Huang Lao Liu's face was wrapped in silver-gray tape, and he couldn't see anything, but he heard a gunshot. At this moment, the guess in his heart was: It must be Lao Qi who ran back to save us, and was discovered by them again.

"Old Seven, why are you so stupid. ”

Huang Lao Liu couldn't speak, so he could only shout in his heart: "What are you doing when you come back, just fight with them with a small knife, do you think you are Xiao Li Feidao?

I was anxious, but I had nothing to think about.

But then, someone came over and tore off all the tape from his head, and this person was very heavy and not polite at all. Huang Lao Liu felt that a large piece of his face had been ripped off by the tape, and thousands of eyelashes were missing, but he still squinted very hard......

Then came the big surprise.

"Is that you?"

However, these two words could not be spoken, and could only be expressed with extremely surprised eyes, because the tape on his mouth had not been torn off.

At the same moment, the seven people on the two yachts heard the gunshots from the farmhouse, and they all thought that it should be Lin Laoqi who had sneaked back and wanted to save people.

"Look for death!"

In the cabin of the yacht, a middle-aged man in a white suit, with a long scar in the corner of his eye, and his right hand holding a wine glass was obviously not very flexible, and after a cold snort, he shouted outside the cabin: "Ah ghost, take two people over to have a look, and put a few shots if there is a situation." ”

After giving the order, he himself took out a silver pistol of considerable size from the drawer of the wine cabinet, and made a gesture of raising the gun to shoot.

The action is very standard, but he is holding a gun in his left hand, because, more than 20 years ago, his right hand tendon was cut off by one of the seven tigers of Huahai, even if he went to the hospital to pick it up, but he also became a semi-crippled state, and he could only do some simple actions.

Also, the scar in the corner of the eye was also done by the tiger.

"Jiang Lao Wu, good luck, I didn't come this time. ”

He held the gun, half-squinted, as if he might pull the trigger at any moment, and muttered: "If you want your brother's life, exchange your own life!"

While he was muttering here, his right-hand man, 'White Ghost', got off the boat with his two younger brothers, and walked towards the farmhouse with his flashlight.

The two younger brothers are five-shot shotguns with sawn barrels short, and the white ghost carries an Ml6 assault rifle from Thailand, of course, the origin of this rifle is supposed to be a company in the United States or Canada.

The white ghost is Chinese New Year's Eve this year, his role is not just as simple as a gold medal fighter in the underworld gang, it can be said that his life experience is quite complicated, he was a special soldier before the age of twenty-five, came out of the army for some reason, and went to Thailand to become a professional killer.

After being in Thailand for less than two years, I felt that I really didn't fit in with life there, and I would go crazy if I stayed any longer. So he returned to China and became a professional gunman, but not a gunman who helped others write scripts, but a gunman who specialized in serving the underworld gang and really had the courage to shoot and kill.

Later, he was appreciated by the current boss 'Hong Biao' and spent a lot of money to keep him by his side, which took root in Yuntai City.

The reason why he is nicknamed the white ghost is because his hair is silver-white, and for some reason, after returning from Thailand, his white hair has grown wildly, and in a fit of anger, it is all dyed white.

Hong Biao had already said that if the matter of Huahai Seven Tigers could be solved, he would give a big red envelope of 10 million to the white ghost alone.

10 million, this is a lot, and I have to get it desperately. In the eyes of the white ghost, the Seven Tigers of Huahai are no longer human, but a vault.

A vault that belongs to the boss Hong Biao, and at the same time has my share, no one else wants to touch it!

In the darkness, the white ghost walked towards the farmhouse with the two younger brothers, but as he walked, he suddenly stopped, and made a gesture to the two younger brothers behind him to stop and not make a sound. He himself bowed slightly, his gun level, and looked at a certain spot in the grass with vigilance.

At this moment, a little brother next to him thought he was very eye-catching, and swept the flashlight beam along the ghost brother's line of sight... One

The white ghost's face changed drastically, and without hesitation, he leaped sideways into the grass on the other side of the road.

This is not afraid of god-like opponents, but afraid of pig-like teammates!

The white ghost suddenly became alert, but he couldn't be sure if there was an ambush in the grass, but with the sense of battle he had cultivated over the years, he raised his gun and aimed at a general position, and he didn't necessarily shoot, so he had to feel it quietly for a few seconds.

In such darkness, even if there are people in the grass, the place has to bear all kinds of restrictions on vision, and he may not be able to see himself.

And now, the little brother next to him pretended to be clever and shone the light there, not to tell the enemy obviously: Okay, I have found you, if you don't shoot me, I will shoot you!

Although the white ghost is not sure if there is real danger, it is not a big mistake to be careful, a roll, dodge first.

Sure enough, battle instincts really saved him.

Dada......

A certain position in the grass immediately began to spew flames, although it was not the position that the white ghost had just targeted, and the distance was only two or three meters.

"Ahh

With a scream, the two little brothers with flashlights in their hands were the clearest target in the dark, aiming at the light source and shooting, then they couldn't run away from them.

