Lao Zhao's muzzle was aimed at the vicinity of the fallen person, and his eyes were like an eagle.

The space is imprisoned.

Click, two footsteps suddenly sounded.

Lao Zhao's half-squatting body moved slightly, the green tendons in his hands revealed his high tension and concentration, the Adam's apple moved up and down, and he squinted one eye slightly.

Breathing, too, stopped, just waiting for that moment.

There were a few more soft footsteps.

Listening to this voice, the fallen man was already near, and it was nearby.

Lao Zhao's eyes were fierce, his legs moved to the side, the gun in his hand leaned in the direction of the corner, and after finding no figure as far as his eyes could see, he moved a step forward.

Da, although his steps were so slow that he could hardly hear a sound, in the silence of the night, no matter how light his steps were, he could hear the clues. After all, it is still lighter than Gao Leng's steps.

Da, he took one more step.

After this step, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Just now, are the sound of Gao Leng's footsteps too loud? He thought.

There was a thud and a thud of footsteps again, and the fallen man stopped abruptly, just around the corner.

Lao Zhao hurriedly retracted his thoughts and lowered his voice: "Who!" ”

"Hehe, no one is famous. A laugh came from around the corner, revealing a hint of joking teasing, which was really different from Lao Zhao's nervousness.

This is a blatant provocation.

provoked the golden gun Lao Zhao, but he had to pay it back.

This laughter made Lao Zhao's face pale, he gritted his teeth, his Adam's apple moved up and down again, and he made a dull and humiliating voice, and he swallowed this breath fiercely.

Fuck, such an arrogant man!" Lao Zhao scolded secretly, his body moved quickly, from the angle where he could best see the corner to the wall, and glanced at his companion in front of him, the man quickly retreated, retreated to the intersection of the stone elephant intersection, he turned his head, stretched out a hand, and made a stop movement. Tell your companion to take care of the rear.

The two nodded.

One person with the muzzle of the gun went to the north and the other went south, guarding the intersection behind Lao Zhao.

There is no trouble, Lao Zhao, you can attack forward with peace of mind and face off.

"Test your gun power. Gao Leng's voice was full of laughter, and before the words fell, a small black shadow suddenly flew out from around the corner.

The old hanger's back tightened.

There was a crunch.

A shot was fired, a direct hit. Shooting is already instinct for Lao Zhao, and hitting is an iron law. He never missed.

A place of debris, emitting black smoke.

It turned out to be a pistol.

"You say you're the Golden Gun Old Zhao?" The voice came from around the corner, unhurriedly, as if chatting.

Lao Zhao didn't answer, just walked a little and quickly approached the corner.

"I'm a golden gun. The voice was almost in Lao Zhao's ears. Gao Leng was around the corner, Lao Zhao was also there, and the two were only separated by a corner of ninety degrees.

Lao Zhao stretched out his hand and took out a small thing at the back of his waist, it was a mirror, squatted down secretly, put the mirror on the ground, and gently pushed it forward with his foot.

On the mirror, a cold figure appeared, I saw him wearing a hat, the brim of the hat was pressed very low, and the mask also tightly blocked his face, his back against the wall, one hand in his pants pocket, and the other hand was actually picking his nose.

Picking noses?!

This makes Lao Zhao, who has been fighting for many years, unbearable, verbal provocation or to provoke himself, thus affecting marksmanship, he is a veteran, so naturally he will not be fooled.

But you're actually picking your nose?!

The two of them faced each other with their lives hanging by a thread, and when they could only hear their heartbeats, this fucking guy was actually digging his nose?!

This is simply ridiculous!

10,000 grass and mud horses rushed by, almost trampling Lao Zhao to death, arrogant! Lao Zhao was overwhelmed in his heart and scolded.

The muzzle of his gun trembled slightly, and he turned his head again to look at the rear, where the younger brother in the back was in a position, staring at the intersection on both sides.

Lao Zhao looked at the mirror again

A wave of anger welled up.

The digging was so sour that I was simply indulging in the feeling that I couldn't extricate myself, and my other hand was stretched out and casually put aside.

There are no guns in either hand, this is looking for death, it's time to act. Lao Zhao made up his mind, turned his head to look at the rear again, and made an offensive move.

The two of them suddenly tensed, and they became more and more guarded behind them.

Turning his head again, Lao Hang looked at his glasses, and Gao Leng in the mirror was still leaning against the wall leisurely, but his eyes also fell in the direction of the mirror, and he found a clue.

Gao Leng pointed out his middle finger in the direction of the mirror.

"Take your life!" With an angry roar, Lao Zhao stepped forward with a stride, and before the person left the corner, the gun opened the way first. Just one turn, one second.

Bang!

After the gunshot, Lao Hang's body left the corner and stood straight to the intersection, and the gun was aimed at the intersection where Gao was hiding.

still

I found the road empty.

Lao Zhao's brain was numb for a while, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Obviously, I saw someone in the mirror a second ago, why is there no one all of a sudden?

This road is at least fifty meters from the next intersection, how can there be no one at such a distance?

Lao Zhao instinctively half-squatted and chased forward along the wall, and just after running a few steps, he heard two muffled sounds and the sound of people falling to the ground.

Worst!

Lao Zhao hurriedly turned around, returned to the intersection again, and was taken aback when he saw it. I saw the two younger brothers fall to the ground one after another, motionless like dead corpses. He hurriedly ran over quickly, looked at the intersection but didn't see anyone, but saw the face of one of the younger brothers.

Creeps.

In the end, the little brother's face was a lump of booles, big, black, and fresh.

this

Lao Zhao panicked.

It's the same person?!

It's the same person!

Or where did the boogers come from?

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How can it be?

If it is a person, then he has to go around the intersection behind and come again, and run a circle around this warehouse on the opposite side, a circle, although this warehouse is not big, but it is also a kilometer.

It's just a matter of seconds.

"Who?!Who?!" Lao Zhao shot a few shots into the sky.

This is a call for help.

His hands trembled.

"What's wrong?!" In the distance, there was a panicked question, and the Blades had just entered the gate when they arrived.

A black shadow struck in an instant, swept Lao Zhao violently, and with a snap, the gun fell to the ground. The golden gun Lao Zhao was instantly pressed against the wall.

Before he could see it, the shadow reached out and grabbed his hand and slammed it against the wall.

Fainted.

"I don't have time to play with you. Gao sneered, kicked the old hanger who had fainted to the ground, bent down to remove the key from his trouser belt, and his eyes fell to warehouse 89.

A fine footstep from far to near, and about a kilometer, this time, enough.

A black shadow, Gao Leng appeared at the door of warehouse No. 89 in an instant, took out the key and inserted it, twisting it.

The key is right.

He smiled slightly and reached out to push.

The door, but it didn't move.

(Thank you for wanting to grasp a monthly pass in life, and thank you to the Tombstone Alliance leader for rewarding again.) ）