With a few dull gunshots of "PuPuPu" and three blood flowers bloomed in the air. Zhang Kun groaned, but his face seemed to be without waves and no change.

Zhang Kun rushed to the dining table beside him, grabbed the white wooden chair next to him, and threw it at the two white gunmen.

The white dining table and chair flew over quickly with a look of breaking through the air. The two white gunmen's faces changed slightly. Feeling the speed of the wooden chairs rushing towards them and the huge power that seemed to be carried on them, they didn't even bother to continue shooting and turned to both sides.

Just as two white gunmen flashed over the dining table and chairs flying over and pointed the gun at Zhang Kun again as quickly as possible, the two of them suddenly paused.

Zhang Kun was breathing slightly, and in front of him, the "yellow race" was held tightly, and a short knife pressed against the "yellow race"'s throat.

It turned out that in the moment just now, after throwing out the dining table and chair, Zhang Kun followed the dining table and chairs, rushed towards the white man who was stabbing towards him, and with an empty hand, he first avoided the short knife in the white man's hand, and then hit the knife hard on the vagus nerve behind the white man's neck, instantly knocking him out.

Afterwards, Zhang Kun grabbed the "yellow race man" who was still stunned, dragged it to him, and held the short knife he grabbed tightly against the neck of the "yellow race man".

Speaking of so many words, it is actually just a flash of lightning.

Zhang Kun's breathing slightly faster, but his face was still the calm expression of Gu Jing Wubo. His eyes slightly swept over the two white gunmen in front of him, and then his hand holding the short knife tightened slightly, with a cold blade flashing, pressing tightly against the throat of the "yellow race" and then glanced at the "yellow race" from the corner of his eyes and said lightly.

"Let your guy drop his gun and exit this room."

Feeling the blade tightly against his neck, the "yellow man" didn't even dare to breathe heavily because he was afraid that if the movement was too big, the blade would directly cut his throat. He had seen the sharpness of these two short knives with his own eyes, and the real hair-breathing was blowing.

But soon the "yellow race" calmed down, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a cold smile.

"Although I knew in the information that you are very good, so I arranged for someone to deal with you with a knife on the surface, but the real killer move is those two sharpshooters who have hit every shot."

"As long as you focus all your attention on the knife hand, the two sharpshooters will shoot and kill them with one blow."

"However, I really didn't expect that even if you were so dying, you could escape..."

However, before the "yellow race" could finish his words, the short knife on his neck tightened slightly, and then a blood mark appeared on the neck of the "yellow race" and the blood began to seep down.

"Don't talk nonsense, let your people put down their guns and leave this room." Zhang Kun said lightly.

The corners of the eyes of the "yellow race" trembled, and then the corners of his mouth moved, but in the end he spoke to the two white gunmen, but one mouth was in English.

"You two, do you remember what I said before coming? This mission takes the highest priority to complete the mission goal, and your mission is to kill the Chinese behind me. Have you forgotten?"

"I have given you 70% of the commission. Now you can kill this Chinese and then go to that person with the information in the tote bag, and he will give you the remaining commission."

"So, what are you still hesitating?..." The yellow man shouted at the two white gunmen with half anger.

As the words of "yellow race", Zhang Kun's eyes sank slightly, and then he directly pressed the words of "yellow race". Zhang Kun's calm face said four words coldly: "Enough, shut up."

He was pressed hard by Zhang Kun's hand on his chest, and he pressed his words back into his stomach before he finished speaking. A discomfortable expression appeared on the face of the "yellow man" and it took a few seconds to calm down. Then his head was slightly tilted, and the corner of his eyes glanced at Zhang Kun behind him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"So you know English, why are you scared?"

Zhang Kun's eyes moved slightly, and before Zhang Kun could speak, he laughed wildly as if crazy: "Just because you want to threaten me? So what if you die? Even if you die, I will not let that bastard Chuanchang live a good life. You, the damn one who saved Chuanchang, go to hell with me."

As the crazy laughter of the "yellow race" was heard, the eyes of the two white gunmen on the opposite side were condensed. In an instant, Zhang Kun's expression changed slightly. Then, without thinking, he suddenly pushed the "yellow race" in his arms at the two gunmen, and then flashed toward him.

As soon as Zhang Kun's figure moved, two white gunmen decisively fired several shots, and several bullets drilled directly into the body of the "yellow man". The powerful impact force even allowed the bullet to penetrate directly. If Zhang Kun had not been able to move quickly, he would have been injured again.

These two bastards actually ignored the lives of the "yellow race" and seemed to completely ignore the existence of the "yellow race". The gun directly pointed at the deadly organs everywhere in Zhang Kun's body.

After a few shots flashed, Zhang Kun stepped back and rushed towards the two white gunmen.

In his perception, the "yellow race" was shot several times in a row, and two shots were directly shot to the fatal point, and there was no possibility of rescue. Once the "yellow race" died, there would be no buffer between him and the white man, and conflicts were inevitable.

Zhang Kun was very fast, and the distance between four and five meters was only less than half a second for him. The two white gunmen even had time to fire two or three shots, and Zhang Kun would rush in front of them.

As long as Zhang Kun approaches, since they have guns on their backs, there will be no room for a turnaround.

Just after two white gunmen shot and killed the "yellow race", the two people who had been standing next to him suddenly started to move before Zhang Kun was about to attack.

The two people mentioned here are another white man with a knife and Thomson who was held hostage.

At the moment when the "yellow race" was shot, Thomson seized the opportunity of the white man's spirit being slightly beaten. He grabbed the white man's right hand holding the knife with both hands, fixed the blade, and instantly squatted down, turned around, and punched the white man behind him hard on the belly.

The huge force instantly beat the white man into a big lobster with bowing. Then Thomson turned around and rushed behind the white man, grabbed the white man's hands, pressed his knees tightly against the white man's back, and then broke it back hard.

After only two extremely crisp sounds, the white man holding the knife let out an unparalleled scream, and then his hands were twisted behind him in an unnatural state.

But at this moment, the white man who had been wandering in the room after pulling the curtains out of a few people also pulled out his pistol from behind.
Chapter completed!