Song Zhilan took off her bra and briefs with a trance expression on her face, only to see her nipples erect, hard, and her thighs were wet and shiny with creamy liquid, kneading her breasts while jumping.

"You take off your clothes too, take off and dance." Song Zhilan urged in a hoarse voice.

Yang Mingyun stood up, took off his shirt and pants and threw them on the sofa. When she took off her shirt to reveal the fierce muscles of her upper body, Song Zhilan moaned out of her mouth, and when she saw Yang Mingyun take off her underwear, she moaned even more fiercely.

Yang Mingyun stepped on the beat of the music and danced [***]. If the enemy suddenly arrives now, he can only use Song Zhilan's body to resist.

When the music changed, Yang Mingyun grabbed Song Zhilan and hugged her tightly.

Yang Mingyun picked up Song Zhilan and walked into the bedroom, Song Zhilan bit Yang Mingyun's left shoulder, her nails pinched the muscles of Yang Mingyun's back, hummed in her mouth, and her lower body spasmed.

Yang Mingyun hugged Song Zhilan and lay down on the bed, pressed her under him, and then quietly freed his right hand and touched the pistol hidden between the spring mattress, but the gun was not taken away. An hour has passed, Song Zhilan has experienced more than ten times of pleasure **, and is being impacted by the last **, and her consciousness is gradually hazy.

Yang Mingyun sent her to the peak of pleasure, and at this moment, his keen hearing caught the extremely faint sound of footsteps, which were mixed with the stereo music in the living room.

In deep intoxication, Yang Mingyun exerted his tenacious willpower, pulled out the pistol from the mattress with his left hand, and rested his thumb on the hammer.

Yang Mingyun looked at the door between the living room and the bedroom with slightly open eyes. Two men appeared there, tiptoeing into the bedroom. On the right is a tall, thin man, and on the left is a stocky, medium-sized man. Both men were dressed in black suits, black shirts, a black tie, black top hats with low brims, and each holding a revolver with a long, thick muffler in his right hand.

Through the sheets, Yang Mingyun suddenly let go of a shot.

The room was shaken by the thunderous sound of gunfire, and the glass windows rattled. I saw that the thin and tall forehead disappeared in the blood mist in an instant.

The medium on the left was taken aback, and was about to shoot, but Yang Mingyun sat up suddenly, pulled the hammer, and released the second shot.

There was a deafening bang again, and the special high-velocity bullet hit the killer's muffler's revolver, and the wheeled magazine burst out with purple sparks flying far away.

At the same time as the pistol flew out, one of the bullets in the magazine exploded due to the impact, bursting the magazine and severely deforming the barrel.

The man's right arm absorbed the impact energy of the bullet, and was suddenly screwed behind his back, unable to move again, and when the revolver in his hand exploded in the air, the fragments of the magazine sliced off a piece of flesh from his face. He sat on the ground with a stupid look, looking at Yang Mingyun blankly.

The sheets were ignited by flames bursting from the muzzle of the "white python". Yang Mingyun hurriedly rolled the sheets into a ball, put out the fire, and got out of bed.

When the first gunshot broke out, Song Zhilan was so frightened that she rolled out of bed. She clenched her right hand into a fist and stuffed it in her mouth, desperately restraining her screams.

Yang Mingyun aimed at the large-caliber revolver dropped by the corpse that had lost half of his head, and pulled the trigger hard, so that when firing rapidly or trying to shoot a target that was difficult to hit, he did not have to use his thumb or hand to climb the hammer before firing each time, as he did with a single shot.

This time, there was no sheet to stop it, and a 20-centimeter-long flame was fired from the muzzle. The pistol on the carpet was shattered to pieces and turned into a piece of scrap metal. The killer whose right arm was forcibly twisted behind his back and couldn't move was lying on the carpet, trembling all over, Yang Mingyun picked up the vase on the shelf, pulled out the flowers, and fell on the bed, and the ammunition pack rolled out. Yang Mingjun took out three rounds of ammunition from the ammunition bag, opened the pistol magazine, removed the three empty cartridge cases, reloaded the bullets, and closed the magazine.

