The door to the rest room opened instantly, and two figures rushed in almost at the same time. They landed on the ground, rolled over, stood up in disgrace, and leaned against the thick wall. Both of them had guns in their hands, but under such intensive suppressive firepower, they were basically useless.
They don't dare to show their faces and fight back. In fact, they are a little vague about who the enemy is now...
He tore off his underwear and simply wrapped it around his injured left arm, gradually tightening it, saying silently that it doesn't hurt, that it doesn't hurt, that it doesn't hurt, and then tightened it tightly. He groaned and almost screamed... He was still wearing that rather exaggerated performance costume, but
At this time, Park Jong-sung had completely lost his previous performance style. His face, wet with sweat and blood, looked half embarrassed and half confused.
There was an empty performance backstage under him. Yes, he was forced back... He turned around and looked at the figure on the other side of the door. He was silently changing the magazine. He subconsciously took out the empty magazine in his hand and looked at it.
"Ahem, are there any more? I'm out of bullets."
A few seconds later, a magazine slid over from the ground. Park Zhongsheng raised his hand to pick it up. It was a bit light. He subconsciously looked down and saw that the magazine was not full, but only half full.
"There are only so many left." A faint female voice came, after a pause, "Besides, your marksmanship is a bit bad."
When Park Jong-sheng heard this, he opened his mouth in astonishment and wanted to explain something, but finally closed it honestly. This is a fact. His shooting skills were really bad. He escaped all the way, emptying the magazine of bullets, and basically didn't hit anyone. Well, the main thing is
Regarding the relationship between his opponents, if he were an ordinary shooter, he wouldn't be so miserable. But if they are all professionals, it would be difficult... However, who was not a sharpshooter before! It's just that he is no longer good now...
He put on the magazine angrily, but the gunfire in the corridor outside the door was still fierce, and there was no sign of a rush for the moment. After being silent for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "I remember you, the makeup artist of XX group, who are those people outside?
Coming for you?"
"Come on you more, big star!" His tone was lightly mixed with sarcastic anger that could not be concealed.
Park Zhongsheng was speechless for a moment. This is the fact. Although he still doesn't understand what happened, the enemies outside are indeed attacking him much more than the other party.
The specific situation must start from the very beginning when we met each other. At that time, Park Jong-sung was still in a safe situation. He walked quickly along the safe passage and was about to leave the stadium smoothly. However, he was chased back by several gunmen who spoke Japanese.
It doesn't matter, if this road doesn't work, just change another way, but then the situation gets out of control...
No matter which way you choose or where you go, you will always encounter gunmen who suddenly pop up. It seems that there are enemies in all directions. The key is that these gunmen don't seem to be in the same group. They have a deep hatred and will exchange fire when they meet.
Park Zhongsheng, who was trapped in the situation, could only hide around. He bumped into the woman twice on the way. The other woman seemed to be in a similar situation. In order not to drag each other down and not to be dragged down by each other, the two of them passed by each other at first and went their separate ways.
, until they were suppressed indiscriminately and had no choice but to form temporary partners and run away...
"Let's be frank." Park Zhongsheng couldn't bear this confusing situation and said proactively, "There are people outside from several underground organizations in South Korea. They are really coming for me. What about you?"
The woman hesitated for a moment and said: "Kitatoji."
Thinking of the few people who spoke Japanese before, Park Zhongsheng suddenly nodded, but frowned: "Isn't that right? When the gunmen outside were exchanging fire, I heard one party shouting that Kyushu is rising. Isn't that one of your people?"
"What a coincidence, I also heard someone talking about the Park family. Those are your family guards, right?"
Shaking his head firmly, "It's impossible, there are no people from the Park family outside."
"The Rise of Kyushu has not participated in the battle, at least not yet."
"Well?"
Originally they were trying to figure something out, but now the two of them were staring at each other, even more confused.
"Then what are they fighting for?!"
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In the square at the main entrance of the gymnasium, members of the performance troupe, including gymnasium staff, were boarding urgently. They were several temporarily requisitioned buses. They looked a bit shabby, but of course they couldn't care less at this time.
One car after another drove away. On the rooftop platform of the stadium, Tang Chao stood quietly in the wind. Next to his feet was a dark figure crouching, with a light sniper rifle equipped with night vision goggles leaning to the side.
It's not Kitouji's killer, it's a South Korean sniper. The former came here only to recapture the hard drive containing important intelligence information, and to kill them secondarily. The South Koreans are different, killing is their purpose.
