It was said that Duan Dawei was going to be wiped out, and Duan Dawei was definitely not prepared to leave any residue. After bringing people back from the airport, Duan Dawei returned to his temporary residence. The three desperadoes took out a barrel of gasoline from the car, and then several people discussed the countermeasures.
Go back inside and take a short rest.
…
It's past one o'clock in the morning.
The three strong men were all wearing long-sleeved casual clothes, with their heads lowered and carrying fruit baskets in their hands. They walked into the hospital where Pian Dancing was located. One of the strong men nodded to the other two people, put his hands in his pockets, and walked from
The stairs lead to the basement.
The other two people slowly walked to the elevator entrance, pressed the button, waited for less than a minute, walked in, and then arrived at the seventh floor.
"Tap tap tap...!"
The sound of footsteps could be heard in the empty corridor on the seventh floor. The two of them glanced around and went straight to 709. When they arrived at the door, the strong man carrying the fruit basket tugged the plastic bag with his right hand and found Gao Le inside.
The paint bucket smelled of gasoline...
"Crash!!"
Another strong man opened the zipper of his clothes, took out a sawed-off five-shot shotgun from his arms with his right hand, loaded the bullet decisively, glanced at the person next to him, nodded, arched his body, and pressed it with his left hand.
He touched the doorknob and lightly pushed the door with his right toe.
"Squeak!!"
The door opened slightly, and it was dark inside. The strong man next to him carried the paint bucket and swooped in along the crack of the door. The other man with the gun turned his back to the door, took a step back, walked in, and used
My feet slammed the door shut...
"Tap!!" The strong man holding the paint bucket didn't look behind him at all. He ran around, walked to the bed, ripped off the tape on the mouth of the paint bucket with a hiss, and was about to splash it on the bed!!!
But at this moment, the strong man with a gun who was standing at the door listening to the sound suddenly felt a black shadow shaking under his feet. He was stunned, and a sudden change occurred!!
“Peng!!!!”
There was a crisp sound, the sound of fractures, and a sharp pain in the arm of the strong man holding the gun. But in this case, he did not throw away the gun in his hand!!
"Damn it! You're so stupid! Pretend to be a flying thief!!" A roar came, and a white light flashed!
"Pfft!!!"
The military bayonet penetrated the right arm of the strong man holding the gun in an instant. With a loud bang, the tip of the knife pierced the skin and penetrated into the plywood door panel. Without any hesitation, he came straight out of the door! The strong man's arm was nailed very firmly.
It’s on the door panel!!! You can see how long *** has been brewing!!
"There's an ambush!!" The strong man with the gun was temporarily stunned by a combination of punches. He felt the blood spurting from his arm to his neck and shouted instinctively.
"Uh-huh!!"
All this happened very quickly. When the sound of fractures was heard, the strong man holding the paint bucket next to the bed was stunned. When the tip of the knife penetrated the door panel, he reacted, dropped the oil bucket, and ran straight to his waist.
Touch it.
"Cut him!!!" A sudden roar came from the bed, and a thin black figure, holding a machete in his hand, slashed the head and face of the strong man beside the bed!!
"ah!!!!"
The strong man holding the gun at the door gritted his teeth and screamed. His right wrist that was nailed to the door was loosened, and the shotgun fell directly. At the same time, his idle left hand suddenly opened his palm and stopped at the crotch of his pants.
With a sound, the handle fell neatly into his left hand. This movement was done in one go, without any pause. In such a dark room, he performed this set of movements completely based on his feelings. It can be seen that this person is the kind of person who holds a gun every day.
Sleeping Desperado!!!
Zhang Xi, who was making a sneak attack at the door, heard a snap and didn't even have time to pull out the knife. He took a step back and shouted: "Intestines!!!"
There was a loud noise from the hospital bed, Jiguangzhi was holding a machete, and without thinking, he rolled directly to the ground!!
"Kang!!Kang Kang!!!"
The strong man who was nailed to the door didn't even blink. He raised his left arm and aimed at the bed, firing three shots steadily. Several balls of sparks appeared on the bed, and hairs flew all over the sky.
