At this time, two big men carrying bird cages came up to the teahouse. The teahouse was open on three sides. Although it had air conditioning, it was still quite hot. Not only did the two big men only wear a white vest, one sloppy guy even
The vest was rolled up to the chest, revealing her huge belly.
Little Xiandi frowned and pouted her little mouth, mumbling something unknown. Xu Yifan thought she was scared, but who knew that after seeing the little note, Xiao Mudi showed no fear at all, but stared at the beautiful girl
She has big eyes and looks around curiously. Fortunately, no one treats her like a beautiful and cute little girl. Otherwise, it would be strange if the expression on the little confused face is written all over.
Seeing the female reporter Le Huizhen's eyes were red, and the crystal tears were rolling stubbornly in her eyes, but she just didn't want to fall down. She looked pitiful at the sight of others. It was a lie that Xu Yifan was not touched in his heart. Yes, he was afraid of death. Could it be that he was afraid of death?
The female reporter is not afraid of death. It's just that he was more skilled and tricked the female reporter.
"Don't hate me!" Xu Yifan didn't dare to look into Le Huizhen's eyes.
"The other party's target is me, and he may not necessarily shoot you. My hidden figure can be seen by the other party as soon as he stands up. Logically, he will stand up and take aim." Xu Yifan judged this, and comforted Le Hui in this way.
Chaste.
"Then... what if..." the female reporter's sexy lips were trembling.
"There is nothing wrong, believe me! Stay calm." Xu Yifan accidentally pecked the female reporter's trembling lips.
How could there be no chance? If the gangsters also need to play their cards according to the rules, what kind of gangsters are they? The other party can kill the female reporter with one shot and then shoot Xu Yifan in front of her.
Xu Yifan's judgment is basically a gamble, but the bet is not his own life, but the life of the female reporter.
No matter what method the gangster used to shoot, Xu Yifan was sure that he was fine and killed the gangster calmly.
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"The goods are under the birdcage, and the bullets have been filled up in the magazine. Where is the money?"
"Artai!" Another big man winked at the man next to him.
The subordinate took out an envelope-sized brown paper bag from the handbag under him and handed it to the other party.
"Okay! Happy cooperation!"
"Be careful, please add tea!" In the middle of the lobby, a shop assistant carried a big teapot and knocked away the bird cages placed on the table by several big men.
"Boy, what are you doing! You are so clumsy, are you looking for a slap in the face?" The shy big man grabbed the clerk's collar and yelled angrily.
At this time, the birdcage rolled to the middle of the aisle. A tall guy quickly stood up and stepped on the wooden birdcage. The birdcage immediately spread out, revealing several pistols hidden under the bottom of the birdcage.
"Fuck!" Xu Yifan cursed in his heart.
They dare to trade arms in a busy city instead of finding a deserted place. Both shifts are crazy. These guys are also fucking crazy. They won't let them go and follow them to a place with few people before starting the business.
Of course Xu Yifan would not have thought that the reason why these two groups of gangsters wanted to trade in the busy city was because they were frightened by the "arms case in Fuwang Parking Lot". Although the news and newspapers did not report it carefully, all arms dealers who have small information about the underworld know it.
, Lin Dafei and the Dutch Ghost gang suffered heavy casualties because they were gangsters, and the police took advantage of them.
The biggest advantage of trading in a busy city is that no one dares to take advantage of others, and the slightest movement can alert the police.
To strike first is to gain strength, to strike later is to suffer disaster.
‘Central nervous system, central nervous system!’ Xu Yifan’s eyes flashed with a fierce light.
In the flash of lightning, Xu Yifan's right hand resting on the shoulder of female reporter Le Huizhen flashed. Without any movement of pulling out a gun, an ordinary .38 police gun appeared mysteriously in his hand, and his fingers
The trigger has been set.
