Zhang Jun slung the canvas bag across his body, then placed it in front of his stomach. He looked away, and like a middle school student in the 1980s, he stretched out his right hand and pulled out the sawed-off five-batch hair. He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. After suddenly pushing open the private room door with his left hand, he quickly inserted it into the canvas bag in front of him.
"Bang."
The door opened completely, and everyone who was drinking in the room looked up at the same time.
"Fuck, Zhang Jun,."
Lu Lin was the first to react and jumped up from his seat.
"You got a B."
Xiao Ke and a young man happened to be sitting next to the door. When they heard Lu Lin shouting, they rushed up from their seats with a beer bottle in hand.
"Hang."
"Peng."
A cloud of blood mist burst out, Xiao Ke knelt down on one knee, and iron sand splashed onto the ground, making a crisp sound.
"Pfft."
Zhang Jun pulled his left hand out of the canvas bag, grasped the military thorn, took a big step forward, faced the young man, and stabbed with all his strength, the blade of the knife was completely buried in his stomach.
"Bang."
The knife was still stuck in the stomach of the person being stabbed. Zhang Jun raised his leg and kicked Mo Hu, who was sitting on the stool on the right side of Xiao Ke, in the face.
"Uh-huh."
Mo Hu put his right hand behind his waist and had already touched the handle of the gun, but before he could pull it out, five sawn-off rounds were already pressed against his head.
"Did you pull out a gun? If you're like you, what can you do if you pull out a gun?"
Zhang Jun stabbed Mo Hu in the head with his gun and asked condescendingly.
Mo Hu looked sideways at Zhang Jun and put his hands on his back without moving.
"Fuck you, Mom, my name is Zhang Jun, I hear you are all looking for me, ah, come on, let me see who is working under him after Lu Tao is dead."
Zhang Jun glanced at everyone in the room and asked with squinting eyes.
"I fuck your mother, Mr. Zhang."
Lu Lin's eyes were red and he was dragging his lame leg to run out.
"Don't talk to me. Your brother, I don't even care about him. Who do you think you are?"
Zhang Jun didn't look at Lu Lin at all. He pulled out the knife from the young man's stomach, looked down at Mo Hu and asked, "You have a gun, right? Guo Hao's war criminals, right? What's your name?"
"Mo Hu,."
"Bang."
Zhang Jun kicked Xiao Ke on the neck without warning and continued to ask: "What about you? What is your name?"
"Xiao Ke."
"Ah, Guo Hao has all the errand boys here, right?"
Zhang Jun nodded and asked Mo Hu: "It's a long way to kill Lu, but you are the only one to do it, right?"
"What do you want?" Mo Hu asked sideways.
"Here, put the gun on your back and put it on your leg."
Zhang Jun took a step back, raised his hands and said.
Mo Hu huffed and puffed, gritted his teeth and sat in his original position without moving.
"one,."
Zhang Jun put his finger on the trigger, turned his head and spit out a number.
Mo Hu's expression changed and he looked up at Lu Lin.
"Fuck you."
Lu Lin picked up the beer bottle and went straight to Zhang Jun's head.
"Peng."
Zhang Jun turned around and fired the butt of his gun, hitting Lu Lin in the face with a bang. He staggered back a step.
At the same time, Mo Hu drew his gun and ran away.
"Hang."
The sound of the gunshot made Mo Hu's thigh flush instantly. He sat down on the stool again with a pop sound. Zhang Jun took a step forward, his left leg pressed against Mo Hu's arm holding the gun, and the military spur of his left hand pierced Mo Hu's temple. , shouted loudly: "Fuck you, Mom, please move again and let me see."
"Zhang Jun, you're almost done," Mo Hu shouted through gritted teeth.
"Get down here,."
Zhang Jun used his left hand hard and stabbed forward with the tip of the knife again. Blood overflowed from Mo Hu's temple, and his head unconsciously dodged and he fell on the table.
"What's going on, Mo Hu?? You don't have the consciousness that a member of society should have. Lu Tao is dead. Why don't you be the first to shout slogans and kill me? What's wrong? You shrank." Zhang Jun lowered his head and asked.
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Mo Hu sat on the stool with a weird posture and didn't say a word.
"Just fucking listen to me. Every one of you here counts. From now on, whenever I go to the Nan family, you all should stay away from me. I don't have any other abilities. I have a broken gun. I can come back at any time." I'll take care of you."
After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he looked directly at Mo Hu and continued: "I am the most reasonable person. If you cut Lu Daoyuan, Nan Nan will be blamed for this. He is honest and unwilling to say anything, but I If you feel unbalanced, you have to tell me what you want."
"Zhang Jun, me."
"Snapped."
Zhang Jun picked up the tablecloth with a military thorn, covered it directly on Mo Hu's head, took a step back, raised five consecutive rounds with one hand, and the muzzle of the gun was instantly aimed at Mo Hu's knees.
"Hang."
"ah,."
"Kangkang, pop-dong."
Three consecutive shots were fired, and the first shot hit Mo Hu's knee. He felt pain, his head pulled back the tablecloth, and there was a crashing sound on the table. Then his body pressed against the chair, and he fell to the ground with a clang. on the ground.
Four shots in total, Mo Hu's career as a gangster was over, and his entire leg was completely disabled.