The sheets beside Song Zhilan were still smoking, and Yang Mingyun stepped on a few feet to extinguish the sparks. Song Zhilan pulled out her fist in her mouth, like an injured bobcat, screaming and jumping.

"Go to the living room and bring my clothes and shoes! By the way, the stereo was turned off. Yang Mingyun ordered her.

"Don't beat me to death...... I didn't know it was going to turn out like this...... Believe me! Song Zhilan's face was ugly and distorted, and she trembled.

"According to your plan, I should have become a dead body, but your plan fell through, unfortunately, right?" Yang Mingyun said with a cold smile.

"That's not right! I'm just being taken advantage of...... They promised to give me five kilograms...... They claimed to be from the Golden Bell Motors Company, and said that you were an industrial spy, and that they had stolen the blueprints of the Golden Bell Company, about the engine injection device, and they wanted me to try to strip you naked, and seduce you into bed, so that they could get the drawings back. Song Zhilan said breathlessly, her heart beating as if it was about to come out of her throat.

"I'm not in the least interested in what you're saying." Yang Mingjun said, "Go quickly! Bring me my clothes. After speaking, he gently kicked Song Zhilan's shoulder, and Song Zhilan spread her limbs into a figure-eight shape and fell to the ground. Yang Mingjun then kicked Song Zhilan's ass again.

Song Zhilan, who was naked, screamed, crawled towards the living room, climbed to the corpse with half of her head gone, and stood up against the wall. Ran slowly moved to the door, quickly sat down on the floor, and slid into the living room, but no bullets flew from the doorway. Yang Mingjun stood beside the bed, holding a gun and aiming at Song Zhilan and the injured killer alternately. Song Zhilan came in from the living room with Yang Mingyun's clothes, her knees trembling constantly. Yang Mingyun held the ammunition bag in his left hand, moved to the inner corner of the bedroom, and ordered Song Zhilan: "Bring the clothes here!" ”

Song Zhilan did as instructed, she put her clothes at Yang Mingyun's feet, knelt down by herself, hugged Yang Mingyun's thighs tremblingly, and begged: "Spare me, I don't know anything!" After speaking, she desperately wanted to rekindle Yang Mingyun's desire.

A raptor-like smile appeared on Yang Mingyun's knife-like cheeks, and while he monitored the injured killer who fell to the ground, he ordered Song Zhilan: "I don't need you anymore." Go over and take that guy's clothes off. ”

Song Zhilan was so humiliated that her face was crooked, but she still didn't give up, snorting in vain and desperately trying to rekindle Yang Mingyun's desire.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Yang Mingyun gently bumped Song Zhilan's shoulder with his knee.

Although Yang Mingyun didn't use much strength, Song Zhilan fell on all fours again.

Song Zhilan had no choice but to get up and slowly walk to the killer lying prone on the carpet, the man's right arm was twisted behind his back by the impact of the warhead and could not move, Song Zhilan took a lot of effort to take off her shirt.

The killer was twenty** years old, with faint eyebrows and a flat nose on his face, and on the left arm of his black shirt, a tapeless taper knife without a scabbard was fastened. If his right arm can move freely, he can take advantage of Yang Mingyun's unpreparedness and throw the aper knife over. But he can't move his right arm, and it is impossible to pull out the aper knife tied to his left forearm with his left fingers alone, and he can pull out the aper knife by biting the handle with his mouth, but this will be seen by Yang Mingyun.

Yang Mingyun ordered Song Zhilan: "Take that knife, if he dares to snatch it, I will kill him!" Stay away from him when you hold the knife, and be careful not to let him get around you. ”

Song Zhilan bent down on the man's left side, moved his upper arm to the side, and pulled out the taper knife, and the tape used for fixing it was also cut by the sharp blade.

Suddenly, the guy jumped up and reached out to grab Song Zhilan's right wrist holding the knife. Yang Mingyun quickly pulled out the hammer with his thumb, but he hesitated and didn't know where to shoot at that guy.

The special ultra-high-speed bullet used by the "White Python" pistol in Yang Mingyun's hand, although the power is not too great, but it only hits the finger, and the impact will also be conducted along the blood vessels of the fingers, so that the blood vessels and heart in a certain part of the body are cracked and cause death.

