Chapter 383

When the gun rang, the pub was in a mess, and people on the first floor immediately ran out, but the hairy Vietnamese boy guarding the house looked very calm and did not lose the wind with one enemy and three.

We were blocked by this guy shooting back and forth. This ordinary partition wall was hit in rows like paper in front of the assault rifle. I had to lie on the ground, put my hand to the door and fire back. In this way, the bullets were not accurate at all, and the long haired Vietnamese didn't rush out, He only needs to stick to several security guards downstairs to squeeze through the crowd to support him.

Under normal circumstances, his idea must be no problem, because I heard the sound of the magazine landing inside. He replaced it with a new one. As long as he came to sweep back, we couldn't rush in.

But one thing he didn't know was that there was going to be a power failure here. While shooting, I counted down "3, 2, 1" in my heart

On the count of one, all the lights in the pub went out, and suddenly fell into darkness, leaving only gunshots and screams echoing in the darkness.

When the light went out, I knew this was the only chance and had to seize it. When the hairy Vietnamese bullet swept over my head to suppress Ivan on the other side of the door, I suddenly stood up, grabbed the top edge of the door with one hand, struggled to swing my body up, closed my legs and waist in the air, and swung myself into a corner of the house.

This can be said to be extremely risky. It's entirely a bet that the other party can't see in the dark and is busy suppressing fire. If you care about it, you can't care about it.

The bet was really right, but when I landed on the floor, the guy heard the sound of stepping on the floor and immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and ran to me. I quickly rolled over according to the position of the sofa in my memory, and the man's bullet immediately followed me. I didn't care that I had an accomplice lying here. I just felt a few bullets into the meat, A lot of liquid splashed on my face with a bloody smell. This guy is probably dead, but it's good to be anesthetized first and then shot, so he won't suffer a crime.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, either you or I," I said without reason. I pulled the man's body in front of me, waved a gun and opened fire on the Vietnamese.

When I attracted fire, Ivan and the drunkard rushed in. The room had a lot of space. After the three of us dispersed, he could no longer suppress us with a gun like guarding the door. The three of us covered each other. I was in the middle, Ivan and the drunkard on the left and right, and I was going to surround him.

At this time, the emergency lights in the pub lit up one after another, and there was more or less light. Seeing that he couldn't stand it, the hairy Vietnamese boy suddenly made an amazing move. He turned back and shot two shots to blow up the floor glass behind him. He also mentioned the young man who had been shrinking behind the tea table and threw it to the first floor.

Fuck, this guy is tough and decisive enough. If he throws him down like this, he is unlikely to die. At most, he breaks a bone. In this way, the young man can meet the security guard downstairs. It can be seen that the hairy Vietnamese boy cares about this man's safety, which means that we probably have a big fish.

After throwing the man out of the window, the guy turned and wanted to continue shooting at us, but how could we miss this opportunity? I resolutely leaned out and shot him in the chest. The man fell back from the top of the quilt, but rolled and stood up again. It seems that he should be wearing a bulletproof back heart.

When he fell to the ground, the man's rifle fell a few meters away. He didn't have time to pick up the pistol and shoot at me. I quickly shrunk my head. The bullet penetrated the sofa and flew over my head with a lot of small cotton wool. It almost hit me, which scared me into a cold sweat on my back.

When he dealt with me, the drunkard rushed up, but he didn't shoot. He rushed up and cut off the hairy Vietnamese boy's pistol, shook his wrist and cut the Vietnamese boy's throat with a knife.

The Vietnamese boy leaned back over the drunkard's blade, and drew out a single pointed double-edged dagger in his right hand. The two sides fought fiercely with knives.

The drunkard fights with this man. Ivan and I dare not shoot, because the Vietnamese boy is also an expert in using knives. If he uses military stabs, it is estimated that the drunkard will beat him, but now the drunkard uses an ordinary hunting knife, so the sharpness of attack and defense is reduced. Vietnam has just been shot. Although it is a civilian bullet with insufficient charge and a bulletproof vest, it still affects the flexibility of his skills. In this way, the two fought half and half, moved quickly with each other, and could not aim at it at all.

Seeing this, I gave the Vietnamese boy to the drunkard. Anyway, he didn't lose the wind. I bent over and grabbed the AK on the ground, ran to the window, knocked over the security guards on the first floor, jumped down and caught the young Vietnamese.

He was limping to the door. When I caught him, he picked up a beer bottle and ran back to hit me on the head.

This is clearly the way for hooligans to fight. Frankly, I won't have anything to do if he hits me, but it's a little troublesome to clean up with a splash of broken glass. So I raised my legs and kicked him on the somersault, then swept my legs and kicked the wine bottle in his hand. I stepped forward and put my hand around his neck, pressed the artery with my thumb, and pointed a gun at his head in the other hand. After counting a few seconds in my heart, his head tilted and fainted.