This is of course the result of Xu Yifan's hundreds of practice. It is easy to summon the gun from the dimensional subspace in the palm of your hand, but if you want it to be properly pointed every time, the index finger should be clasped exactly on the
The trigger was very difficult, so Xu Yifan did not hesitate to waste a lot of experience points and repeatedly access and practice.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"
The gunshots in the middle of the lobby and Xu Yifan's gunshots sounded almost at the same time. In the middle of the lobby, two groups of gangsters and the police fired at the same time. The gunshots were not as dense as Xu Yifan's burning gun, because the speed of this guy was too fast.
Quickly, Xu Yifan's pistol fired six bullets in an instant without even pausing.
The long-haired man behind Xu Yifan had no time to raise his head before he was hit in the head by Xu Yifan's six bullets one after another. He died instantly, because Xu Yifan knew that people will not die immediately when their head is shot.
His body functions can still twitch for a while. If this bastard pulls the trigger before he dies, the female reporter may really die.
People can do wrong things, but they cannot do bad things.
The pistol in Xu Yifan's hand disappeared instantly, so fast that no one could see how it disappeared, just like no one knew how his gun appeared.
Holding Xiao Xiandi in one hand and holding Le Huizhen in the other, he lowered his head and bent down quickly in the direction of the hairy man. When Xu Yifan looked around the audience, he had been peeping at this position for a long time. There was a stick in the corner.
Large wooden pillars block the view of the lobby.
Xu Yifan was extremely strong at this time, and he was able to dodge very smoothly while holding the two women. In addition, the potential of this guy was increased by speed. Therefore, even Xiao Mulu and the female reporter had almost not reacted.
Xu Yifan was hugged and dragged to the ground and pinned behind a wooden pillar in the corner of the teahouse.
Little Xanti stared at her big eyes in confusion, wondering why she was here all of a sudden. Le Huizhen realized that she had nothing to do. Her big, hazy eyes suddenly widened, and then curved into a beautiful crescent moon.
Xu Yifan, on the other hand, had an instant burst of potential in a short period of time and squeezed out all his speed. At this time, he felt dizzy, his ears were ringing, his heart was pounding violently, his feet were shaking, and he could hardly stand.
Bullets were flying in the lobby of the teahouse, and the fighting was very lively.
"Bang...bang bang...bang bang..."
But Xu Yifan is not worried. The corner where they are hiding now is on the fence side of the street. Only the left side in front can face people. However, Xu Yifan and the three of them are hiding behind the pillars. He cannot see others, but others
Can't shoot him either.
Although this wooden pillar is made of wood, it is the main beam of the entire teahouse. It is made of solid wood and is definitely no worse than a cement pillar. It is strong.
The situation at this time was that Le Huizhen's back was leaning against the vermilion beam, and Xiao Mulu was holding Xu Yifan in front of her. Xu Yifan was facing the two of them, observing the people in the lobby outside with the corner of his eyes.
Chaotic gunfight.
However, Le Huizhen is taller and Xu Yifan is also slender and has a small winter melon, so it seems like Xu Yifan and the female reporter are standing face to face.
...
"Sir Huang, there are gunshots downstairs!" shouted the young man on the top floor of the teahouse.
"Damn it, it's not the sound of gunfire, it's the sound of gunfire!" The ghost man shouted after listening carefully to the intensive firepower, and quickly pulled out the gun on his waist.
.......
"Gunshots?" Fat Guy Ji across from Yunlai Teahouse glanced at Liangkun and asked doubtfully.
This 'Rongsheng Restaurant' is opposite the 'Yunlai Tea House'.
Liangkun glanced at the teahouse opposite.
"No way! This is Central District, not North Point. How can anyone who is not afraid of death shoot a gun here? Some grandson is burning firecrackers upstairs!" Liangkun patted his head and shouted: "Silly Qiang, boss.
To celebrate my birthday tonight, let’s have some big firecrackers to make it fun.”
No, it was gunfire.
Fat Guy Ji immediately pressed down Liangkun's head and lay down. At this time, the bullet fired from the "Yunlai Teahouse" knocked off the hanging sign above his head and fell straight to the ground, almost killing Liangkun, the birthday boy.