At the moment when Yang Mingyun hesitated, Song Zhilan made a completely unexpected move, and with incredible agility, the taper knife in her hand flew towards Yang Mingyun.

When Yang Mingyun noticed it, the taper knife was only three meters away from his heart.

Yang Mingyun dodged and quickly fell to the left. The taper knife grazed his right shoulder and plunged deep into the wall behind him, the handle of the knife that remained outside trembled.

At the same time, Yang Mingyun aimed at Song Zhilan's slightly separated legs and fired a shot. The sound of explosive gunfire shook the room again. The wounded killer tried to escape, but immediately crouched down in fright.

The bullet passed between Song Zhilan's legs, and the shock wave hit caused blood to ooze from the skin on the inside of Song Zhilan's legs.

Song Zhilan was like an acrobat, with her feet left and right apart, making a big splitting motion, and then sat down on the ground, rolling her eyes and fainting.

Yang Mingyun grabbed the killer who wanted to escape and knocked him unconscious with the handle of his gun. His driver's license was searched and opened to see that the man's name was March, but it was unknown whether the driver's license was real or forged. Yang Mingyun's pocket hunting knife was also found in March's pocket.

Yang Mingyun put on his clothes and touched the pocket of his jacket, and the lighter and other secret weapons were not searched.

Yang Mingyun picked up March, threw him on the bed and let him lie on his back. Then he picked up Song Zhilan and put it on Ma Qi. Due to the blow of the bullet shock wave, Song Zhilan's thighs were swollen with many red marks.

Yang Mingyun took a small bottle of seasoned salt from the coffee table in the living room, pulled up the blade used to peel the skin on the side of the hunting knife, made an incision on the left side of March's face, and peeled off a small piece of skin.

March let out a terrible scream and woke up. Yang Mingjun quickly severed the tendon in March's left wrist with a single sword.

Ma Qi wanted to push Song Zhilan's soft body and get up, but he couldn't, because now not only can his right hand be unable to move, but even his left hand is crippled.

"Say it! What organization are you from? Yang Mingjun asked.

"Organization? …… What organization are you from? What kind of magazine correspondent, it must be a disguise, right? …… , I was going to pry your brat's mouth open and then finish yours out. If I wanted to kill you sooner. There were so many opportunities just now, ahem......" March said with a groan.

"I'm interrogating you, tell me!" Yang Mingyun gently stabbed Ma Qi's face with the tip of the knife, where the skin was peeled off, revealing the flesh.

March's face suddenly showed an extremely bitter expression, and he screamed in pain.

"Spare your life! I was just hired for money! ”

"This woman is also a member of your organization, right?"

"I don't know. I was ...... by Cheng Jianjun It was brought by the person you killed just now, Cheng Jianjun wanted to take out the information from your mouth, and he told me, if you resist, I will pierce your hands and feet, so that you can't move......"

"Cheng Jianjun, where did you meet?" Yang Mingyun pursed his lips.

"At the bar, the 'Ruby' bar in the South Square."

"Lie!"

"I didn't lie. I used to be a member of the 'Knife Society'. Later, the state launched an operation to crack down on the gangsters, and our gang collapsed, and then I went to Ruby in Nanfang, became a bartender, and mixed up. About a month ago, a few guys came to the store for a drink, they used to have a grudge against our gang, and when they saw me, of course they wouldn't let me go easily. Thanks to Cheng Jianjun, who was drinking in the store at the time, came to the rescue, and since then, I have become Cheng Jianjun's subordinate. ”

"Where does Cheng Jianjun live? It's no use you lying, I just have to look at that guy's driver's license. ”

"I don't know. When something happened, he always came to me, and Cheng Jianjun gave me money and told me to quit my job as a bartender. I stay in the apartment all day and don't have to work, and Cheng Jianjun will call me if something happens. ”

"Your lies can only be used to deceive three-year-olds." A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Mingyun's mouth, "Didn't you know very well just now, my ostensible business is a correspondent of a magazine, but in fact an agent of a certain organization." Let's be honest and tell the truth! As long as you tell me, I won't kill you, what's the use of killing a little rascal like you. After speaking, Yang Mingyun picked up the seasoning salt on the bedside table and withdrew it to the place where the skin of March's face was peeled off.

