The old man's thoughts are stubborn and rigid, but there is no absolute right or wrong in this matter.
Du Haidong's blood debt was the only thought in his mind at this moment. His brother who had been with him for decades could kick and curse people a moment ago, but now he was lying like soft mud on the cold and dirty ground. Du Haidong's eyes were ferocious.
at the same time covered with bloodshot veins of grief
'Stupid!' Du Haidong's heavy affection is just stubborn stupidity in Wolfberry's heart. These four people can stand in front of him with confidence. It seems that they are not easy to mess with. They are all very old and still talking to their juniors.
Du Haidong cursed in his heart. He just wanted to enjoy himself peacefully for the rest of his life. Brother? Can he use it as a meal?
The haze between Qian Mo's brows became thicker again, blood debt was paid with blood... His hands were stained with so many people's blood that he couldn't even remember, it was already a kind of indifferent numbness. If blood debt was paid with blood, Qian Mo is now
In the eighteenth level of hell, but the way of heaven is unfair, Qian Mo is still living well in the mortal world.
If you want revenge, you need to have strength! To promote this, if you want to succeed, only your own strength is the right answer!
Blood flowed out from the bullet hole. Qian Mo didn't care about the heavy feeling in his chest. Instead, he felt a sense of relief because Du Haidong's gun muzzle was removed from Liu Yiyu's body.
"There are many people who want me to pay with my blood. One more of you is not more, and I won't feel less if one is missing." Qian Mo looked at the pistol Du Haidong pointed at him. It was a large-caliber pistol. No wonder he couldn't bear it.
And took a step back
Du Haidong smiled coldly. Is he getting old or are today's young people so arrogant? As an old man, he saw Qian Mo's sudden relief. After sneering, he continued to turn the pistol towards the girl squatting in the corner.
"Young man, I am over fifty years old this year. I dare not say that I eat more salt than you eat rice, but I know what weakness is." Qian Mo's expression made Du Haidong laugh in his heart. This young man is still too young, and he is too indifferent.
Du Haidong's ability has not been fully practiced, but he himself is not the same, because his weakness is pinched too tightly by others.
"I said that a debt must be repaid with blood, and that means you and not me! I, Du Haidong, will do what I say!"
This damn old guy... Du Haidong's actions made Qian Mo's face drop to tears. He bent slightly unconsciously and felt the slight change in Qian Mo's body. Yin Xiong and others looked at each other, and the hand shield began to gain momentum. He planned to force
Eat! Yin Xiong and others also had slight changes in their bodies, or contractions of their feet or hands, as they prepared for their next move.
"Old guy, since there is only me but not you, then you have to die!" Qian Mo's patience was exhausted. Repeated negotiations made him, who originally had little patience, irritable. Killing this man was inevitable for Qian Mo.
No one expected that this excessively young person would say such a thing. Although his face was less childish and more mature than his peers, except for being dressed slightly professionally, he looked like a young student. And this
In the eyes of Du Haidong and others, the young man first killed his brother with thunderous means, and now he uttered arrogant words under his own gun.
"you..."
Du Haidong was just about to teach the young man a lesson or two, but found that the other party had already moved, so fast! Du Haidong did not finish what he said, subconsciously, he pulled the trigger, and the target was Liu Yiyu.
‘Bang!’ Another piercing gunshot echoed on the second floor of the broken building, but the large-caliber pistol in Du Haidong’s hand fell to the ground. This shot was fired by Qian Mo!
Being shot is a psychological tactic to paralyze the enemy. Who would have guessed that a person who is shot can move his hands faster than a healthy person, from drawing a gun from his waist to aiming and shooting than a person who only needs to pull the trigger?
One more point to go!
‘Bang bang!’ was followed by continuous gunshots. When Qizi and others saw that their elder brother had been shot, bullets suddenly flew towards Qianmo. The distance was only less than four meters.
Qian Mo, who succeeded in taking the shot, rolled back on the spot. The three Yin Xiong people behind him had jumped to the other side at the same time. This kind of tacit understanding of position and space allocation was developed under years of gunfire.
Turning over and rolling to the ground, Qian Mo made small movements with the next bullet that hit him. He raised the five fingers of his hands and used ten fingers to support his body and jumped up. Then he moved forward and picked up the temporary bullet that he had just tried to avoid.
After picking up the pistol that you gave up, you don't need to aim, just shoot continuously to the right front, and the target is the opponent's head!
‘Bang bang bang bang!’ When Qian Mo’s gunshots rang out again, the pistols of Yin Xiong and the other three people had also been fired. The ten people standing densely on the other side were a huge bullseye for them.
A series of intensive gunfire sounded continuously, causing the girl in the corner to scream in fear and cover her ears. She could only feel that humble sense of security by moving hard to the corner.
‘Puff!’ At a distance of a few meters, it was so easy to hit with a gun. Everything was like a hail of bullets, but it only happened in a few seconds.
Qian Mo casually threw the pistol without bullets on the ground. The empty shell without bullets was not as practical as a nail clipper. While giving up the empty shell pistol, Qian Mo had already drawn out the ankle stabbing dagger, coldly showing the attitude of a winner.
