Chapter 137

"Not good." The faces of the three in the room changed greatly.

Lao Miao and another man turn around at the same time and draw the gun.

Both were armed, and one was on active duty and the other retired.

Skilled, fast and urgent.

Just as they pulled out their guns, bang, the door was knocked open, whoosh, two bodies were thrown in.

Then someone stepped in and closed the door.

The man opens the door first, then throws, and finally comes in and closes the door.

After four movements, Lao Miao and the man aimed their guns at the man.

Ba, Lao Miao took the lead in shooting, but he found that the gun didn't ring.

When I looked at it, my face turned white.

The assassin had come to him and grabbed his gun with one hand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold the trigger.

"Bang" another man shot, but after one shot, he found that the man was not in front of him.

He shot directly at the gate, but there was no one in front of him.

He turned quickly, the muzzle of the gun turned.

Half a body side turns over, hears, card, card, the killer wrist on the side shakes, the pistol immediately changes hands, at the same time side body one foot.

Bang, kick Lao Miao out.

When the muzzle of the gun was turned over, the killer made a mistake and stood up with him.

The killer holds the gun to his head and his gun to the killer's head.

Both men fired at the same time.

"Bang, bang." There were two shots in the office.

Plop, that person body flew to go out, after falling to the ground, Bao Fei just saw his head had been hit to explode.

And the killer stood still.

There were three other people on the scene. Only the killer knew it. Just before the other side shot, his head tilted violently.

The man's bullet flew out close to his ear.

His movements are as fast as lightning. Except for the masters of traditional Chinese culture, these ordinary people can't see his movements clearly.

"Ding Yi" Bao Fei finally saw who the killer was.

He never thought that Ding Yi would find this place so soon and find his own.

"Security guard, security guard" Lao Miao got up from the ground and tried to shout outside.

"Don't shout. This door is sound proof. The gun is turned on here, and you can't hear it outside." Ding Yi grins at Bao Fei and takes back one of his thoughts.

"It turns out that you are a practitioner of Chinese martial arts. You belong to that sect. Don't mess around. The country has its own cases. Don't make trouble for your sect." Lao Miao is an old officer. He has a bit of vision and can see that Ding Yi is a practitioner of Chinese culture.

"Call your people and tell them to bring the golden four and the others back to camp." Ding Yi plays with his gun and sits on the sofa.

Lao Miao looked back at Bao Fei, who nodded to him.

"You have to protect them, otherwise - ah." Ding Yi shook his head.

Bao Fei's face changed slightly and he looked at Lao Miao nervously.

He is ruthless, but it depends on who he is. Today, Ding Yi is more ruthless than himself.

And this time, Ding Yi killed three people as soon as he came in.

That's right. The two security guards at the door of their office, who were also retired soldiers in the army, died like this.

They didn't arrive for a second from hearing them talking to being thrown in.

We can see the ferocity of Ding Yi.

Of course, Bao Fei was not very afraid. He didn't worry about his life. He felt that with his own identity, the other party didn't dare to kill himself.

I'll have a good talk with him later. I'll cheat him out with what conditions first, and then I'll find some experts in the army to kill him.

Even if you practice Chinese martial arts, I will kill you with some other thoughts.

Bao Fei thought wildly in his heart, while the old Miao on the side called and asked people to bring the four Jinmao to the camp, and the others went back to the camp.

Three people are sitting quietly in the room, Bao Fei and Lao Miao dare not move, keep exchanging meaning with eyes.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Ding Yi stood up and said, "they are coming." As he spoke, he walked to the door.

And open the door.

After a while, Ta TA TA, more than a dozen people entered.

Eight of them were dragging golden hair, Xiao Hei, Feng Zai and Jin Yan, each holding their arms.

Jin Mao, Feng Zai and Jin Yan were better, so they were beaten. Xiao Hei is no longer human, and his fingers and toes have been cut four or five times. Although they were bandaged, he is still in a coma with blood.

The guest, along with the police officer, entered the room with ten men and four men.

When they saw Ding Yi standing at the door, the door was still open.

Everyone didn't know Ding Yi, but as soon as they went in, they saw that Bao Fei's face was a little wrong, and there were still people lying on the ground.

