Chapter 508

Look at the bucket flying down.

Without any hesitation, one eye subconsciously pulled the trigger.

"Kang!"

The bucket burst.

A bucket full of washing powder water came from the pavement and poured it cool.

"I grass your mother!"

The left right eye of one eye was stabbed by washing powder and water. It vomited bubbles in its mouth and staggered back down.

"I still grass your mother! A mad dog! "

Zhong Tianzheng hid in the corner and scolded. He had no quality at all. He threatened: "come again if you have the ability, and I'll pour washing powder and water on you, a drowning dog! The cow forces you to rush up with your eyes closed! "

"Shit!"

One eye was angry and roared, "bomb it!"

Then I heard the sound of zipper below.

Zhong Tianzheng listened to the zipper below. His eyelids jumped violently. His head was like exploding, and his state of mind was completely cracked.

I fucking split.

"I love your mother!"

Zhong Tianzheng yelled and was in despair.

He saw them coming up with canvas bags just now.

Jenima blew up... Did you get all the bombs?

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Zhong Tianzheng's heart beat violently and could jump out at any time.

What should I do?

What should I do?

Zhong Tianzheng glanced at the two meter high floor and quickly activated his thinking.

Jump.

There are two people waiting below.

One shot at a person, and NIMA was beaten in the head.

No solution.

Just as he hesitated to jump down, there was a rapid sound of footsteps in the corridor.

Next second.

All he saw was a thermos flying out of the air.

"Is this your bomb?"

Zhong Tianzheng was surprised in his mind, but for a moment he felt that things were not so simple, and the whole person subconsciously stepped back.

"Kang!"

Gunfire.

"Bang!"

The plastic thermos flying in the air burst.

The hot water splashed.

In the thermos bottle, a large number of white substances react instantly after being contaminated with boiled water, violently emitting white smoke, and then explode. Countless pieces of glass liner explode again, turning into countless pieces and splashing around.

"Grass!"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at the messy and splashing debris, turned back and rolled his coat over his head.

"Da Da!"

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded.

There is only one person.

The other two are still stuck below.

"It's over."

Zhong Tianzheng listened to the footsteps approaching infinitely, shook his clothes, stood firm, and his legs were ready to jump out at any time.

There is no doubt that you will die if you jump. It's better to seek wealth and risk.

Learning to grasp a gun with bare hands in a TV play may have a chance of survival.

of course.

This is just his idea of self consolation.

My strengthened body and reaction speed have no effect in this narrow corridor. In the face of full equipped large spray, any body method and reaction speed are futile. It's right to destroy fire. I also operate a chicken.

Just then.

"Kang!"

A sharp shot rang out.

Zhong Tianzheng was shocked by the sound.

The sound is too familiar.

A 64 pistol of pure blood.

Here we are!

In the corridor.

The one eye, who was moving upward, flew directly up, and was pierced and opened by the bullet. The white and red splashed the whole wall, which was very tragic.

The one eyed man's body still took an inertial step forward, and then he fell straight to the ground. It was completely cold before he even made a sound.

"Someone is coming!"

The man in the vest glanced at the one eye that fell to the ground, roared in a deep voice, and directly stepped back to the side to find shelter: "spread out, spread out!"

"Kang!"

"Kang!"

Followed by two shots.

They were hit where the vest and beard ran, splashing sparks.

Zhong Tianzheng was so confident that he stood up and swept his eyes outside.

Behind the billboard five meters away, stood a man in police uniform, holding a pistol in both hands, ready to go.

Beside him was Zhao Wan, who shrank back with his ears covered.

"Finally!"

Zhong Tianzheng was overjoyed. He glanced at the fallen one eye in the corridor, and his eyes fell on the five consecutive hair in his hand. Then he made several gestures to the man in the police uniform, which meant that he was ready to rush down and cooperate inside and outside to end the battle.

The policeman with the gun immediately nodded, stretched out his hand to the left to the right, and then returned to an OK gesture. He meant that the two downstairs hid one left and one right respectively, and they could cooperate with him.

Zhong Tianzheng replied with an OK gesture and rushed down the corridor.

One eye is a little miserable now.

In TV dramas, if a villain is shot in the head, there will be a blood hole in his eyebrow, that's all. But the reality is often much more cruel than in TV dramas. The bullet will leave a blood hole in the front. Yes, but the huge impact will crush your head and then hit it from the side.

The location of the exit will directly explode and crack, and there is no beauty at all.

of course.

One eye's luck is relatively poor. The power of the June 4th pistol is not as powerful as that of an automatic rifle, but it has also lifted his spirit cap at this time.

Zhong Tian glanced expressionless at his dead one eye, without any pity. He bent down to pick up the sawn short five hair under him, and skillfully rolled the barrel of the gun. The whole person was in an inexplicable state.

Man gun integration?

That's the advantage of guns.

Although I have never operated this modified large nozzle, everything seems so skilled.

Zhong Tianzheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in police uniform behind the billboard about five meters opposite. Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to himself and then to the right. The meaning is self-evident.

The man in the police uniform nodded, quickly replaced a cartridge clip, then leaned out, held a gun firmly in both hands, shot and suppressed the bearded man hiding on the left, one shot after another, with rhythmic firepower.

At this point.

The two men hiding behind the wall have no way at all.

The big spray in your hand is invincible at close range, but at such a long distance, it doesn't have much deterrent at all. You can only hide behind and look for opportunities, and you don't dare to probe at all.

It's not that they don't run away.

But there is no shelter on both sides of the house. Running on both sides will completely expose themselves to each other's muzzle and live targets, so they can only hide behind the shelter.

"Da Da!"

In the corridor.

The clock is ringing with rapid footsteps.

The big vest man hiding on the side couldn't help looking at the entrance of the stairs. The muzzle of the gun in his hand was aimed at the exit and rolled the barrel.

Next second.

A figure flew out of it.

The vest man, who had been waiting for a long time, showed a crazy smile, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the overwhelming steel balls hit the figure.

"Kang!"

The flying figure suddenly burst into countless blood fog, not even scream.

The vest was stunned, and then he saw the figure flying out.

Isn't this NIMA's dead one eyed?

He was "cluttering" in his heart. The secret way was bad. He felt that he rolled the barrel again, but it was too late.

Zhong Tianzheng leaned out half of his body from the stairs like a ghost. The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at the vest man and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Kang!"

Saw short five consecutive shots, the muzzle burst out a flame, the muzzle ejected countless steel balls, covering a large area on the chest of the vest. He didn't have time to respond, and then he was hit back by the huge impact, and a burst of blood mist burst on his body.