Chapter 557

The beauty adjusted the angle of the bazooka and said, "Duan Xin, you idiot, if you give you a pit, you jump. This is my gift to you. Roar, this girl is called making plans..."

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, she suddenly heard the extremely violent sound of cars from the street. At the same time, the voice of her men came from her headphones: "a car is coming from the north, and the speed is fast."

She shook her eyes, didn't she? The American car was almost floating and said, "can you see the person?"

While talking, the car raced in front of her. She vaguely saw that the person in the driver's seat was Duan Xin. She was stunned and saw the car jacking into the restaurant.

Boom!

Not only smashed the French window, but also four or five tables. Finally, he stopped in the center of the restaurant and put out the fire. Joson's men heard something wrong with the sound of the car and hid fast enough. Only two people who were filling wine were hit and flew. Seeing that their lives were unknown after they landed on the ground, the man's anger ran up, thinking it was an accident, I'm going to take down the reckless driver and beat him up.

Joson pulled out his knife directly. As soon as he came forward, he saw that the man with seven meat and eight vegetables was Duan Xin. He was stunned and asked, "Duan, Duan Shao? Why are you? "

Duan Xin held the door and shook his head. He woke up a little. He was about to open his mouth and saw a smoking thing flying outside. His intuition and experience told him that he was a cruel guy who could not be ignored. Therefore, his face changed greatly. He came and ran to the counter with Joson in his arms. At the same time, he shouted, "it's a bazooka, go!"

Sooner or later, the shell roared and was exploding on Duan Xin's car. Fortunately, Duan Xin reacted very quickly. The two men rushed into the counter in time, making the hard back bear part of the impact, and the explosion point was far away, otherwise they would be smashed by shrapnel.

Even so, they were blasted very uncomfortable, and their backs were like being cut more than a dozen knives. Duan Xin raised his head from all kinds of debris, shook his painful head, shook off the dust, and then looked at Joson regardless of himself. A moment later, Joson also raised his skull very uncomfortable.

Duan Xin breathed out secretly, but his whole body hurt badly. He hated and said, "what's the matter? The power of rockets is so powerful that they almost hung a few."

Joson spat bloody foam and tried to find the gun, but he didn't know where it fell.

At this time, Duan Xin's earphone heard Wu Cheng's voice: "how are you? I locked the enemy! "

There was a rumor in the voice. Obviously, Wucheng said while running. Duan Xin also guessed that there was an enemy outside the restaurant, so he let Wucheng get off first.

"I'm fine..." before he finished, Duan Xin couldn't stop when he saw the scene outside. He and Joson were fine, but most of Joson's men didn't escape the bombardment of rockets. They were scattered and bloody. Only a few seven or eight people were OK. Those two or three had great luck and were unscathed.

These people came quickly, protected in front of the counter, drew their guns and knives, and asked in a hurry, "brother, how are you?"

Joson gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not dead!"

At this time, Duan Xin put an elbow on Joson's neck, drew a pistol against his heart and said in a harsh voice, "why do you want my lighter?"

"What? You don't want to give it back to me! " With a look of confusion and indignation, Joson took out his lighter and fell to the ground.

Duan Xin looked down and loosened him.

Joson couldn't stop saying, "what's going on?"

Duan Xin said, "let's solve the enemy first."

Then he went out.

Joson couldn't help reminding: "be careful of the bazooka"

Duan Xin didn't answer and strode out without scruples, because he believed that Wucheng would never give the enemy a second shot.

Sure enough, there was a close fight in the street.

On the 20th and 30th, they besieged Wucheng with one person.

This ticket has been seen by Duan Xin. They are all experts of the Jay dragon and tiger team.

Joson also came out, but he yelled at his men who had just received from the old station. Is it easy? He was blown to death before he had a bite of the food. Is he in a good mood? He has to vent his anger on the enemy in front of him.

At this time, Duan Xin saw a man standing in the dark, with a rocket launcher at his feet and a purple robe. Take a closer look, is it fickley or who?

Damn woman! Duan Xin went straight to her.

He didn't worry about Wu Cheng. He beat the master. For Wu Cheng, it's not an old man's play, and it's not much worse than an urchin. He believes that Wu Cheng can solve them in less than five minutes, not to mention Joson's help.

Seeing Duan Xin, fickley sighed, but her eyes brightened and murmured, "you boy, you are really lucky!"

Before the words fell, she turned and left.

Although she has a high status in Huoling sect, she has no skills. She is one or two grades higher than ordinary women, but she is extremely smart. She must have subordinates around her every time she takes action.

At the end of the darkness is a high wall, five or six stories high. No one can run. Fickley is even more difficult, but someone threw a rope for her.

She held the rope in one hand and was soon pulled up. Her posture was unspeakably beautiful and natural. She smiled and waved with her other hand.

When she got to the top, she took her time to pose and said with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet again so soon. It's a pity to say goodbye so soon!"

Seeing that the woman was going to run, Duan Xin was a little worried. He had several scenes against her, but he didn't take advantage of it. Now he didn't want to let her go, so he didn't hesitate and directly raised the muzzle of his gun.

But at this time, the wind was loud, but there were more than a dozen black robed believers shooting up from the wall. Their robes trembled and rustled. They rose in the air and oblique shot down. Although their height and speed were different, their shapes were unified and sharp.

Seeing that they were killing themselves, Duan Xin adjusted the muzzle of the gun and fired bullets continuously. Immediately, two people fell to the ground, and they fell to the ground.

Duan Xin sneered. He thought that a shuttle of bullets had been fired directly. Unfortunately, as soon as he fired five shots, someone fell on his head. It was too late to shoot again. He abandoned his gun and drew his knife. His luck turned and met the machete of the first black robed believer.

Clatter.

The demon wing knife cut off the machete and cut off half of the black robed believer's head. The blood was scattered in the air. It was very charming under the light in the distance.

Then Duan Xin stepped on the ground, stepped on the wall, shot up obliquely, and hit the three black robed believers in mid air. The knife light flashed three times. The three believers stopped acting like lightning and stared at Duan Xin's death.

Duan Xin also fell to the ground, but provoked their knife.

Three knives took off one after another and shot three black robed believers.

Looking at the rest, Duan Xin said with a wild smile: "not enough to fight, fickley, your people are not enough to abuse me!"