March was in pain and nearly fainted. At this time, Song Zhilan woke up and Yang Mingyun held a knife against her, preventing her from climbing off Ma Qi.

"What I said is true!"

"Keep talking!" Yang Mingyun asked loudly. At this moment, the voices outside the door became noisy.

"One day a month ago, when I was returning to my apartment from the store, someone from behind suddenly knocked me unconscious, blindfolded me and stuffed me into the car."

"I was sent to a basement, stripped naked, with my hands and feet tied to an iron chair, and when the blindfold was removed, I saw a group of masked men surrounding me, some with red-hot soldering irons in their hands trying to burn me, others holding daggers and making it look like they were trying to gelding me."

"They did these things without saying a word, and I was almost mad, and when I cried out for help, they spoke, and they told me to choose any way, or to be killed, or to do something for them, and not only to live, but also to get a large sum of money. I certainly chose the latter path. ”

"Don't say it! If you say that, you'll die! Song Zhilan suddenly began to scold Ma Qilai. I don't know if it was to numb the pain or to prevent Ma Qi from telling the truth, Song Zhilan hugged Ma Qi tightly, and her body began to move.

"Read on!"

"They untied me and took me to an underground hall. It was about the size of an amusement park baseball field, with artificial lighting, a warm lake-like bath, and lush tropical plants. There were more than 300 pairs of men and women, all stripped naked, where they could not only smoke a big house, drink fine wine, and enjoy the delicacies of the mountains and seas, but also sleep with any woman, who was there at that time. ”

"In the end, I still told it." Song Zhilan gasped as she moved.

"Where's that place? I also want to go to that underground paradise to see and see. Yang Mingyun asked with a pretended envy.

"I don't know, but I know it. When I was blindfolded and taken to the shooting range again...... "Before March could finish speaking, he heard a loud bang and the glass window next to the bed shattered.

The curtains shook from the blinds, and a small pineapple-shaped object flew in and fell on the carpet.

The pineapple-shaped metal object emitted a pale blue smoke and a heart-pounding hissing sound.

It's a grenade, a fuse burning, hissing and emitting blue smoke!

When the glass was shattered and the grenade flew in, Yang Mingyun had already fled into the living room.

When he jumped into the living room and threw himself at the base of the wall, he heard a loud "boom" and the grenade exploded.

The flash and pieces of iron flew out of the bedroom, the wall next to Yang Mingyun began to slowly collapse, and Cheng Jianjun's body was washed into the living room by the air wave.

Yang Mingyun's ears were buzzing, and he quickly rolled to the other side of the wall to avoid being crushed by the falling wall. In his right hand he holds a "white python" pistol, and in his left hand he holds a hunting knife. At this time, the dust falling from the wall rose up, splashing Yang Mingyun's body, and clouds of gunpowder smoke continued to pour out from the bedroom door.

Yang Mingyun jumped up and rushed to the door, through the dust and mist, glanced sideways at the bedroom, and saw that the room was blown up to the ground, and the bed was on fire. Song Zhilan and Ma Qi are definitely finished, even if they don't die on the spot, they won't live long.

Yang Mingyun opened a crack in the steel door, fired two shots at the door, and then jumped into the hallway.

"Bang! Bang! ”

I saw the doors of each house in the corridor slamming shut tightly from the inside. At this time, Yang Mingjun knew that if he took the elevator downstairs, he would be in danger of being locked in the elevator. Yang Mingjun ran down the stairs three steps and two steps towards the roof. While pressing bullets into the gun.

The enemy who threw the grenade must be on the roof. Judging from the fact that the grenade was tied with a string, the enemy must have hoisted the grenade from the roof with a string, and then swung the grenade like a pendulum and threw it into Song Zhilan's bedroom.

Yang Mingyun ran all the way to the door leading to the roof, pushed the door outward and slammed the door open with his upper shoulder, and then pounced on the concrete floor of the roof and rolled a few times to prevent the enemy from shooting.

At this time, the air defense sirens suddenly sounded harshly.

(To be continued)