"Bang" at this time, the door was shut heavily by Ding Yi.

"He's Ding Yi." Lao Miao points to Ding Yi and shouts.

These people are well-trained. They hear the call and carry guns, cards, cards, cards at the same time.

"Grass you" golden hair with his head, bang, a head hit a sergeant in the face.

Ah, the man covered his face and squatted down.

The wind son is also, suddenly open mouth, bite on the ear of a person on the side.

Ah, the man screamed, holding Fengzi's head, they rolled to the ground.

Usually Jin Yan looks weak. She kicks and pours at one of them.

The man didn't even call out. He opened his mouth, his eyes turned white, covered his crotch and kept jumping.

There was chaos and several people fired.

BAM, BAM, BAM, the gunfire was loud and stopped fast.

Bao Fei and Lao Miao are far away from each other. They can see clearly that Ding Yi's figure moves forward and backward like electricity, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.

Three seconds later, plop plop, someone fell to the ground one after another, and the gunfire on the field all stopped.

"I love grass." What Bao Fei is looking at is the soul flying out of the sky.

Lao Miao was also stunned.

All the shooters were turned over by Ding Yigan.

The rest are beating Jinmao, fengzai and Jinyan.

"Bang" Ding Yi shot on the ceiling, and the whole audience was quiet.

"Screw you." Jin Mao pushed down one of his uniforms, which he had pressed on his body to beat him.

The gun of the military uniform was hanging at his waist, but seeing Ding Yi holding the gun in his hand, many of his own people were lying around, so he didn't dare to draw the gun after all.

Another uniform pushes Jinyan to the ground and turns to draw the gun.

"Whoosh"

Ding Yi stepped in front of him, reached for him, grabbed him on his wrist, and twisted.

"Ah" the man's painful face changed shape, and he still had his gun in his hand, but the muzzle of the gun turned to his head.

He looked at the muzzle in horror: "no, no"

Even said two don't, "bang", or a shot in the head.

No one dares to shoot now.

Jinmao, fengzai and Jinyan get up one after another.

Fengzai and Jinyan pick up Xiaohei and put it on the sofa.

"Brother Yi, look at Xiao Hei." Golden hair cried.

Ding Yi didn't say anything. With a flick, he threw the gun in his hand.

Golden hair took the phone, raised his hand and said: "I grass you."

Bang, bang, bang, there was a lot of gunfire in the office. Except for the guests who went to the bathroom in front of him, all the uniforms were knocked over by him.

In the end, there were no bullets left. Card, card, card, the sound of the air kept on. Golden hair came back.

The guest's face turned white, no longer in the bath city when the calm: "do you know what you are doing?"

When he looked at the dead people all over the place, he couldn't imagine that Ding Yi would be so bold.

"Who made Xiao Hei?" Ding Yi asks Jin Mao.

"That's the bastard." Golden hair looked at the guest with a grim smile.

Ding Yi looks at Xiao Hei. He has two fingers and three toes cut.

"Do you remember what I said to you?" Ding Yi asked again.

"Of course I do." Golden hair is biting its teeth.

"I'm a lieutenant in the active national guard," the guest said in silence.

His voice just did not fall, bang, the chest was heavily a foot, the whole fly out.

After bumping into the wall, those who haven't got their heads up yet, plop, and get hit by a water cup on their heads.

Then Ding Yi drags his feet to the edge of the golden hair like a dead dog.

"One in a minute, first ten fingers, then ten toes."

"After all the cuts, cut his meat one by one. Don't kill him. If you kill him, it won't be fun." Ding Yi spoke faintly, as if he was not speaking to a person, but to a pig.

"Brother Yi, I've had roast duck. I know how to make it." Without saying a word, Jin Mao lowered his head and took out a knife from those military uniforms.

"I'm the active National Guard - ah."

Jin Mao cut his finger with a knife and threw it on the ground. Bang, bang, stomp with his foot several times.

"Fengzi, time, brother Yi said one minute to cut one."

"I see." The wind son left and right sees, also touched a knife from the ground: "can I play?"

"Of course."