By the time a guard leader and seven or eight of his right-hand men quietly touched the shop where Liu Lang had broken through the gate and was hiding, the building had already been empty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Look for it, let me go into the house and find the fat mouse for me." Gou Saiyu, who had already gone out to have a fight with the fat officer, was depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

Is there still a sense of trust between people? What about the good one-pick three hundred?

Fortunately, the street facing the Tongguan City Gate is a commercial street in the words of seventy years later, and the shops on both sides of the street have long been cleared by the Gou family, and the small traders have long since run away, and at least half of them are still the Gou family's own industry, so there is no need to think too much about the destruction.

Smashing the door, drilling the window, in the anger of the head of the family, three hundred guards bravely rushed into the dense shop of the platoon.

"Donkey day, did the dead fat man burrow? You've all taken a closer look at Lao Tzu. The leader of the guard, wearing a felt hat, carried a shell gun in one hand, and reprimanded his younger brothers in the shop.

But the strange thing is that the guards didn't feel the slightest anger from their own captain, on the contrary, after looking around and not finding the dead fat man, the corners of their captain's mouth have been filled with a weird smile, if it cracks a little more, it will be a bit like the smell when he flopped the nine to kill the Quartet.

Is the captain crazy? Don't make any money? When the head of the family gave the order to catch the fat man, there was a condition, the team caught the fat man first, and the team rewarded the ocean with five hundred, with an average of dozens of yuan per person!

Of course, Zhang Dahai is not crazy, on the contrary, he is much more sober than his younger brothers.

As a senior guard who has been an ordinary chariot and horse escort in the Gou family for three years, a house guard for two years, and a guard captain for one year, Zhang Dahai understands the word master much more deeply than ordinary people.

Sensei said that people still have a gun and a bullet in their hands, but they don't have anything, so they have the courage to dare to argue with their own 300 brothers, which are very human. What's more, the fat man had already shown himself as a master before, and in the process of dodging bullets, he could make the opponent dare not shoot again, and the two shots made the hats of the two colleagues into hole caps, and the marksmanship was already unpredictable. What's even more terrifying is that the fat man has more than one magic skill, and then look at the wooden door that was smashed by him at the door, Zhang Dahai felt that his eyes were cold, and the fresh wooden stubble clearly told him that if the collision hit the human body, it would definitely be the end of broken tendons and fractures.

Against such a terrible guy, even if he has three hundred brothers, even if there are seven or eight brothers around him, Zhang Dahai does not feel the slightest sense of security. If he could, Zhang Dahai would rather spend a day in this house, especially if the terrible fat man wasn't here.

"Yes! Captain, the dead fat man is not a fairy, he can't drill holes or fly into the sky, he must have slipped from the backyard? A guard came over to answer Zhang Dahai.

"It's impossible, there are ten brothers and two box cannons staring at it in the backyard, and if you dare to come out, you must not know his mother." Another guard retorted.

The shops and buildings in Tongguan are very characteristic of Guanzhong, the front is a commercial shop, and the back is a wing room where employees or shop apprentices live, which is divided into three sides, and the front shop is surrounded into a small courtyard. The entire commercial street is actually connected by small courtyards one after another.

The guards lying on the roof naturally couldn't let go of the small courtyard where Liu Lang was hiding, more than a dozen pairs of eyes and two box cannons had already stared at the place before the head of the family gave the order, not only for loyalty, but the key was that no one could stand the psychological torture of a shot through the hat! What if the master misses?

"Flying?" Zhang Dahai muttered casually.

He also felt that the dead fat man was not a god, and since there was no hole in the house, there might only be one way to fly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dahai's face changed greatly, and he looked up at the roof sharply, and saw a fat man sitting on the beam with a smile like Maitreya Buddha throwing a mesmerizing smile at him.

Enter your mother! It's really flying. This was Zhang Dahai's last thought before he fell into a coma.

Before the box cannon in his hand could be raised, Liu Lang threw himself down.

A fat man weighing more than 200 pounds, falling from a three-meter-high roof, his own weight plus acceleration is enough to smash an adult into a high paraplegic, or the kind that can only move above the neck.

Fortunately, Liu Lang is not so brutal.

He just jumped down from the air under his head and feet in the eyes of seven or eight guards, grabbed Zhang Dahai's shoulder with one hand, and then twisted his waist, stood on the ground magically, and smashed up the smoke and dust on the ground. And Zhang Dahai, who was caught, was like a cloth bag, and was thrown by a volley on his back and thrown against the wall three meters away on the opposite side.

I only heard a loud "bang", and watched the captain not even say a word, sliding down from the wall to the ground, and everyone didn't care about the dust sprinkled on the roof, and retreated collectively.

Just by looking at the captain's dead fish pose, you can know how much it hurts.

"Hehe, who's coming now?" Before they came back to their senses, the guards saw the fat man who had fallen from the sky and nodded at them with his hand, and said very contemptuously.

No one dared to move, even a toe.

It's not because the fat man was born from the roof beam, a force to throw the captain out of several meters, the force value is crazy, the value is frightening, as the saying goes, no matter how high the martial arts, I am also afraid of kitchen knives, although the seven or eight guards are carrying old sleeves in their hands, although there are still no bullets, but seven or eight burning sticks pick up the master has to temporarily avoid its peak!

Instead, the fat man was still holding something in his hand, a box cannon that originally belonged to the captain's hand, and there were people in it who saw the captain Zhang Dahai pressing a full magazine of twenty bullets.

Of the eight people present, at least two or more shots were available each.

I don't know when he brought the gun that was still in the captain's hand just now, donkey day, his hand is really fast! The guards looked at the fat man who was pointing at them and making them angry.

At the same time, stand more honestly.

"Don't dare to go up! Then you make it very difficult for me! Liu Lang frowned in distress, and said to himself: "I can't fight no matter how many people don't decrease!" It seems that we still have to be ruthless. ”

"Don't, uncle, you know what to do." The guard, who had previously said that Liu Lang could not drill holes and fly into the sky, slammed his head on the door frame next to him.

There was another muffled "bang", and the guard rolled his eyes and lay down.

If you can't let the terrible fat man be ruthless, then you can only be ruthless first, this person is quick enough and ruthless enough.

Just by looking at the solid wood door frame being knocked crooked, you can know how much force he used to hit it just now.

There is a kind of imitation, the guards have to find something nearby to hit their heads, and they can almost faint at a time, and some can't do anything to themselves, and they hit the head several times in a row and don't feel any signs of fainting.

Looking at the last guard who kept hitting the wall with his head like a chicken pecking rice, Liu Lang was a little unbearable.

"If you stay here and don't move, you'll be killed." Liu Lang turned his head and jumped into a side room next to the small courtyard and dropped a sentence.

Originally, Liu Lang thought so, but he just didn't expect that these guards would be able to stand up to him.

Donkey Day, you said it earlier! The last of the still conscious guards touched his forehead, which had already hit a large bag, and then looked at the brothers lying on the ground, wanting to cry without tears.