I were you, I'd have to kill a fish and die in the net."

"I'm afraid of a ball, but after eighteen years, I'll be a good man again."

Brother Li and his gang of men let out a coaxing laugh, which was obviously very inflammatory, not only adding fuel to the fire, but also making the emotions of both sides tense.

Song Ziyu was extremely passive at this time, it was simply difficult to ride a tiger, and the situation was a little out of control.

"Put down your gun!"

"How dare you make trouble here?"

"You're so daring!"

"Put down the gun and confess leniently, and resist strictly."

"Everyone's ready."

"There's a thug here, and they need support."

"Go get the snipers."

The number of security personnel who came from the surrounding support increased, besieging Song Ziyu in the center, and the matter was completely beyond the scope of Song Ziyu's ability to handle.

Song Ziyu suddenly realized a problem!

The identity and status of this lobby manager in his own hands are completely insufficient to become a "hostage" with weight that can make people jealous.

How is this good?

Before Song Ziyu could come up with a way, the hotel manager who was pointed at gunpoint at this time saw the others who came to support, and he suddenly became confident again.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're shooting?" The manager forced his composure and actually began to speak to stimulate Song Ziyu.

"I don't believe you have the guts to shoot!"

The manager saw that Song Ziyu didn't pull the trigger for a long time, and his expression gradually became hideous.

"Boy, I bet you don't have bullets in your gun......

The manager roared, like crazy.

The lobby manager is gambling, gambling with his dog's life.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Three gunshots were deafening.

The bullet grazed the lobby manager's skull, popping three bullet holes into the ground.

"You're really not afraid of death?"

Song Ziyu grabbed the handle of the gun and directly put it on the manager's skull, and the manager's head was opened on the spot.

The manager who was in pain screamed, "If you have a kind, just kill me!" If you kill me, you will all pay for your lives...... Hiss...... Ouch."

Song Ziyu's face was pale, and the fingers holding the gun were extremely pale.

True!

Killing this manager is like a little ant, but how can he get out of the way after killing someone?

In other words, there is no way to get out of it tonight!

"Prepare for the breakout." Song Ziyu whispered to his subordinates.

"Boss, there's someone blocking behind you."

A Yongsan soldier responded.

"Boss...... Look!"

Another Longshan soldier looked at the tall building in the distance, and Song Ziyu looked at it and found the inadvertent refraction of light, which was a sniper rifle being adjusted.

Song Ziyu's heart sank to the bottom.

"When the fight starts, you run, no matter what, you must survive."

Song Ziyu said to Duan Yin'er apologetically, "I'm really sorry to involve you."

Duan Yin'er, who was pale, also realized that the situation at this time was not good.

"Don't panic, there's me!" Duan Yin'er took the initiative to ask Ying to walk out of the crowd and then said loudly: "I am Duan Yin'er, and my father is Duan Longxin, the envoy of the Zhizhou Protector......

Duan Yin'er used her trick "Father's Name".

In the past, as long as Duan Yin'er used this trick, any trouble in any scene and any situation could be easily solved.

Because Daddy's name is a pass in Zhizhou, it's quite useful.

In Duan Yin'er's mind, it should be the same today.

Today, however, it is like seeing a living ghost. After Duan Yin'er reported her father's name, she did not receive any expected effect, and only a burst of ridicule was ushered in.

Li Ge'er and the others took the lead in coaxing: "Nine of the ten people who came here today are overseers, and you are a protector of the army."

"That's it!"

"I'm embarrassed to be embarrassed."

"I don't know if it's true or not."

"Maybe it's fake?"

"Nine times out of ten, I'm a little liar."

"You don't want to think about it, what kind of identity the protector is, his daughter will dress like a rickshaw driver, don't you say that others think it's a low-profile version of Camel Xiangzi."

"Hahahaha."

With Brother Li'er's gang leading the rhythm, Duan Yin'er's identity immediately became a mystery.

"Don't let them go, these people are liars!"

The manager regained his strength from his pain and let out a hysterical roar.

"Shut up." Song Ziyu is a little poor in donkey skills, and in the face of this kind of cub who is bent on being a martyr, Song Ziyu can't seem to think of how to punish him for a while.

At this time, Yin'er was deflated, and she was also trembling with anger.

"What to do, I seem to have become a fake."

Duan Yin'er retreated to Song Ziyu's side and said with a crying voice.

That's when the girl knew she was afraid.

"When the fight starts, you can run, and I will come to the palace in person."

Song Ziyu was heartbroken, knowing that he couldn't be good today, so he began to bullet the pistol in public.

Because he came to the dinner, Song Ziyu brought weapons

Very little, just a pistol for self-defense.

However, this does not prevent Song Ziyu from killing people and seizing guns.