Of course, it doesn't matter who he kills. The Tang Dynasty doesn't intend to care about it. Even if he has friendship with the Park family, it doesn't mean he didn't receive Park Tae-sik's request. Maybe he wants his traitor to die here, right...
The blame can only be blamed on the sniper squatting at the wrong spot. After leaving and returning, Tang Dynasty just wanted to quietly watch someone leave safely, but you are squatting here with a sniper rifle to scare people, so you can only solve it easily.
Lost.
The cool night breeze blew past his ears. Tang Chao frowned slightly and looked back at the performance. At the same time, at the door downstairs, Gao Changfeng and a group of team members hurriedly entered the stadium...
Not a big problem.
Although he had no intention of interfering, Tang Chao did see some situations when he came over, such as two poor guys who were fighting from left to right, and the inexplicable fight between the Kitouji killer and the South Korean gunman.
In terms of manpower, the South Korean assassination group formed by several underground forces undoubtedly has a great advantage. But in terms of individual strength, the elite assassins of Kitōji are much stronger. Both sides have their own advantages, and they basically fight
A 50-50 stalemate...but no matter which force it is, or the two forces combined, it is impossible to break through the defense line of Kyushu Rise.
In fact, if they were not in a hurry to send irrelevant people away, the effect of Kyushu Rise's official entry should be a strong crushing. It has good strength, manpower, and home court advantage. No matter from any aspect, it is undefeated.
Possibly, on the contrary, if the Kitouji assassins and the South Korean assassination group continue to fail to recognize the changes in the situation, it is very likely that they will all fall into trouble here.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Thinking like this, Tang Chao's eyes continued to fall on the square. It seemed that the buses transferred were not enough. Jiuzhou Rising was arranging a few cars to drive in. The remaining
There were not many people, only a dozen or so. Yin Zhuxian was among them, still wearing the light pink dress from the performance, lowering his head and talking to his companions. The night wind blew, and the hem of the skirt danced gently, like an elf.
.
Goodbye... never see you again... After all, we are not from the same world, right... Looking at Yin Zhuxian bending down to get into the car, Tang Chao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stretched, turned around, walked away, and went back to eat supper.
At this moment, suddenly, Zira - the tires rubbed against the ground rapidly, causing a sharp and sharp sound, and then the loud banging and crashing noises spread far and near in this silent night.
He paused at his feet, looked back in astonishment, and his eyes immediately froze after a startled glance!
At the entrance of the gymnasium, Zong Qing and several members of the Kyushu Uprising team watched blankly as a high-speed taxi rushed into the square without any sign of slowing down. It wildly bumped into several cars that had just started, twisted left and right, and drew a line in the square.
A diagonal arc, carrying the billowing green smoke caused by the tire friction on the ground, plunged into the glass exterior wall of a certain stadium, exploded with an uproar, and then made a loud roar, and hit the stone pillars inside, and the front hood of the car.
It bounced up and the butt of the car fell outside.
In full view of everyone, bang, the twisted and shriveled passenger door flew out a few feet away, and a young man wearing a sun hat, a colorful shirt, and large pants came out, holding a silver pistol in his hand.
Huh, when he saw clearly the gloomy face under the sunhat, even though he was still more than ten feet away, Zong Qing still took half a step back unconsciously, his pupils shrank sharply, and his expression changed drastically.
"Wind, Fuma Musashi..."
Oh, several guns were raised at the same time. The exclamation that came out was not very loud, but the young man seemed to hear it, turned his head and glanced this way, ignored it, inserted the pistol into his waist, and walked around to the taxi driver.
Driving side.
"Fuma Musashi appears! Repeat, Fuma Musashi appears! Ah Qing, please ask the young master to come over quickly... No, take them to retreat to the gymnasium first." Shooting away the pistols of the players beside him, Zongqing pointed to the two overturned cars in the square.
, unfortunately, among them was the car that Yoon Zhuxian got into. The remaining cars were okay. Although they were hit hard, the angle did not cause them to roll over, and they were driving away quickly at this time.
The first responders were retreating here, and there was a loud bang on the other side. In search of recognition, the young man actually tore open the driver's door with one hand, as effortlessly as tearing open a piece of paper, and then dragged the struggling driver out from inside.
, after dragging him halfway, he let go, letting his upper body lie on his back outside the car, then kicked him with his feet, gnashing his teeth and roaring,
"Detour, detour, I'll let you take a detour——"
"It's less than half an hour's drive, why don't you give me an hour's drive?!"
