"Twilight, let go of him. Meng Chuan'er, who was pressed on the coffee table, gritted his teeth and said.

Song Duxin had a cold face, and looked contemptuously at the stupid Bs who were holding guns at him, and where their eyes swept over, someone was shocked by the majesty in their eyes, and stepped back, and then shook the gun vigorously, as if the gun in his hand could reduce the fear brought by these eyes.

Guns are more common than sunlight and air for Song Duxin, how many times have I fought with Lord Yama along the way in the past few decades, and now Lord Yan has never won against Song Duxin once, and no matter how many guns there are, Song Duxin has also seen them. (Boss Song's side will be placed in the first article, it is expected that in the next two or three days, the growth history of the big guy and the follow-up with Meng Chuan'er, so stay tuned.) ）

But Song Duxin still let go of the old man, so they all understood that he was not afraid, but trusting, trusting this tiger than the sky, and the IQ of Meng Chuan'er, who was ruthless and different from ordinary people.

As soon as Song Duxin let go, the old man stood up with a vigorous movement and a fierce look in his eyes.

The old man sent a person out to take a look, and after a moment the man ran back and said: "Boss, there are many Chinese gathered at the door, as well as reporters, I don't count the specific number, but there are indeed a lot, and the police have also come." ”

After hearing this, the old man's eyes narrowed, staring at Meng Kuan'er stubbornly, and his hand stretched out to the nearest person next to him, who loaded the gun and handed it to the old man, and the old man walked towards the coffee table where Meng Kuan'er was step by step. The steps were slow and heavy, each step adding a little more tension to the air.

Song Duxin was horrified when he saw it, he was very familiar with this look, he was afraid that this person had a murderous intention in his heart, he wanted to kill Meng Chuan'er!

Song Duxin's brains began to tingle, he took a deep breath, his brain spun quickly, and he measured the current situation: Lin Hanchuan and Zhen Yidao must hide themselves with the crowd at the door, and they will not easily reveal the identity of the Asian Youth Club? It is impossible for Bonanno to guess that he wants to completely destroy Bonanno through today's battle.

What's more? If it was because of the duel between Bonanno and Yaqing, shouldn't they kill Meng Chuan'er? Even if you can't guess your identity? should also express something to Lin Hanchuan.

Most likely, the old man thinks that Meng Chuan'er is teaming up with the media and the police? Bonanno and the others are not sure, these are very dangerous in the house today. Instead of dying on the Yellow Springs Road? Why don't you pull Meng Chuan'er, the culprit? No loss.

The gun was unloaded, and no matter how strong he was with his bare hands, it was estimated that after killing one or two, he would be sifted into a sieve by bullets. I can't bring my mobile phone in, and the task given to Hanchuan and Yidao is not to let anyone out? And not how to rush in? So people outside can't count on it either.

Now the greatest hope is pinned on Meng Chuan'er's own crisis adaptability, but he must also do something, putting the initiative on others, which is absolutely not allowed in Song Du's new worldview.

He looked around, and there were two people whose guns were still pointed at him? The muzzles of the others' guns were aimed at Meng Kuan'er and the door—probably to prevent such a high-flying Meng Kuan'er from leaving some number of calculations.

The gun followed his gaze, and Song Duxin lowered his head and pondered? If he suddenly got his mind, he could move from the sight of these two guns to the gun that threatened Meng Chuan'er within three seconds? And [fo] take that gun down.

If you can kill the old man in two seconds, will you create chaos? The person who clamped down on Meng Chuan'er would point the finger at himself for the first time? If Meng Chuan'er reacts fast enough? If the life is big enough, it will dodge the fatal blow, and if the water is muddy, it will be impossible to tell whether the turtle is the king or the king.

The sound of gunfire will cause a commotion outside the door, triggering a series of butterfly effects at the door, and it is better to fight than to sit and wait for death anyway. Song Duxin, who had made up his mind, stared at the old man's steps towards Meng Chuan'er, and did not change his unwavering face.

Meng Kuan'er didn't know the twists and turns in Song Duxin's heart, but her own heart had turned a hundred times ten thousand times, how could she not analyze the current form, a once excellent war correspondent's sense of danger was never worse than anyone else's.

She had to speak, and Meng Chuan'er knew that she had to speak, just like communicating with kidnappers without AKs when she was in Afghanistan, just like communicating with Susicha and Dehara when she was imprisoned at the same time as Susanna, no matter what she said, she had to speak. The logic is still that logic, it is that people have emotional changes, and emotional changes will produce decision-making changes.

"Bonanno is really daring, but it's a pity that he is a little stupid. Meng Chuan'er's arm was twisted backwards and hurt, she didn't even hiss, she just gritted her teeth and said this to the old man.

The old man's expression did not change, and he didn't care what Meng Chuan'er said, Meng Chuan'er continued: "If I had the intention of ruining Bonanno, I wouldn't have brought 20 million goddess coins here. If you kill me, you will lose 100% of your money and people.

Of course, I don't like your attitude today, so even if you don't kill me, there's a 50% chance that I'll join forces with the police outside to kill you. ”

Meng Kuan'er said this very artistically, not only did not lose his dignity, but also emphasized that the police outside were not called by himself, trying to arouse the desire to survive among the members of Bonanno in the house.

The old man shook his head slowly: "Little girl, you have an aura of too cunning, which I don't like very much. Seeing God repents and asks Him to forgive a cunning soul. ”

As he spoke, he walked behind Meng Chuan'er, raised the gun, and at the moment when he was about to pull the trigger, he said that it was too late and that it was too fast, Song Duxin rolled on the spot, rolled to the right sofa and pointed the gun at the feet of Meng Chuan'er's person, stretched out his foot and kicked the other party and knelt, and the kneeling posture was neatly pounced on Song Duxin's side, and when the gun in his right hand landed, it was equivalent to giving it directly to Song Duxin.

From Song Duxin's abnormal movement to the person's gun, it will never take more than 3 seconds. The accuracy of the angle calculation depends on Song Duxin's judgment of martial arts and human nature from childhood to adulthood.

The old man's reaction was also unusually fast, and in just three seconds, he completed the three actions from holding the gun at Meng Chuan'er - to turning around to judge Song Duxin's position - to shooting at Song Duxin.

Meng Chuan'er was buckled on the coffee table, and her eyes couldn't see the old man, but she could sweep Song Duxin's movements on the ground rolling and grabbing the gun with her spare eyes, and her ears could still hear the sound of the old man holding the gun and turning to the sound of clothes and guns rubbing elsewhere.

What kind of character is Meng Chuan'er, I won't say much along the way, everyone knows that her nerves are tense all over her body at this moment, her brain is in a state of high tension, and even if there are hair-like changes in the air, she also makes her own judgment between the electric flint and light.

So in these golden three seconds, Meng Chuan'er raised his right leg and kicked back violently in the direction of the old man's voice!

"Ahh