Chapter 135 Underestimating you

"Chen Shaoming." He found the murderer, and Zhang Chukun below discovered him as soon as he stepped on the wall. With Zhang Chukun's eyes, Liu Tingbin also saw him. Liu Tingbin didn't know that these people were not killed by Chen Shaoming. Because the other party went up to the wall just to come and kill them, he took out his gun and pointed it at Chen Shaoming on the side wall and pulled the trigger.

"No." Zhang Chukun reached out to block it, but it was too late. When his hand reached over, a bullet had already sprayed out of Liu Tingbin's muzzle, and the bullet was spinning and shooting at Chen Shaoming.

"Bang!" Dodging a bullet is of course a piece of cake for Chen Shaoming, but it is bad because Liu Tingbin's gun has no silencer, so the gunshot is particularly clear. For a moment, everyone around looked at him. When they found that Liu Tingbin was in the hand, these people who were crazy because of Xu Guiwan's singing replied a little calm, and they were all stunned on the spot.

"Ah, killing someone!" After a few seconds, I don't know who shouted, and everything was in chaos.

"Ma's." Chen Shaoming and Zhang Chukun cursed at the same time. It was obvious that there was a third force in the concert, and Liu Tingbin was so second, which made people speechless.

The bottom was messy, and Xu Guiwan, who was singing on the stage, had not noticed the situation below at this time, and was still singing passionately. The sweet voice mixed with the noisy sound was so pleasant. It was a pity that only the front row audience was still enjoying it, and the one behind had already exploded.

"Kill people, kill people!" Fear spread among the crowd, and everyone avoided it with Zhang Chukun and Liu Tingbin as the center.

"kao!" Standing among the crowd, Zhang Chukun frowned and cursed in a low voice. When he looked up in the direction of Chen Shaoming, the guy in the wheelchair had long disappeared.

"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly sounded in the distance. A spectator was still yelling to run outside the previous second, but the next second, the [chest] hurt. When he reacted and looked down, his body had lost consciousness. His eyes turned black and he fell to the ground, and blood spread under him.

"Ah!" The people around shouted and fled.

"What, what's wrong?" Xu Guiwan on the stage realized something was wrong at this time. She thought that the killer had appeared, so she looked at the position where Chen Shaoming should be. It didn't matter. There was no one in that place. The girl widened her eyes, tears instantly remained, and Huang Renyuan seemed to be dying with his eyes closed in her mind.

"Squeak!" He reached out and grabbed the wheelchair's rim and let the wheelchair stop instantly. Chen Shaoming first looked in the direction of the gunshot, and then looked at the fans who had fallen to the ground and died. Just now, in order not to cause greater panic, he got off the wall. But he didn't expect that the person next to him immediately became a murderous killer from a harmless ordinary person, and the gun also instantly pointed it at him.

Next he dodged away, and the bullet hit the fan behind him.

"Chen Shaoming, do you still want to increase your nothing more than sacrifice? The secret whistles you arranged have been wiped out by me. Let's fight me upright." The ordinary man reached out and grabbed his face, and he tore off a human skin mask, and the one that appeared in front of Chen Shaoming was a cold face.

"Hualong Mercenary Group?" Chen Shaoming said coldly at the other party.

"Long Qi." Nodded, the man said.

The scene at this time was quite chaotic, and the conversation between the two did not deliberately increase the volume, which means that no matter how good their hearing was, they would not be able to hear what the other person was saying. They were able to communicate because they had learned lip words and could read from the other person's lips what the other person was saying.

"I'm in trouble." Chen Shaoming's heart skipped a beat when he heard the other party's name.

"It seems that you know me, that's easy to deal with." Long Qi looked at Chen Shaoming, as if he could see the latter's heart. After saying that, he fired a shot at Chen Shaoming. After the bullet came out of the bore, it passed through a fan's armpit, and then wiped a person's scalp and shot at Chen Shaoming.

He controlled the wheelchair and turned around and blocked the bullet with the back of the chair. When he turned around, Long Qi was gone. Chen Shaoming looked around. In addition to the panicked fans, he was also fans, and the dangerous Long Qi must have been hidden among these people.

The reason why the Hualong Mercenary Group was able to take root abroad is not because they could train mercenaries with special forces qualities like Xiaowu, but because there was a dark team. The members of this team had no name. The code names they had were ranked according to their strength, from Dragon One to Dragon Twelve.

Zhang Chukun supported himself on his shoulder and landed steadily beside Chen Shaoming. As soon as he landed on the ground, a man on the other side widened his eyes and fell into a pool of blood.

"Dragon?" Chen Shaoming asked without looking at the other party.

"Long Jiu." The military spear was spinning in his hand, and Zhang Chukun's eyes flashed back and forth in the crowd. Everyone who walked by him would not escape from his sight. As long as the other party had any inappropriate problems, the military spear in his hand would stop and prepare for battle.

"It seems that you and me can only let go of your affairs." While speaking, Chen Shaoming pushed his hand hard on the wheelchair, and his disabled body reached the air with the strength. When he fell down, a panicked fan beside him fell to the ground with his legs covering his legs. It was obvious that he was hit by the bullet that rebounded after being hit in the wheelchair.

