In front of the exit of the sports center, Qian Mo used his strength to stand up, and the heel of his right foot swept onto the arm of the man wearing a skull T-shirt like a kicking ball. He spun half a circle in the air, and finally stood firmly on the ground with both feet. However, Qian Mo's
Your face becomes whiter!
The gunshot wound on his back that touched the bone made Qian Mo take a breath after completing this action. However, even though his face was pale, he did not moan excessively, and looked at the man who fell to the ground with cold eyes.
The steps moved. Qian Mo, who was at the door of the sports center, had just stepped out of the threshold with his right foot. However, when his right foot was about to land, Qian Mo did not continue to step down. Instead, he retracted his steps and stood at the door of the sports center, unable to leave.
one cent!
The moment Qian Mo's right foot just stepped out of the threshold, he felt that he was being watched closely. This feeling was ethereal and real, which made Qian Mo's heart skip a beat, as the other party had follow-up actions!
Without going out, he stood still and scanned the surrounding high-rise buildings. The glass green walls of the buildings reflected all the surrounding advertising banners. Qianmo could not find the specific source of this danger in Nuokuan's territory.
The man in the skull T-shirt who was kicked had already climbed up while Qian Mo was scanning his surroundings. He suppressed the spasmodic trembling of his arms and ran towards the red Santana on the roadside. In that car, he was the one who survived.
only hope
Qian Mo naturally saw the man's actions, but Qian Mo did not walk out. The sense of crisis hit him as soon as he walked out of the door. Qian Mo did not have the noble sentiment to take risks, but just watched the man leave, Qian Mo did
Not even there!
'Whoosh!' Pulling out the stabbing dagger from the ankle, there is no miraculous performance like Xiao Li's flying knife in Gu Long's novel, cutting the throat at a hundred meters, but it is not difficult to hurt someone within a distance of more than ten meters, with a 'whoosh' sound, the stabbing
The dagger was already inserted into the thigh of the skeleton man. The latter grinned, lost his balance and fell to the ground again.
The man in the skull T-shirt glanced bitterly at Qian Mo, who was standing at the gate of the sports center behind him. Panic-stricken people kept pouring out from behind him. However, because of Qian Mo’s kick just now and the blood-soaked back behind him, he was in a panic.
But the crowd took the initiative to avoid this person who smelled of blood. They didn't care about the matter. They just wanted to escape from the place of right and wrong.
Before Qian Mo could make the next move, the phone in his belt vibrated. He took it out and looked at the caller. Qian Mo pressed the answer button.
"Xiao Li, what's the matter?"
"The flying dagger just now was beyond my expectation. I didn't expect that the hand shield could have such a move."
In the room on the 19th floor of the office building northeast of the sports center, Xiao Li looked at the situation on the ground below the 19th floor through the sniper rifle scope. In the picture of the scope, there were panicked crowds and people who fell to the ground.
The man in the black T-shirt on the roadside, and on that man’s thigh, there was a stabbing dagger that penetrated ten centimeters into the skin.
"You also have a lot of tricks that I don't know about." Seeing the man in the skull T-shirt in front struggling to get up and limping towards the red Santana on the roadside, Qianmo was not in a hurry at this time, because
Xiao Li has arrived nearby, and the other party cannot leave.
"Haha, each other." Xiao Li's tone was quite relaxed. He was not taboo about this seemingly suspicious topic, because they all knew that everyone had their own secrets. Qian Mo had his own, and so did he. They also had their own secrets.
No need to fully understand everything
Without continuing to argue with Xiao Li, Qian Mo said, "How many people outside are ours?"
"Four sniper rifles, all at the commanding heights." The vague smile on Xiao Li's face suddenly disappeared because of Qian Mo's question. According to the question from the hand shield, Xiao Li knew that there was someone else underneath.
Aiming at Qianmo!
"Can you feel where the other party is?" Xiao Li stood up straight, took the telescope next to him and looked around the situation from the side of the curtain. What he saw was a panicked crowd hurriedly dispersing, causing a traffic jam on the road nearby.
For a moment, horns and curses sounded together, and the scene was so chaotic that it was difficult to see clearly.
Qian Mo did not answer immediately, but took half a step forward, half a body away from the door of the sports center, and turned his eyes sixty degrees to the left. There, there was a bus, and then his eyes turned to the right.
Fifty degrees off, in a concession stand there, there was a person sitting on the counter with his face covered by an open newspaper. The other person was completely blind to the chaos in the sports center.
"There are people on that light yellow bus, there are people in the canteen, but that red Santana... there is no one!" Qian Mo took back the half-step he took and focused his eyes again on the man in the skull T-shirt in front of him.
At the same time, on a light yellow bus parked on the road in the distance due to the panic of the crowd, the two men sitting at the end of the bus were looking at the door of the sports center expressionlessly. Just there, a young man stepped out.
Half a step later, the man with the scar on his chin by the window stretched out the pistol hidden in his cuff, but the other man stepped back after just one glance.