After three shots were fired, the strong man holding the gun casually raised his left arm and threw the shotgun in his hand towards the bed without even looking at it.
With a "pop" sound, the strong man beside the bed who had just been carrying the gasoline barrel stretched out his hand to catch the shotgun and held it in his hand. The two of them did not say a word to each other from beginning to end.
"Peng!!"
The strong man at the door grasped the hilt of the knife on his arm, gritted his teeth, and pulled it suddenly. With a pop, a warmth came from his neck. He didn't say a word, put his right arm on his shoulder, and held the military thorn in his left hand.
He opened the door directly.
"brush!!"
The light from the corridor shone directly into the room. In just a moment, the strong man standing beside the bed moved, bent down and knelt down on one knee. With the faint light, his eyes were directed at the man who was blocked by the sheets.
Under the tight bed, he steadily pulled the trigger.
"Hang!!Hang!!"
"Well……!!"
After the two shots were fired, a muffled sound came from under the bed. The strong man stood up, neatly took out the shotgun bullets in his pocket, stuffed it into the gun, took two steps back, walked out of the ward, and leaned against the wall outside.
Up, motionless.
The strong man with a stab wound on his arm did not even run. He strode to the elevator entrance with a meteoric stride, pressed the downward button with his left hand, then calmly took out the cigarette case with one hand and lit a cigarette.
Just walk and run down.
"I'm sorry for you!!" Zhang Xi, who was hiding in the corner, threw down his baseball bat, took out his pistol, and was about to rush forward. He was shot in the leg. Chicken intestines lying under the bed shouted: "Don't go.
!!!”
"Whoosh!!"
The strong man suddenly half-expanded his body into the ward and directly pulled the trigger.
"Hang!!"
A burst of flames spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, and a hole was directly punched out in the closet. Zhang Xi's forehead was covered with sweat, and he leaned against the back of the closet. The muzzle of the gun was no more than a finger length away from his head...
"Fuck!! It doesn't mean anything!!" The strong man frowned and cursed, took the gun, turned around and ran away. When he just ran to the elevator door, the elevator came down from upstairs. There was a ding and the door opened.
He walked in slowly.
After pressing the button on the second floor, the elevator stopped again in less than five seconds. The strong man held a shotgun and glanced around. He kicked open the door of a ward and rushed in. He strode to the window and opened it.
, without blinking, he stepped forward, jumped, and disappeared into the night...
The strong man with an injury on his arm walked all the way up the stairs to the stairwell on the first floor. After leaving the door, he held a cigarette in his mouth, took a long drag, and walked directly to the back door. As he walked, he sent a message.
Wrote: "Brother, I may have broken...!"
"Bang!" The strong man just finished sending the message and kicked open the back door. When he looked up, he was stunned.
I put my right hand in my pocket, turned my back to him, lowered my head, and smoked.
Wang Mumu had no expression on his face, holding a five-shot shotgun and looking at him blankly...
"What do you mean...!"
"Hang!!" Wang Mumu pulled the trigger without warning and took a step forward slowly.
"Uh...!" The strong man's chest was bright red and he looked at Wang Mumu blankly.
"Hang!!"
The bullet tore the strong man's chest again, and Wang Mumu still took a step forward unhurriedly...
"you……!"
"Fuck you!!!" Wang Mumu suddenly roared, his finger quickly pulled on the trigger, and the bullet roared out of the muzzle...
"Hot!!! Hot! Hot!!" After three more shots, thick smoke came out of the muzzle of the shotgun, and the gun made a crackling sound. However, Wang Mumu's eyes were still red and he threw the shotgun directly.
He fell to the ground, suddenly took out the pistol from his waist, and fired bullets again wildly at the head of the strong man who had fallen to the ground dead and could no longer die.
"Bang!! Bang! Bang! Bang!!..."
After eight shots, the strong man's head was torn apart, and sperm and blood spurted out more than one meter away...
ps: This chapter pays tribute, read the book and read the Qianyuan chapter, thank you and kowtow!
One more thing to note, there was a glitch in the last chapter, and the display only showed more than 400 words, but I have already finished the main site. The mobile site may be a little later. Friends who have not read the whole chapter can wait and read it again after it is restored.