The brothers of the Ax Gang reacted immediately, pulled the bolts of their guns, and fired a volley at the killer.
After the killer dodged two shots from Wang Yaqiao, he quickly ran behind a shelf. After the gunshot, the killer made no sound.
Wang Yaqiao pointed at the two people and waved towards the shelf. The two held their guns and walked slowly behind the shelf.
As soon as he took a step forward, Han Baihang saw another dark figure in the corner of his eyes and shouted: "Be careful!"
But when the words came out, they were already too late. Two black figures came out from behind the crowd, grabbed Brother Wang Yaqiao's neck, and touched his neck with the cold blade, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain.
Wang Yaqiao turned around and led his brothers to fire another round of volleys at the two killers behind him. One of the killers did not react in time and was beaten to a pulp, while the other one was also shot in the arm.
But at this moment, the killer who had been hiding behind the shelf suddenly jumped out, with one hand behind his back. In a few ups and downs, he had already run to the side of an Ax Gang disciple.
I saw the killer's hand behind his back twitching hard, and a sharp samurai sword was suddenly exposed in the air. The light of the sword flashed past, and blood marks appeared on the chest of the ax disciple, and then blood spurted out.
, like a rose blooming in the night sky.
"Japanese!" Han Baihang said through gritted teeth as he looked at the man's techniques and weapons.
After the Japanese killer killed one person, he dwarfed and rolled around on the ground. The sword in his hand danced with light and shadow, and suddenly there were several broken arms and gun shafts in the air.
Wang Yaqiao looked at his brother, who was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in the hands of others. Two angry flames shot out from his eyes, and he raised his gun and shot wildly at the man.
After several gunshots, the killer had already dodged, and the bullets in Wang Yaqiao's pistol had been shot out. At this moment, Han Baihang, who was hiding aside, suddenly jumped up from the ground and threw Wang Yaqiao to the ground.
Wang Yaqiao was about to push Han Baihang away when he saw a long scar on Han Baihang's back. In front of them, there was a man in black standing with a bloody long knife in his hand.
Needless to say, Han Baihang's injury must have been caused by him, but why did Han Baihang want to save him? Wang Yaqiao couldn't do it. He always wanted to kill Han Baihang, but in the end, the person he wanted to kill actually saved his life.
Just when Wang Yaqiao was stunned, the killer raised the knife in his hand and was about to chop it down. Suddenly a gunshot rang out. The killer was shot in the shoulder and staggered forward two steps.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Yaqiao pushed Han Baihang away and put his head on the killer's stomach. The killer had a stomachache and stepped back. Wang Qiming, who fired the gun, rushed forward, clenched the gun in his hand, and hit the killer with the butt.
The ground hit the killer on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious immediately.
Wang Qiming helped the two of them up and asked with concern: "Are you two okay?"
Han Baihang stood up and touched the new injury on his back. He couldn't help but take a breath and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He shook his head and said, "I'm fine."
"Why did you save me?" Wang Yaqiao looked at the pale Han Baihang and asked in confusion.
Han Baihang smiled bitterly and said: "Now is not the time to talk about this. Let's run quickly."
Wang Yaqiao looked around and saw that there were only five killers. Three were dead and only two were left. However, his brothers were also almost killed or wounded.
"Boss, leave quickly!" A brother from the Ax Gang yelled at Wang Yaqiao.
But in the blink of an eye, the killer cut his throat with a knife and fell down whimpering. Wang Yaqiao saw this and was anxious in his heart. He also wanted to help. But the two Japanese were very skilled in martial arts. If he himself was not injured, maybe
You can give it a try, but now you can only live in a hurry.
"Let's go quickly, it's too late if you don't leave!" Wang Qiming supported Han Baihang with one hand and held Wang Yaqiao with the other.
There were fewer and fewer disciples of the Ax Gang, and they were about to die. Wang Yaqiao held back the tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth and ran out of the warehouse with Wang Qiming and Han Baihang.
Just after running a few steps, the three of them saw a man leaning on the shelf with a Tang knife hanging on his waist. He looked at the three of them with a half-smile and said, "Everyone, the show has just started. What are you doing?"
Where are you going?”
"It's you again?" Han Baihang said through gritted teeth.
"This man is a killer who is chasing Baihang!" Wang Qiming whispered in Wang Yaqiao's ear: "I will go up and hold him down later, and you can take Baihang and escape in the chaos!"
Wang Yaqiao said anxiously: "How can this be done? You take him and run away, and I will give you the rear!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Qiming cursed, shouted angrily, and rushed towards the man.
Han Baihang shouted: "Be careful!"
The man looked at Wang Qiming who was rushing over and couldn't help but shook his head, "I'm not interested in you at all!"
As he spoke, the man kicked the tail of his sword, and the scabbard flew out, right on top of Wang Qiming who was charging forward.
Wang Qiming suddenly felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a huge boulder. His chest felt tight and he flew backwards.
After the scabbard hit Wang Qiming, it flew backwards. The man turned the long knife in his hand, and the blade was accurately inserted into the scabbard. He said with a sinister smile on his face: "Han Baihang, are you ready?
"
Wang Yaqiao caught Wang Qiming and asked with concern: "How's it going? Are you okay?"
Wang Qiming clutched his aching chest, shook his head and said, "I'm fine, but this kid's martial arts is a bit strong, I'm afraid he'll be difficult to deal with!"
Han Baihang took two steps forward, stood in front of the two men, looked at the man and said, "It's me you want to kill. It has nothing to do with them. Let them go!"
The man took back the long knife pointed at the tip of Han Baihang's nose and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I never kill innocent people indiscriminately."
Han Baihang sneered: "This is the first time I heard that a killer said that he does not kill innocent people indiscriminately!"
The man shook his head and said: "You don't understand, this is work, do you understand? Just like the butchers in the market. They also kill animals, and what I kill is just my own kind. Have you ever seen a lion kill its own kind?"
, would anyone say he is cruel?"
"Stop talking nonsense and let them go!" Han Baihang roared angrily.
The man curled his lips and said: "Whatever, the gate is over here, they can leave at any time!"
As he spoke, the man turned aside and got halfway out of the way. Han Baihang pushed the two of them forward and urged: "You two, hurry up!"
Unexpectedly, Wang Qiming refused to leave and stood there and said: "Although we have not known each other for a long time, I have always regarded you as my brother. Now that the enemy is facing us, how can I live alone!"
"That's right! The worst possible outcome is death! I'm afraid of my eggs!" Wang Yaqiao also said in a deep voice from the side.
Han Baihang's eyes were full of tears. It is said that men don't shed tears lightly, but it just didn't touch the weakest point in his heart.
The man looked at the three of them, scratched his head and showed a troubled expression: "A group of big men, do you want to part ways like this?"
