"Damn it!" Then he threw away the bloody cloth in his hand and quickly slipped along the road he had come from.

In order to leave these two words, he delayed the time to leave, and at this time the bodyguards in the nightclub had already rushed over, and the sound of messy footsteps and shouts sounded outside the living room.

The fat man burst out of all his potential, retreated sharply to the inside, and hurriedly replaced Browning with a new magazine, turning into a two-handed gun, which was more stable, but the muzzle of the gun was always aimed at the door of the living room, ready to shoot.

He had just retreated to the inner room when the first bodyguard rushed into the living room with a pistol in hand, and without saying anything, he instantly fine-tuned the direction of the muzzle, aimed at the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger.

After the "bang" gunshot, the head of the first bodyguard who rushed in burst out with a cloud of blood and fell to the ground in an instant.

The bodyguards who rushed in behind saw that the brothers in front of him were shot in the head, whether they saw anyone or not, standing at the door, the guns in their hands were fired indiscriminately into the living room, which was mixed with Thomson's voice.

The fat man's reaction was very fast, and he dodged behind the wall to dodge the flying bullets.

He frowned a little, if he didn't write with blood, it would be a waste of a little time, but it would be enough for him to escape.

Now it was very difficult to escape, and he had to follow the path he had come from, so he could only slide down the pillars of the outer wall that he had climbed up.

Walking down the corridor and encountering a Thomson is a disaster, how can Browning compare Thomson's firepower?

The bodyguards who stormed into the living room also noticed the anomaly.

Of course, half of Klober's head was missing, and death was already assured. They were still a little hesitant to continue to fight hard, after all, as soon as Klober died, no one would pay them a salary.

This hesitation, seeing that there was no return fire. The fire was stopped, and when they were checked in the living room, there was no one except the corpse, so I saw that the door in the inner room was abnormal.

The door was broken, and it was obvious that someone had kicked it open!

The bodyguards immediately raised their guns, and the muzzles of their guns were aimed at the door of the inner room, and there was no one living in the living room except for them. The only place where people could hide was the inner room, which made them immediately alert.

Besides, only some of these bodyguards are members of Crober's gang, and some of them are hired bodyguards.

The gang members saw that Clobe was dead. I was already retreating in my heart, because immediately another boss would appear to lead them, and it was not worth it to fight for the dead Klober.

This is the fate of a gang tycoon like Klober.

Klober died. Hiring bodyguards isn't as easy as these gangs. After all, their employer was killed to avenge Klober, and no one paid them anymore, but if they retreated, it would be difficult to mix in this business in the future.

After all, the employer was killed, and these hired bodyguards are already to blame, and if the person who killed the employer is allowed to walk away easily, then they will never be able to gain a foothold in the bodyguard industry.

So there were two divisions between the gunmen and the bodyguards who poured in. A group flinched, a group gritted their teeth and risked their lives to stiffen up. Holding his gun, he cautiously approached the door of the inner room.

The fat man's hearing was excellent, and he stopped shooting, and although the bodyguard approaching the middle of the room deliberately slowed his steps, he still heard these gradually approaching steps.

He regretted it a little, knowing that he would encounter this situation, and asked Mars to ask for a grenade to bring, which was a grenade on this occasion.

But now his only weapon of self-defense was Browning in his hand and a dagger strapped to his waist.

In the middle of his thoughts, the fat man decided to take a gamble and fight.

Not desperately, of course, but desperately trying to escape!

Before the bodyguards approached the door of the inner room, he held a gun in both hands and slowly retreated in the direction of the window, using the corner wall to temporarily obstruct the view of these bodyguards, as long as he was allowed to get close to the window and open the window, he could only grit his teeth and jump down.

Pray again that this guy Mars is smarter, and he has already driven over and waited at this time, otherwise he will jump down and not fall to his death, and he will shoot these bodyguards who rushed to the window into a hornet's nest.

So he has to gamble, gamble his life, and block Mars is clever enough.

When he approached the window, he immediately held the gun in one hand, and slowly opened the sliding window with his free hand to avoid making a sound, so that the bodyguards who were cautiously approaching outside heard the movement and rushed in desperately.

Just as he had just opened the window to allow his current stature to get in and out, two bodyguards rushed through the door alternately under cover.

"Bang bang" The fat man took the lead in shooting, and the two bodyguards were knocked down with two shots, and the headshots were mainly at such a close distance.

Taking advantage of the fact that the remaining bodyguards didn't rush in, he didn't have time to think, his feet bent slightly, and at the same time, his body bounced up, and he sat on the edge of the window.

Before the second wave of bodyguards rushed in, his body flipped upside down and fell directly from the fourth floor.

The front door of Steyon's nightclub was covered with a welcome roof, and his fall was equivalent to falling off three floors of height, more than ten meters high, if a little bit of strength and landing position were not well controlled, it would not only be a matter of injury.

So as he rolled down the window edge, his body forcibly adjusted in the air after the short landing time, and when he was about to land, he was already with his feet together and facing down.

Use the ankles of both feet to the knee joint, and then to the hip joint, plus the roll over at the moment of landing, to cushion the falling gravity and avoid damage to the fatal position of the body.

This is also the way he has trained countless times with a sponge pad before he has ever crossed over.

At the moment, there is hard cement underneath, and this body has never practiced this set of movements at all, unfamiliar, temporary play, stiff movements, when he landed, he knew that he was going to suffer.

With a "snap", his ankle took the lead in bearing the gravity of the entire fall, which was originally transmitted to the calf and then to the knee joint, but unfortunately due to a little deviation in the action, there was a sharp pain in the calf bones of both legs.

There was no doubt about it, this pain was all too familiar to him, fractured!

But he must do a complete set of movements, otherwise under the action of gravity, he will break the calf bone, and he will have to eat and wear the calf out of place.

Enduring the severe pain in his legs, the fat man instantly rolled on his side and cushioned the force, but unfortunately the leg bones of both legs were broken, and it was impossible for him to get up and run.

Sometimes people are unlucky to drink cold water and stuff their teeth, so easily kill the New York gang tycoon, maybe God deliberately made things difficult for him.

Just as he was about to turn over and move his body with both hands, three bodyguards appeared in the 407 window that had just fallen, one of them was still holding Thomson, and the guns in the hands of the three bodyguards were aimed at him at the same time.

He also reflexively lifted the Browning in his hand and hurriedly pulled the trigger...... (To be continued.) )