This time, there was no one who was stinging in the room. Oh, no, there was another one, Lu Lin. He hated Zhang Jun to death. Plus, he was a bit of a tiger himself, and he was really willing to risk his life.
"What are you going to do?"
Zhang Jun turned around and asked.
"I'll f**king kill you,."
Lu Lin didn't know whose military thorn he had snatched, so he stabbed it at Zhang Jun.
"Then you have no chance, you have to die first."
There were no bullets in Zhang Jun's five-shot burst. He held the butt of the gun and swung it with all his strength. He went straight to Lu Lin and smashed his head. Lu Lin dodged, but Zhang Jun didn't hit him, and he didn't stab Zhang Jun either. .
"Snapped."
Zhang Jun bent down to pick up Mo Hu's imitation 64. Before he could stand firmly, it fired at Lu Lin. But he didn't know whether it was Zhang Jun's intention or whether it was really inaccurate. He fired two shots and the bullets collapsed. There was a burst of sparks on the copper pot on the table, but nothing happened to Lu Lin.
"Buzz,."
The police car sounded very close, as if it was at the door of the hotel in an instant.
Everyone in the room was stunned. At this moment, the young man who was first stabbed by Zhang Jun rushed out through the open door of the private room, shouting: "Kill, police, kill," .”
Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Lu Lin, and raised his hand instantly. Lu Lin wanted to kill Zhang Jun, but he didn't want to die himself, so when he saw Zhang Jun raising his gun, he bent down and got in. Under the table, Zhang Jun pulled the trigger, and the sound of an empty gun sounded like the June Fourth incident.
"Hold."
Zhang Jun cursed, turned around and ran towards the door, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw a policeman running towards the end of the corridor from a distance.
"Tap."
He turned around and ran back to the private room, locked the door, threw away the pistol in his hand, picked up his military spur on the table, looked around, stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, stepped up to the table, and took Holding the wine bottle, he smashed the chandelier with a bang.
"Uh-huh."
The room instantly became dark. He jumped off the table, took two steps to the window, and opened the plastic steel window. His body paused for a moment, and he put his left hand into the canvas bag and took out a phone.
"Don't fucking run away, catch him, he's out of bullets."
After Lu Lin saw Zhang Jun throw away the pistol, he ran wildly again and threw himself at Zhang Jun on the table for the first time. However, he was lame and took a step slower. When the light went dark, he instinctively threw himself at the window sill. , just as Zhang Jun knelt down and paused for a moment, he grabbed Zhang Jun's ankles.
"roll,."
Zhang Jun roared angrily and put his hand on Lu Lin's head. Lu Lin loosened his wrist and Zhang Jun jumped off the window sill with a whoosh. Lu Lin grabbed forward again and found a phone in his hand. When Lin was stunned, Zhang Jun had already disappeared into the night.
"Bang, bang,."
There was a sound of kicking on the door outside, and a few seconds later the police rushed into the messy house.
Outside the hotel, Zhang Jun climbed over a wall, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked around, and his eyes stopped on a trash can. Then he quickly walked over, took off the canvas bag, took out the contents, and put the empty bag in. Stuffed it in.
Then he hung the ammunition bag on the shotgun, held it in his arms, and walked quickly without even taking a step.
Ten minutes later.
"Wow."
The Jinbei van was pulled away, and Zhang Jun bent down and got in.
"What's going on with you?? That's not what the plot is. You're fucking banging. You've just lost a few shots." Zhang Weimin said with a bit of complaint.
"Don't worry, if I'm so strict, it's not you who drives the car." Zhang Jun wiped his sweat and replied with a smile.
"Fuck, you are so inaccurate. I won't come out with you next time." Zhang Weimin finished speaking with lingering fear, and then asked: "Is anyone dead?"
"No, Nan Nan has told me that if he has his own way, I will do what I can." Zhang Jun said very reasonably.
"Have you put your things away?"
"Well, let it go."
"Where."
"The third trash can from the right side of the hotel." Zhang Jun answered without hesitation.
"major."
Zhang Weimin replied, picked up the phone he had just dialed 110, and sent a text message directly. After waiting for a few minutes, the other party did not reply, so Zhang Weimin turned off the phone and threw it on the passenger seat.
"Let's go, I'm tired." Zhang Jun said.
"Brother, where are you from?" Zhang Weimin drove the car and asked Zhang Jun in the tone of a peer.
"native."
"Haha, there are tigers in Shenyang and war criminals in Jilin. Our place can be considered evil. They are either baskets or desperadoes. The difference is quite big." Zhang Weimin bared his teeth and said.
"Then who are you?" Zhang Jun asked directly.
"What do you think?" Zhang Weimin turned around and asked.
"Haha, I used to be a desperado, but now I'm a basket." Zhang Jun said with a laugh.
"If you say that, I really won't be stubborn with you." Zhang Weimin was stunned for a moment, but instead of getting angry, he replied with a smile on his face.
"You are a nice person, don't pretend," Zhang Jun said succinctly.
"Don't flatter me, I won't give you any money."
"Haha." Zhang Jun smiled again.
"Haha, I don't have anywhere to stay when I go home, so come to my place. If it's okay, I'll go over some desperadoes with you."
"Okay, if there's no place, I'll definitely go to your place." Zhang Jun never agrees to others easily, but for Zhang Weimin's invitation, he didn't hesitate at all and simply agreed.