"Tie it up and take it away," I shouted to Ivan who followed.

Ivan tied the man's hands and feet with a buckle rope, threw it on his shoulder, gently and skillfully picked it up, took the AK I picked up in his hand and ran to the door.

At this time, the drunkard upstairs and the long haired Vietnamese had not yet decided the winner. They fought so hard that they just rolled down the window on the second floor.

After landing, the two stabbed each other, and both were flashed by each other. They grabbed each other's hand holding the knife. They wrestled in a circle and kicked each other's chest at the same time. Both of them were kicked out four or five meters by each other, lying down and sliding out like skating on the smooth dance floor for a long distance.

Seeing that they were separated, I raised my hand for three consecutive shots, but the Vietnamese turned over a small round table with wine. This table was a table made of solid wood and steel plate. The pistol bullet was so powerful that it didn't get through. The Vietnamese bent down between a row of tables and jumped up, jumped a fish jump before my second shot and fell behind the counter.

"The police are coming, let's go," Ivan shouted to me as he stood at the door carrying people. At the same time, I also heard the sound of the siren approaching here.

"Let's go" I stepped forward and picked up the drunkard. He should have been kicked in his leg joint. The rest is OK. Millions of nano clothes are not in vain.

We rushed out of the pub. The door where there was a long line just now was empty. Brother donkey drove to the door. We jumped on the bus quickly and raced away in front of the police.

In the car, I looked at the guy I caught. The age was not much 256 years old. My hair was dyed purple, and a pair of small eyes actually painted eyeliner. I could see a little bit of laughter.

We drove directly to an empty three story villa on the outskirts of Toronto. This is the safety of the old black mercenaries here

House is a little like the wooden house shared by jade miners in Kunlun Mountains, but it is for mercenaries performing tasks near the city, and it is dozens of times larger in area and equipment.

The villa faces the mountain on one side and a quiet lake on the other side. The scenery is very beautiful. It also has a large area. In addition to a spacious yard where you can play football, there are two floors of buildings on the ground and one floor underground. If you want to enter, you must input three passwords. If you input the wrong password twice, you will release anesthetic gas. At the same time, you will automatically send an alarm to the local office of their company, and someone will check it. So I am very careful when I lose, Although we have said hello to Lao Hei, we still don't want to disturb others.

These houses have a large area and good sound insulation. There are no other people within ten kilometers. We threw the prisoner on the floor to wake him up. When he woke up, he began to scold in English with Vietnamese, and his accent is very strange. I can't understand it, but I can hear a word in his words frequently: "China, China"

"What does this word mean?" I repeated and asked brother donkey.

Brother donkey found some water from the fridge, drank it and replied, "just as nigger is an insulting description of blacks, China is used to insult us Chinese. It is a statement of extreme contempt, but generally white racists like to use it. This boy is likely to be confused by you and forget his skin color."

After listening to brother donkey's explanation, I immediately laughed, and the drunkard and Ivan laughed. At this time, the prisoner was empty, closed his mouth and looked at us in panic.

"What's your name?" I pulled out the hunting knife and tried the sharpness of the blade with my fingers. I was satisfied to see that a thin piece of horny skin was callused down.

"Catch me if you don't know me? Aren't you from the big circle Gang? Who is it?" although the man was timid, he didn't seem stupid. He knew at once that he regarded us as others.

"It's a long story. Let's introduce yourself first." I saw some red wine and cigars on the shelf in the living room. I don't know whether they were for decoration or which mercenary lived in was good. I took out a bulk cigar and cut it into sections with round hole clip scissors. In the process, I looked at his fingers from time to time.

He curled up his fingers with an unnatural expression and said, "what do you tie me for? How much do you want?"

I made an impatient expression. Ivan went up with two mouths and scolded, "answer my boss's question".

He was slapped twice by Ivan's big hand, and the drunkard cut off two strands of purple and red hair with a knife. The man began to confess.

His name is Ruan Qingjie. He is the youngest son of Ruan Wenxiong, the current boss of the Vietnamese gang. His father told him not to go out these days, but he was so angry that he wanted to drink and bubble women. He borrowed one of his father's four bodyguards, that is, yesterday's long hair. In addition, he usually has a bodyguard and his own field, I didn't think there would be much problem, but I capsized.

I thought it would be better to stop watching movies and playing games at home. If you want to soak a woman, you'd better call some door-to-door services. You have to come out to taste the fresh food and have an accident.

I then asked him, "why does your father want you to stay at home these days?"

"Maybe there was another conflict with the big circle gang." he wanted to cover up the past vaguely. However, his inexperienced eyes that swayed and dared not look directly at him had betrayed him.

I was about to signal the drunkard and Ivan to start, but brother donkey gave a long sigh: "Alas, why do you bother? Everyone is civilized. I advise you to ask and say anything before they get angry." at the same time, he looked sympathetic.