"Die Ge, should we continue to wait? That bastard Skullboy is injured, should we..." One of the men walking at the end of the bus said to the man with a knife mark on his chin, but the latter became indifferent mid-sentence.
The look in his eyes made him pause in his words. In his heart, he was deeply afraid of his eldest brother Di Long.
"No need, the other party has already discovered us. Call the brothers and ask the brothers to take the lead. Skullboy...this is his life!"
Dillon didn't look at the man in the skull T-shirt struggling towards the red Santana. He looked back coldly. Judging from the behavior of the prey just now, he was already aware of his surrounding layout and continued to stay here. Not to mention whether he could successfully hunt.
It is even more likely that he will be attacked by his prey. Over the years, Dillon gave up when he should.
The bus started slowly as the crowd gradually dwindled. Here, it no longer had any value to the driver. He did not want to stop in this place where there was obviously a commotion. Even if he wanted to watch the excitement, in danger, he would always
Put your own life first
However, people in riots pay so little attention to the lives of others that they can be ignored. Those idle people who sit next to the TV and comment afterwards that they only care about themselves and not save others during earthquakes and other disasters are really blabbering without having experienced it.
, they don’t understand
As the bus slowly left, the man in the skull T-shirt had already struggled to reach the red Santana car. His hope of survival was suddenly shattered! There was no one in the car! The skull boy pulled hard on the door unwillingly, but
The door doesn't move at all!
If it were normal, Skull Boy wouldn't be so restless. He could also snatch other vehicles around him, but now is different from usual. His thighs are bleeding, especially because... Brother Di Long has given up on himself. Suddenly, Skull
The skeleton boy's back became dejected, and that momentary depression enveloped his whole body. Suddenly, the skeleton boy burst into laughter as if he was crazy.
"Hahaha! I should have known that people like us would either be beaten to death by others or sold out by so-called brothers. Brother Di, Skullboy doesn't blame you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive today.
Since you want to take back my miserable life, then fine, I will give it back to you!!"
Skeleton Boy turned his head suddenly, his eyes now covered with bloodshot eyes. He looked at the indifferent young man at the door of the sports center who looked paler than before and shouted: "Even if I die, I will drag a group of people with me on my back."
!!”
Less than twenty meters away, Qian Mo heard the other party's sudden and crazy roar indistinctly in the noise, but the main content was still clear. After Qian Mo heard the other party's abruptness, he removed his black skull key.
Tie's behavior made the corners of his eyes squint, like a dangerous snake!
The opponent's body was covered with detonators, and Skeleton Boy had already picked up a lighter to light it up.
'Are you threatening me?...' Qian Mo murmured softly in his mouth. The indifference in his eyes made no one able to see clearly what he was thinking. Qian Mo didn't value a person's life or death very much and wanted to be alone.
The psychology of death is only because the other party wants his life, but now, the other party has repeatedly 'threatened' himself with such actions that hurt the people around him, which has touched his bottom line. Qian Mo is not a kind person, but
There is a bottom line! It was rare that Qian Mo suddenly hated himself, hated his lack of power, and hated that a little guy could control his emotions!
'You... deserve to die!' The hatred in the corners of his eyes dissipated, leaving behind a chillingly calm indifference. Who was 'damned'? Is it Di Long's scumbag mercenaries... or the group of people in Kyoto who thought they were superior?
People who can control the fate of others...or maybe there are others!
Qian Mo didn't move, even though the other person had detonators tied all over his body and looked ferocious, he just looked at the Skeleton Boy quietly.
"Ah, run quickly, dynamite!!"
"Woooo..."
At this time, when they saw the man covered in detonators, the panicked crowd around them had no more words to speak. All they could do was to disperse in all directions, and all they could shout were simple words and whimpering in fear.
Human beings are so vulnerable in the face of danger...
Skull Boy looked at the frightened people who were dispersing in a panic, with a sickly flush on his face. He was just a small person struggling on the edge of life and death. He felt that it was enough to instill fear in these people who had no worries about food and clothing!
He raised the lit lighter high, as if he wanted to see more of the world, or maybe he was mocking the fragility of those living in peaceful times. Finally, Skullboy glanced at Red Santana. Since Diego gave up on himself,
Then leave by yourself
"Bang!"
The moment Skullboy bent his arm downwards, preparing to light the detonator, the sound of the sniper rifle he had fired a moment ago followed, but this time it was not him who pulled the trigger, but the person who was hit.
Become yourself!
'Pa!' There was no twitching or shaking. After this shot, the skull fell straight forward like mud. On his forehead, there was a shocking hole bigger than a fist. An M82A2 sniper rifle, powerful
So scary
The brain fluid flowed out along the fallen head mixed with blood. This sudden situation not only caught Skeleton Boy off guard, but also frightened the citizens of Hong Kong City. This series of emergencies was the first in his more than ten or twenty years of life.
This is the first time I encountered such a brutal and bloody scene. I can smell the fishy smell from afar...
Forty centimeters next to Skullboy's fallen body was the lit lighter, but it was already extinguished.