"You're still building a highway on the road, I'm going to let you get on the highway——"
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Bang bang bang, the feet hit the flesh, and the screams resounded through the square. Not far away, Zong Qing and several others looked at each other in shock when they saw this, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a moment. "Zong team?" They raised their guns and pointed them attentively.
While he was hesitating, he asked whether he should take action to rescue him.
"He has no intention of killing, at least not yet..." Observing the unilateral violence not far away, Zong Qing's eyes twitched, "He should be venting his anger, let's withdraw first."
This judgment was basically reliable. If Fuma Musashi really wanted to kill someone, one kick would be enough. It was impossible for him to kick the driver to the point where he could still scream so powerfully.
This is the fact. When Yin Zhuxian and others in the car were rescued and withdrawn to the ticket gate, Fuma Musashi over there finally stopped kicking people. It was not him who stopped on his own initiative, but someone who rushed out of the Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle.
The young white-collar worker took three steps at a time and rushed to hug him. Fuma Musashi was still unwilling to give in. He struggled and kicked a few times in the air...
"Lord Musashi, calm down, calm down!"
"Baga! Don't stop me! I have to have a good argument with him today. Why are you bullying me, a foreigner who doesn't know the road? If I hadn't reacted, I would still be driving on the inner ring highway - you still dare to hide? You still dare to
Hide! What the hell am I—"
The young white-collar worker was about to cry, "Business matters, Mr. Musashi! Moriyama-kun and the others are about to catch the spy, but now they are surrounded by the rise of Kyushu, and they urgently need your support——"
"I'll tell you this before it's over, I'll deal with you later! Bah——"
After a lot of force and careful words, until a mouthful of saliva drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed accurately on the driver, Fuma Musashi was finally persuaded by the young white-collar worker to enter the gym.
Half a minute later, Tang Chao jumped down from the second floor with a sniper rifle. He first glanced at the familiar taxi... To be honest, Tang Chao was startled when he saw this taxi just now, because this was it.
Not long ago, he and Tangdou sat in a taxi back to Jiangyue Mansion. One after another, they almost ran into a mad dog head-on. It was a fluke... Then, he looked down at the driver who had passed out with blood on his face, and shook his head speechlessly.
Courage is admirable, but why bother?
Go around and enter the gym again.
Well, we still bumped into...
The Tang Dynasty didn't care about the South Korean assassination team, the liaison hard drive, etc., but he couldn't care less about Fuma Musashi.
I came here twice and found no trace of Fuuma Musashi. I thought there was something wrong with the information on the rise of Kyushu. I secretly rejoiced and planned to call it a day, but I didn't expect it was because the taxi driver took a detour... Anyway, come here.
Now, let’s try it! But before that...
He paused, silently approached the corner of the wall, and raised his sniper rifle. As soon as he raised the muzzle, as if he was playing a double act, a figure rushed out from the corner. He braked urgently, but due to inertia, he still rushed forward half way.
He stepped forward, his eyebrows directly touching the muzzle of the cold sniper rifle.
"scare!"
His legs went weak, cold sweat spread all over his forehead, and his pupils expanded, contracted, and expanded again at a speed visible to the naked eye... The visitor was obviously frightened, which is understandable. As he was running, he ran into the muzzle of a sniper around the corner.
I sent it up myself, no one can resist it!
Removing the muzzle of the gun, Tang Chao looked at the somewhat familiar young man and frowned: "Are you the one who practices Bajiquan?"
"You, you, you, I, I, I... I repair circuits... No, no, no, I do Bajiquan!" The visitor is Xiao Sun, a member of the Rise of Kyushu, who had been tinkering with circuits in the electrical box room.
, I heard that Fuuma Musashi was so fierce that he rushed to help, but this happened, and the soul was almost scared away.
He stretched out his hand and said, "Just right, give me the communication headset."
"Oh." Xiao Sun, who recognized the Tang Dynasty, finally returned to his original position. After hearing this, he hurriedly took off the headset and handed it over.
Hanging it on his ear, he immediately heard Zong Qing shouting to get down. After hearing a few more words, Tang Chao couldn't help but frown. Zong Qing and his group who had just withdrawn unexpectedly ran into a South Korean assassination group.
They dispersed in an instant and fell into a situation where they were fighting on their own.
Yoon Joo Hyun... I'm in trouble...
"That...this..." Xiao Sun stood obediently next to him, carefully spying on the bad expression of the boss next to him, and asked tentatively, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"have."
"You can just say it!" Xiao Sun suddenly puffed up his chest after hearing this and took care of everything.
"Go back and continue repairing your circuits, and become a promising electrician."