China, the forbidden place for mercenaries.

But compared to mercenaries that can only exist in novels, "human catnip" can obviously stimulate JC's nerves more.

Because this is also a forbidden place for "human catnip"!

Zero tolerance!

Tan Lun called this phone call and hit the point directly. He got on the bus and rushed here overnight with live ammunition.

...

...

With a "bang", before the people inside could chase after him, Han Lan and Li Mingbo kicked the door and broke in.

"Old Tan saved me!" Zhao Tangjin started shouting when he saw someone breaking in, but he didn't even see the person clearly.

Qiao Ke and others were stunned for a moment, then they reacted, looking at the two people who broke in with interest, as well as the fat man and two old men following behind.

The other people in the room upstairs who were resting were already awakened. They were sleeping with their clothes, so they lifted the quilt and came out.

"What are you laughing at? Is there so much people?"

Han Lan smiled and rubbed her fists, looking at Qiao Ke: "Which mercenary group is from? He is very brave. He is going to make trouble in China? He can't even bring guns in..."

Han Lan said halfway, and watched Joke take out his pistol from his arms, and he choked and raised his hands awkwardly.

The other people were also stunned, and then raised their hands and stood in a row under Jock's gesture.

I originally thought I would fight less and do one more fight and drag the Yaoyaoling over, but this is a big fuck!

"The imitation type 54 has a visually measured maximum bullet capacity of eight rounds. We have five of us, and he only has three rounds of fault tolerance at most."

"From his gun posture, he should rarely use this kind of black gun. If he is used to using foreign guns, he will definitely not use this kind of old domestic gun. Therefore, the hit rate is up to date."

Han Yiping muttered in a low voice.

Han Lan glanced at him and expressed her agreement.

"That is, try it..."

"Try it and see Yama together."

“…” Han Lan.

"What are you muttering?" Jock scolded and signaled his subordinates to go up and search for their bodies and tie them up.

"I bet you dare not shoot." Han Lan suddenly smiled and put down her hand.

Jock frowned and pointed the gun at him.

"Son, don't be foolish when you hit me... I'll fight, I really want to see Yan Luo!" Han Yiping persuaded anxiously.

Han Lan's lips raised slightly: "This is China. As long as you shoot, you can't escape. At worst, everyone will die together."

Two people came downstairs, holding military crossbows in their hands to aim at Han Lan.

Han Lan curled her lips and raised her hands again.

"This is Boss Han? Then this one should be the young master Ling Han Lan? Tsk, no wonder it looks so familiar." Qiao Ke smiled, "Old Hei, right? Tsk, I like listening to your songs very much, I didn't expect to see me today."

"Hahaha, it turns out that they are my own people? I am my own people..." Han Lan smiled and was about to put down her hand. Seeing him gesture with a gun, he raised it up honestly again.

"Han Lan? I know you are very good at fighting. But times have changed? These days, no one who has a hard fist is better than anyone else, but who is playing with arms. I understand?" Jock smiled and shook his head. "I wish you, a big star, don't understand these things."

“…” Han Lan.

"The person was tied up, and this boss Zhao? They also tied them together. By the way, Han Lan? There should be no one outside, right?"

Han Lan looked around and everyone in the car came over, and nodded with a wry smile.

The old seven and the eighth brother came up with a rope to tie people up.

"Be careful, this guy has fought with the bear." Jock reminded.

The people holding military crossbows behind them were even more alert.

At this moment, Han Lan suddenly laughed and said, "By the way? Since you are so afraid of me, why do you still want to arrest me? Do you need hostages?"

"???" Everyone.

Jock was also stunned, as if...

There is really no need to leave a living person?

"Brother?" The old seventh and the eighth brother also stopped and subconsciously looked at Jock.

Jock said angrily: "F**K! Why do you listen to him? You tied it up for me! Han Lan, are you professional? Why are you blindly competing?"

Han Lan shrugged helplessly.

But at this moment, a "Ouch" exclaimed from the back door, as if a stupid pig had fallen?

Qiao Ke and others obviously did not expect someone to come behind him? They looked back unconsciously.

With a "click", Lao Ba, who was searching Han Lan, directly broke his neck. He kicked the body at the two men holding military crossbows behind him.

"old……"

Before Lao Qi could speak, a cold light flashed through him first. A hole that was about two centimeters deep was cut directly on his neck.

Han Lan pulled out Suchar's sword from Lao Ba's body? He killed two people like a ghost and then lay on the ground. He jumped suddenly and killed Qiao Ke.

Although the rest of the people were shocked by Han Lan's decisiveness, they also immediately dispersed the line of dodging guns and fought for themselves.

"Bang!"

Jock didn't have time to think too much, so he shot decisively.

But as Han Yiping expected, he couldn't play with this gun. And after finally getting the gun, he had no conditions to contact and get familiar with it.

The first shot was almost aimed at Han Lan, and the bullet passed by rubbing his collar.

"brush--"

After a shot was hit, Han Lan had already bullied him.

Jock's melee ability was not weak, so he took a step back and dodged, lifted his gun and fired again.

Han Lan lifted his elbow and hit the ceiling, jumping.

Fortunately, I was not unlucky.

Then, with a muffled groan of "bang", Han Lan pressed her knee against his lower abdomen.

At the same time, Qiao Ke swung his pistol and smashed Han Lan's forehead.

The two of them were each hit, but they did not separate, and they pulled and tangled each other.

The Suchar saber in Han Lan's hand turned around for a while, and seized the opportunity to stab him in the chest, but he grabbed his wrist in time.

Han Lan swung her wrist and threw Suchar's saber as a dart nearby.

"Hiss~"

pain!

Qiao Ke tried hard to twist his body but couldn't avoid it. He was stabbed hard, stabbed from his chest and stabbed the ribs. Fortunately, Han Lan's force angle was limited, otherwise he would even have to pierce his ribs!

After stabbing the rib, Suchar's saber did not move forward, but instead fell off due to gravity.

Han Lan had a fast eye and fast foot, and raised her foot to kick the fallen Suchar saber and then slashed him.

However, Jock did not neglect because of the pain and hid his foot.

Han Lan took the opportunity to flip his hand, snatched the gun from his hand, and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

"Crack" there are no bullets.

"Your uncle! Just two bullets are just pretending to be like me!" Han Lan cursed and directly smashed his forehead with a butt.

Jock raised his arm to block it, revealing the wound that had just been stabbed by Suchar's saber and was punched by Han Lan.

Tears were overflowing with pain.

But at this moment, with a howling sound, the fourth brother swept over with his legs, forcing Han Lan to block it in a hurry, but he swept away with his legs, and took three steps in a row before stabilizing the lower plate again.
Chapter completed!