"Holy shit! It was a gunshot." Liangkun quickly shrank back, flashed back under the valet parking counter, and looked at the teahouse opposite in panic.
Pedestrians downstairs also ducked aside and quickly called the police.
Then he hid aside to watch the excitement without fear of death. The amazing Hong Kong Islanders, one guy even pulled out a camera from nowhere and squatted down to take pictures upstairs.
Xu Yifan supported the beam with one hand, shook off the bullet with the other hand, knocked out the six knocked-out bullet casings, and quickly filled in new bullets. He continued to stare at the gun battle outside the beam with his peripheral vision.
The advantage of having an affinity with police guns of 92 is that Xu Yifan can now unload and load ammunition with one hand, and he does it blindly by feeling without looking.
Le Huizhen looked at the man in front of her. His expression was very focused. Unfortunately, he was not focusing on himself, but on the sound of gunfire behind him. His eyes were very cold, but definitely not heartless. His face was not very handsome, but it was
Very resolute and clear-cut, his mouth was slightly open and he was gasping for air.
The female reporter didn't know what she was thinking. Her face turned red and she let out a cry. She couldn't help but kiss Xu Yifan's lips. She saw a sexy beauty wearing a red suspender skirt, leaning on a vermilion beam.
He stood on tiptoes and kissed the young man in front of him with blurred eyes.
There was a fierce and tense gun battle behind them, and the dazzling gunfire exploded like lightning under the dim light. A pair of infatuated men and women leaned on a corner of the tea house and kissed passionately as if no one was around.
The birdcage and the fallen mural were ignored.
"Kacha kacha!" A few guys with cameras quickly took pictures of this romantic scene.
"Fuck, fuck, these two bitches." Liangkun squatted under the valet parking platform downstairs and shouted exaggeratedly: "It's too exciting!"
Fatty Ji looked up.
"It seems to be the boss!"
The female reporter kissed her so tightly and with such force that Xu Yifan had just burst out of strength and could not recover, so he finally broke away.
"It's hairy..." I wanted to rebuke angrily, but when I saw the female reporter's red-eyed look of grievance, I stopped.
"I'm sorry!" Xu Yifan looked at the female reporter softly and said.
The female reporter saw Xu Yifan's helpless look for the first time, and smiled, with tears in her eyes, but her smile was as bright as a flower, which was very beautiful.
"Is your skin itchy?" Xiao Mulu, this thick-lined little girl, was not afraid at all. She restlessly turned her head and looked outside the beams, but Xu Yifan held her head down.
"Look at her for me!" Xu Yifan shouted.
"Yeah!" The female reporter nodded obediently for once.
Xu Yifan glanced outside and saw that the guy who brought him tea was injured. He quickly shot out and shot the gangster who was standing and shooting like an uncle. He was immediately shot in the head. Xu Yifan took advantage of the situation and dodged to the tea guy, pulling the guy with him.
The unlucky guy ducked towards the cashier.
"Is it delicious?" After Xu Yifan moved to the other side, Xiao Xiandi pulled the female reporter curiously and asked.
"What?"
Little Xanti pointed to her rosy little lips, staring at the female reporter's pretty red lips and smiling mischievously.
Oops! This damn girl! The female reporter was so angry that she blushed and wanted to pinch her. Fortunately, she remembered the scene and hugged little Santi to prevent her from moving.
"Just take a look!" Little Sandy was really curious about what it was like to shoot a gun.
"no!"
"Just one glance!"
"no."
"Don't you want to see it?"
...
Then two beauties, one big and one small, lay on the beams and stretched out their little heads to look at the teahouse lobby. Xu Yifan wanted Le Huizhen to look at little Xiandi, which was regarded as an unreasonable entrustment.
Wait, the female reporter suddenly remembered that Xu Yifan just gave her a gentle smile. Was it sincere? Or was it just to make her look at his restless sister-in-law?
Combined with Xu Yifan's personality.
The female reporter gritted her teeth and revealed a sentence from between her teeth.