Chapter 354

Shen Yezhong has not yet reflected whether his bullet has gone into Xiao Chen's chest. He just feels a flower in front of his eyes. The figure of the man standing in front of him has become a remnant in the field of vision. Then there is a sharp pain in his wrist. Shen Yezhong utters an instinctive scream in his throat. Looking down, he can see that from his wrist to his elbow, it has become an incredible arc, and the pistol Still hanging between his slightly curved fingers, his arm was already soft in the air. He could only use his other hand to feel for the part of the pain cone. What he was more afraid of than the pain on his body was Xiao Chen's ghostly movements and body shape.

Shen Yezhong only uttered a cry, and then he bit his teeth tightly again. His mouth smelled of cold metal, and he was dripping with cold sweat. He narrowed his eyes and could resist the pain of big sweat penetrating into his eyes. He made a weak voice from his teeth and said: "Xiao Chen How can you... "

"You are too careless, uncle Shen." Xiao Chen hung his eyes, as if watching a masterpiece, looking at his arm, which was ruthlessly removed by his own action: "is it enough to have hands? I, Xiao Chen When have you ever been more afraid of each other than yourself, huh? "

Shen Yezhong breathes heavily and can only look at Xiao Chen's still calm eyes. If his eyes can kill people, there must be countless holes in Xiao Chen.

The situation suddenly turned to one side.

Men's curses, grunts, fists and feet, gunshots from far to near, mixed with the sound of human body being rammed into by sharp tools, such as waves down the stairs to the room where Xiao Chen and others are. Shen Yezhong reluctantly turns his head and tries to go through the thick wall and look at the two sides of the fierce battle. However, the fact that Xiao Chen has disabled his arm makes him ignore many things. He quickly turns his head around and stares at Xiao Chen like an old lion on the edge of the cliff.

"You too Those are all your people... "

"Let me use all the power I can use, I still want to sigh my admiration." Xiao Chen finally takes a look at Shen Yezhong's completely useless arm, turns around and walks towards the two women.

This is the moment Shen Yezhong is waiting for.

His left hand quickly opened the fingers of his right hand, held the pistol in his hand again, then raised his arm and aimed at Xiao Chen's Vest without thinking.

"Bang!"

Shen Yezhong's eyes almost come out of his eyes!

Xiao Chen's back of the head seems to have eyes. He quickly hides to his side, and the bullet flies out of it again. Shen Yezhong fails to hit it. The next second he holds the gun back in his hand and smashes it at Xiao Chen, who is bullying him!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" From Shen Yezhong's throat came a long series of shrill screams.

Xiao Chen easily, or even carelessly, evaded the attack of the middle-aged man. His slender fingers flicked at each other's thick elbows, and then slapped them lightly on his shoulders. With a click, Shen Yezhong's left arm hung down like cotton. The double pain was beyond his endurance.

"Uncle Shen," Xiao Chen's words sounded in his ears. Shen Yezhong's teeth bumped up and down and "clucked". The man's low voice at the moment was the same as the devil's nonsense: "you are old. If you're not in good health, don't push it. "

Shen Yezhong's vision is red with blood.

The door burst open. Two men in black jumped into the door, covered with blood, one of them gave Xiao Chen a thumbs up.

Shen Yezhong instantly understood the meaning of this action.

The sound of fierce fighting reverberated around the room, like being strangled by an invisible hand, dissipated in the air, leaving only the tense atmosphere in the room, and Shen Yezhong's insistent whisper: "impossible It's impossible... "

Xiao Chen slightly raised his eyes and asked the man standing by the door, "how about it?"

"Report to the boss, 45 dead, 168 injured, the other side completely destroyed."

"Where are our people?"

"Two minor injuries."

Shen Yezhong's voice stopped.

His face turned to a complete failure. Even if he didn't want to believe it, he couldn't choose to deceive himself - it was all over. Everything he worked hard for was completely destroyed by Xiao Chen.

He took a hasty look around.

There was no one left except Shen Congjian, who was lying on the ground, covering the wound and calmly closing her eyes.

And the woman who should have clamped down Xu Yuchu has already taken back her arm and is leaning against the wall, looking at him coldly. That pair of eyes looking directly at him, there is no empty or addicted and so on, he is familiar with the look, only full of resentment.

Shen Yezhong wanted to laugh, but he could only touch the muscles on his pale cheek. He could not lift a smile or make a sound.

The confused thoughts in my mind became clear little by little under the effect of pain.

"Xiao Chen, "he whispered," I At your disposal, but my arm... " He raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Chen's cold face: "can you help me deal with it a little? I'm old. I can't stand the pain. "Xiao Chen and Shen Yezhong looked at each other for a long time.

Instead of answering, he took a step in front of Shen Yezhong.

He put his finger on Shen Yezhong's left arm and gently pulled and twisted it. The latter's eyes flashed a trace of fine awn. He felt the blood rushing and circulating rapidly in his arm again, bringing up the itching like ants.

Xiao Chengang wants to step back. Shen Yezhong's fingers have been rapidly probing into the pocket of his trousers and touching the body of the gun, which is heated by his body temperature.

"Xiao Chen! Even if you die, I want you to be buried with me! "

Shen Yezhong pulls out his pistol and drinks it violently, aiming the muzzle at Xiao Chen's chest, which is completely exposed in front of him.

"Bang bang bang bang!" The dull gunfire continued, and then silence returned.

Shen Yezhong opened his eyes, but the expected scene of blood spray did not appear. The noise in his head merged into a long and shrill hiss. The more and more intense pain from his chest made him lower his head in disbelief. On his thick chest, he saw a scarlet, little by little blooming demon flower.

And between Xiao Chen's fingers, it was a silver pistol, flashing the light of death's call.

"Jingle." His trembling fingers can no longer hold the heavier weapon. Shen Yezhong uses his hands to plug the hole where scarlet liquid is constantly pouring out, but he can only watch his hands being dyed scarlet mercilessly.

"Xiao Chen You How dare you... " His chest heaved up and down, and he thought of something again. He turned to look at the woman who had stood up straight and looked at him with disgust: "bitch Bitch I want you, your immortal grandfather and Xiao Guojian Cough It's a terrible death! Let them Bury them with me