Looking down at Du Haidong who fell to the ground due to pain, there was no trace of pity in his eyes.
"Don't kill me...I...I didn't agree with what Du Haidong did in the first place. It's this old guy who has his own way. Please don't kill me."
Wolfberry was only hit in the shoulder by two bullets just now. At this time, he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, begging Qianmo not to kill him, completely ignoring the look of hatred and disappointment that Qizi looked over. Only living is interesting, after death
What's the point of turning into loess? Lycium barbarum has its own understanding of 'living'. No one can deny a person's thoughts, even if the thoughts are so ugly that they are disgusting.
‘Bang!’ Wolfberry’s desire to survive is understandable, but Yin Xiong’s cold smile shows that he has rejected the right to survive for a coward like Wolfberry, and a black and red blood hole appears in the head of the survivor.
"Bah, you're already a man with half a foot in the coffin, but you still imitate others and prefer death to living. You don't need to thank me for helping you deal with the traitor."
Yin Xiong looked at Du Haidong who looked sad with an evil smile. The situation changed so quickly. The person holding the spoon who was someone else's prey just now has become someone else's meat on the chopping board. When Du Haidong turned around in his mind, he was left with deep sadness and looked at it again.
Seeing how his brother of decades was greedy for life and afraid of death, the old man's heart was as sharp as a knife. He sighed and ignored Yin Xiong's sarcasm.
‘Bang!’ After a short pause, a gunshot ended one person’s life. Xiao Li didn’t like the way Qi Zi looked at him and the others. The reason was as simple as that, but it was enough for Xiao Li to point the gun directly at the opponent’s chest without any struggle.
"You... at worst, kill us all! After I, Du Haidong, die..."
Qian Mo didn't need to wait for Du Haidong's cruel words to finish. He inserted the dagger in his hand directly into his heart. After the other party suffered pain, he rotated the dagger 360 degrees without blinking and picked it up slowly, "You all deserve to die."
Qian Mo knelt down and wiped the blood from the body of the deceased while stirring up the stabbing dagger. His words were very soft, but enough for Du Haidong, who was still breathing, to hear clearly.
After standing up, Qian Mo nodded towards Xiao Li. The latter understood and shot each fallen person in the head. This is common sense. Those so-called comedic plots of pretending to be dead and escaping will not happen to them.
"The total is sixteen plus seven plus ten, which is thirty-three people." At this moment, Yin Xiong began to count the results and laughed: "The big guy won the most at the bottom, but there are only three on the second floor..."
"Okay, Yin Xiong, you guys clean up these corpses first. These results will be settled later." Qian Mo interrupted Yin Xiong's mathematical calculations and looked at Liu Yiyu who was squatting and covering his ears, looking very pitiful.
Yin Xiong muttered "forgetting his loyalty" and then shrugged helplessly. The boss had already spoken. He was only a coolie, so he collaborated with Xiao Li and Zhao Xiuli to throw seventeen corpses into the room.
Inside, Qian Mo was left standing in the hall not knowing what to do next.
"Liu Yiyu..." Qian Mo walked to the corner and squatted down, trying to help the girl up with both hands, but she struggled in the end. She felt that huddled in the corner was the safest and warmest place.
"Shall I take you home?" Qian Mo said quietly with his hands stagnant in mid-air.
.....
"Qian Mo's tender side is really precious. How about we secretly take a photo and blackmail him when we have no money to drink in the future?" At the window sill of the room, Yin Xiong, Xiao Li and Zhao Xiuli lit cigarettes in their mouths respectively.
, the very quiet broken building allowed them to clearly hear Qian Mo’s whispers.
"If you're not afraid of the hand shield beating you up, you can try it." Seeing Yin Xiong sneakily taking out his mobile phone and walking over the piles of corpses in the room to the door to take secret photos, Zhao Xiuli felt that he had a responsibility
and duty to remind one’s comrades
Yin Xiong smiled very sinisterly and pressed the camera button, but this guy rarely used his mobile phone to take secret photos. The fill light and shutter sound were not turned off. The 'click' sound was more eye-catching in the empty building than the gunfire just now.
"Yin Xiong, please pass me one later." Xiao Li exhaled a mouthful of smoke.
"For the sake of reminding you just now, please send me a photo later. Anyway, Qianmo will definitely delete your photo later."
Zhao Xiuli grinned and looked at Yin Xiong with a look of schadenfreude, whose face was full of astonishment and remorse. He secretly photographed and made such a big noise. Afterwards... I haven't thought of what would happen to Qian Mo, but Yin Xiong kept shaking from himself.
I knew with my face that this time it would be even more tragic than before.
"..."
...
A clicking sound made Qian Mo move, but he didn't pay attention at the moment. His eyes stayed on Liu Yiyu. What the hell was this little girl covering her ears? He wanted to pull her up directly, but Qian Mo was afraid of Liu Yi.
The language is too conflicting, and the flowers in the greenhouse are too easily damaged by wind and rain.
"Liu Yiyu, the matter is over." Qian Mo's stagnant hands held Liu Yiyu's arms again. The latter did not struggle, but seemed not to hear: "Get up, I will take you back."