The powerful power of the AK rifle knocked a little brother down directly, and before he could lie on the ground, he was already dead.

Zi Yan shot in from the bridge of his nose and flew out of the back of his head, and the whole skull bloomed like a big chrysanthemum, and the brain inside sprayed out like ink.

In fact, this bullet was purely blindly hit, the big dragon in the grass, the first to aim at another guy, fired a few shots of 'No. 1', and the muzzle of the gun was swept all the way, one of the bullets shot the 'No. 2' in the head, and the No. 2 little brother was only hit by this bullet, but he couldn't even burst out with a scream.

Little Brother No. 1 also fell, three shots in the chest and abdomen, from the front, there were only three small blood stains on the clothes, but there were three more large holes in the back, and the terrifying kinetic energy of the internal organs and quilts was all torn, although he was not completely dead, he could only lie on the ground in a twisted position and twitch his limbs nervously.

At a distance of just over twenty meters, the lethality of AK47 is terrifying.

Bubbles have said that the comprehensive technology of the Earth World is not developed, but the research and creation of lethal weapons are quite sharp. There are some types of weapons that can deal a lot of damage to the demons of hell.

The two younger brothers had just fallen, and in the grass, the big dragon held the ground with both palms, and suddenly got up, the gun was gone, and one rolled out of this position.

Click......

The warrior's fighting consciousness also saved his life. As soon as he moved less than two meters, the original lying position was swept away by several bullets, and the blades of grass were broken, and the dust was splashed.

If the dragon's reaction had been only half a second slower, all of these bullets would have hit his wide body.

One of them missed, and the AK rifle that was still on the ground was turned over, and it is estimated that the gun was scrapped.

Fortunately, Dalong still has a pistol pinned to his waist, and he can shoot a few times at the enemy.

However, Dalong did not shoot rashly, and just after landing, there was a series of churns, changing positions irregularly, avoiding the continuous shooting of the white ghost as much as possible.

This kind of dodge is definitely useless in the daytime, according to the shaking of the grass, with the white ghost's marksmanship, he can definitely predict the trajectory of the dragon's movements, and a few bullets can hit him.

But now, Dalong has a talisman, that is, 'night', in the dark, normal people's vision can not see a few meters, and the white ghost's night vision ability is not special, the reason why he was able to shoot so accurately just now was also aimed at the position of the AK rifle spear spitting fire. At this moment, you can only shoot blindly. empty

is also listening to the voice, and the background of a warrior like the white ghost is slightly worse than that of a warrior like Dalong.

Dada, dada, dada......

The white ghost's several shots failed to touch the corners of Da Long's clothes, and this time, there were only thirteen rounds left in his magazine, which was about the same as the capacity of Da Long's hand gun magazine.

"There are thirteen bullets left...... "The white ghost is a qualified special forces soldier, and in any case, he can calculate how many bullets he still has.

In the dark, thirteen rounds of bullets are really not good to do, if you want a blind cat to touch a dead mouse, you can hit the target with a random sweep, and the hit rate is extremely ethereal.

Similarly, in the few shots just now, he was constantly moving his position, and he didn't dare to stay in one place. Otherwise, they will be killed by the flame of their own gun.

Syllable!

With a relatively crisp gunshot, Dalong pulled the trigger and shot by feeling.

Sou!

The fact that he cut off a grass stalk beside the white ghost with a gun in his hand made him very shocked in his heart, and immediately realized that in the dark, his judgment seemed to be inferior to that of the other party.

If you don't have the advantage, then retreat immediately and never joke with your life.

The white ghost held the gun, the cat bent his waist, and began an irregular mobile retreat in the grass, as long as he could withdraw fifty meters, the opponent's hand gun would not be much of a threat. On the contrary, his own rifle is not a gun, and at a distance of several hundred meters, once it hits a human body, he can still kill him.

Dalong didn't chase after him, knowing in his heart that this opponent was very difficult to entangle, and if he started a pursuit battle with him, he would have no advantage.

Originally, he planned to use up his son's bullets and then slap him to death with one of his own hands. But now, there are still a lot of bullets in his rifle, and of course he doesn't dare to chase him anymore.

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed!

The white ghost, who was retreating with a gun, suddenly stood on end with his hairs and felt ......

At first, his hand tightened, and as soon as a gunshot rang out, he pulled the trigger and fired a bullet that flew out, but he didn't know where he flew.

Then, the gun was gone.

Only then did the white ghost see a figure appear in front of him, it was him, and the splitter snatched his rifle away.

"Dalong, he didn't grab it in his hand, he only had a dagger left on his body, you come and pinch him to death!"

Luo Chong shouted, then ran away and ran towards the yacht.

The shootout between the dragon and the white ghost crackled for a long time, and the yacht must have known that something had happened, and nine times out of ten they would turn their damn propellers and flee.

If they escaped like this, wouldn't it be cheaper for one of them to flee to South Korea again!

Therefore, Luo Chong didn't care about cleaning up the white ghosts, and wanted to hurry up and get rid of those two yachts......