"They are looking for you." Wang Tao's eyes flashed with cold light. The military spear in his hand had thrown at the black shadow in front of him in an instant. A scream came. A man widened his eyes and looked at him, then touched his chest and fell to the ground in disbelief.

"Don't kill innocent people." When Zhang Chukun was about to attack, Chen Shaoming grabbed him and threw him hard. Zhang Chukun used his power to go to the stage. Before he could stand firm, Chen Shaoming had already controlled his wheelchair to the stage and continued, "Originally, their target was me, but your brother was killed so many times by them. Do you want to stand by and watch?"

"Tsk, if the mission is not for their own masters, you and I may become friends." Zhang Chukun smiled helplessly, saying that the enemy who knows him best must be the enemy. This sentence is correct. At least, the enemy Chen Shaoming has a very comprehensive understanding of him.

As the time of speaking, many fans have run out one after another, and the remaining people are no longer so dense, so Chen Shaoming and the others can easily see the two ordinary people in the crowd, but with very sharp eyes.

Seeing Chen Shaoming and the other two on the stage, Long Qi and Long Jiu looked at each other, then walked out of the crowd and slowly went on the stage.

"Not hiding in the crowd?" While playing with the military spear in his hand, Zhang Chukun stretched out his hand to the military spear inserted into the chest of the corpse under the stage. The military spear seemed to have sensed it, trembled, and then flew into his hand while rubbing Long Jiu's long shawl hair.

"You say a lot, and you don't look like a killer at all, hidden sword Zhang Chukun." Long Jiu looked at him coldly as if his hair was blown by the wind just now.

"Since you know me, why do you still touch me? You have to know that our goals are the same." Zhang Chukun looked at the other party coldly, and murderous aura had already emanated through his eyes. If he was a smiling tiger who was talking and laughing the other half a second ago, then now he is a cold-faced Yan Luo.

"Your people are very good. They found me, so they must die." Long Qi's voice was also very cold. Although he and Long Jiu stood together, they didn't look like each other, but their cold temperament was exactly the same, as if they were brothers.

"Huai Yu is guilty. It seems that being strong is wrong." Shaking his head, Zhang Chukun looked at Chen Shaoming and said, "Make a bet."

"How to bet?" Chen Shaoming asked.

"Whoever kills people faster? If I win, Xu Guiwan will hand it over to me, and if I lose, I will quit this mission."

"Okay." With the words "good" and Chen Shaoming had already controlled the wheelchair and ran towards Long Qi. He needed to fight quickly, because he didn't know why he always felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if something was going to happen, and it must not be a good thing.

Before he could arrive, the gun in Long Qi's hand opened fire, and a pistol appeared in his other hand. The bullets fired by the two guns formed a net and covered Chen Shaoming.

"Squeak!" The wheelchair stopped urgently halfway and then followed Chen Shaoming's control and left the ground. With the support on the other side, Chen Shaoming fired three shots in a row. When the wheelchair was overturned, he ran into the air and supported the ground with one hand, allowing the wheelchair to land steadily on the ground again.

"You are very strong, but you are disabled are not my opponent." In an instant, Long Qi fired all the bullets from the two pistols, and while he was speaking, he could easily dodge the three bullets from Chen Shaoming and put the magazines on the pistol.

"Is that right? The one who fought against Long Jiu seemed to have had similar ideas before, and I am alive now is a good proof." Chen Shaoming smiled faintly, and then disappeared from the spot with a whoosh. When he appeared again, he had already reached Long Qi's head.

"I have to admit that it is worthy of admiration that you can control a wheelchair with one hand to achieve such speed, but a wheelchair is a wheelchair, and disability is a disabled person, and you will never have any legs to use." Chen Shaoming, who didn't even look at Chen Shaoming, said Long Qi, then swung one leg and kicked it into the air. This time it was fast and fierce, and the bullets were followed closely by it.

"Ding ding dong dong." The bullet came first, and Chen Shaoming turned his wheelchair and blocked the bullet with the back of the chair, and then turned it back. He didn't know when the gun in his hand turned into a dagger, and drew a silver thread and headed towards Long Qi's neck.

Throwing off a pistol, Long Qi freed up one hand to grab Chen Shaoming's wrist and prevented the dagger from moving forward, while the other hand raised the gun and pointed the black muzzle at Xiao Zhenglong's head.

Without waiting for the gun to point at his head, Xiao Zhenglong suddenly accelerated his whereabouts, and the wrists that were caught by Long Qi were as slippery as loaches. No matter how hard the other party grabbed them, they couldn't catch them, and he easily pulled them back.

The wheelchair fell just under Long Qi's feet. If he didn't move, his feet would definitely suffer. So before Chen Shaoming landed, Long Qi took a step back, and at this time, he had already reached the edge of the stage.

Obviously he realized this himself, so he raised his foot and kicked Chen Shaoming in the wheelchair while retreating. Although he had changed, he opened the distance between the two sides and did not give Chen Shaoming any chance.

"It seems that I underestimated you." Long Qi really didn't expect that a disabled person could force him into such a mess. He tidied up his collar and said lightly: "I apologize to you for my previous performance. In order to express my apology, I will do my best next."

"I can't ask for it." Chen Shaoming smiled. He knew that the series of battles just now were just temptations from both sides, and now, they are finally going to take serious action.
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