Chapter 688

The blade suddenly turned when it was about to stab into Liang Jiarong's abdomen, and then fell down in a natural fall. When it was about to land, a foot wearing cloth shoes stretched out and kicked on the back of the knife. The knife bounced up at a faster speed and fell into the hand of a bony nun. Then the hand holding the handle of the knife hit the kidnapper's face with the pinched wrist jumping up.

When the loud noise sounded, Lin Ziyu was also hit by the sound wave and staggered. Before she straightened up, a little black light flashed in the corner of her eyes, and then there was a sharp pain on her wrist. The pain made her release her hand, and the small pistol also fell down, and was copied away by a thick palm in mid air.

When she looked up in surprise, the dark figure had already circled around the two waiters with submachine guns beside her. The submachine gun brought a dazzling trace in the air and fell into the hands of two tall men walking out of the crowd, while her small gun fell into the hands of the handsome man through the two men.

It's only a few seconds from the loud noise to the sound wave dispersing.

The VIP Hall has completely changed.

Dong Ershao and Liang Jiarong, who narrowly escaped death, were mixed with horror and ecstasy on their faces, and their eyes looked at their benefactor and burst into rolling tears.

Dong Ershao shook his lips and said, "brother, brother!"

Shadow thirteen pushed away his trembling hand and pulled him aside. The knife wrapped a knife flower in his hand and opened the door of the VIP Hall.

All kinds of sounds, including fierce gunfire, came through the line.

"Shit! What kind of glass is this? The gunpowder can't be broken!"

"Brother, run quickly! There's a fight over there!"

"What are you running for? They beat them! Come on, give me the hammer!"

"Da Da!" The sound of submachinegun.

The joyful laughter in the VIP Hall, which was delayed for half a minute, suddenly became hoarse.

Shadow thirteen opened out through the crack of the door.

All the decorations of the VIP Hall are made of real materials. Even the doors are thick and sound proof. The outside is in such a mess, and there is no sound inside.

The cloister was in chaos because of the explosion. Several men covered with black cloth were holding hammers and desperately knocking on the glass cabinet where the white jade lotus was placed.

In another part of the corridor, a dozen men with guns were forced behind the pillars and shot at the people in the innermost VIP Hall.

The bullet sent out a sharp whistling, hitting dense pits on the wall. If someone raised his head a little, he would be hit by the bullet, and the blood splashed on the wall, like peach blossoms in full bloom.

Shadow thirteen's eyes swept to the men who shouted excitedly because of the cracks in the glass cabinet, and waved to night soul.

Night spirit knocked the two waiters unconscious with a knife, glanced at Lin Ziyu, took the knife thrown by Ying shisan, leaned close to the edge of the door, looked back, smiled at Ling Qingyu slightly, and flashed out.

"Soul!" Ling Qingyu shouted and turned to look at Yan San.

Yan Sanzheng stood by the gambling table, knocked on the table with a pistol in one hand, and said to the two stupid men, "install, continue to install." Seeing Ling Qingyu looking over, he raised his hand and threw the gun to Yang Zhao and Zhao Yinfeng. He left the gambling table and took her from Zhao Yinfeng's arms. A reassuring smile came to the corner of his mouth and whispered, "nothing."

Fang Dashao got up from the ground, patted Ying Jiu's shoulder, and said to the two men who packed money, "good boy, you dare to rob Lao Tzu's money. Be honest, who sent it!"

"That's not your money now." Yan San's cool way.

Fang Dashao was stunned and remembered that he had indeed lost nearly 50 million yuan. Didn't he say that the money was his?

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There were several huge explosions outside the door, and the sound waves shook the door of the VIP Hall twice.

The people inside the door were scared and panicked again.

Dong Ershao saluted Ying shisan with an ancient salute and rushed back to the crowd with a whoosh. Liang Jiarong also said thank you and retreated.

"Third Master, they are moving this way." Shadow thirteen turned around and shouted. Fang Dashao immediately squatted down at the crack of the door and looked out.

A man stood deep in the corridor, and the rocket on his shoulder was firing a shell, which exploded directly at the corridor column, directly blowing away the few people left behind the corridor column.

Fang Dashao's face turned pale, and his legs trembled as if they were not weak enough to the ground. Looking at the other side of the corridor, another person came out, with the rocket on his shoulder facing

This is the direction of their VIP Hall.

Shadow thirteen threw him aside, closed the door, flashed aside with shadow nine, and shouted, "get out of the way!"

Hearing the roaring sound, Yan San pressed Ling Qingyu to the ground and covered his body. Zhao Yinfeng on one side also covered his huge body.

As soon as the others saw it, they all sprawled on the ground without hesitation.

Only Ye Xi's slender body like a bamboo stands in the middle.

With a sharp whistling, the shell directly opened the door of the VIP Hall, and a big hole directly hit the crowd. It was about to explode.

Chu Nan pressed her body on Zhong chufei's body and scolded secretly in her heart.

Everyone held their heads in horror and lowered their bodies. No one saw it. At that moment, Ying Jiu threw out his knife.

Ye Shiyi took the knife with his hand, and his internal power surged all over his body. He jumped up, and the knife head slapped on the bullet head.

The cannonball was shot back to the original road.

The hole where the shell came through flew back and exploded on the way, cracking the cloister.

From the hole, shadow thirteen saw the smoke filled gravel flying all over the sky. The men finally knocked on the glass cabinet and took out the white jade lotus with joy. But just after running back for a few steps, a man swept over the exit like a shadow wind, cut them down, and then copied the white jade lotus.

He flashed into the door and Yelu said, "there are also many people over there, holding guns and saying they want to save Dongge." With that, he held a submachine gun in his hand and threw it to Yang Zhao.

"Not from the NSA?" Yang Zhao stood up, took the gun and asked.

Night soul shook his head and said, "the police above are almost done. The Gambling Hall below is evacuating, and the police are all below."

Why did the shell explode outside? With doubts in mind, the people in the hall were not in the mood to pay attention to these things.

"Dongge's people won't worry about us. They will kill people when they see them." Mr. Ji said to Yan San. The strength of these people is stronger than he imagined. There may be a way to survive with them.

Yan San helped Ling Qingyu to stand up and looked at her face, which was whitened by the loud noise just now, and the cruelty on her face flashed by.

Yang Zhao opened the insurance of the gun and said faintly, "then you can only start first."

Uh! Is it better to start first?