Chapter 438

Han Er Mao took a breath and said, "OK."

In fact, he didn't have a good plan, but his eyes lit up when he met a staff member.

After he was knocked unconscious, Han Ermao stuffed the man into an empty room, changed his clothes, then pushed a service car out, hid the gun secretly and went to the entrance of the stadium.

Just arrived, four killers have appeared.

The muzzle of the gun was picked up in an instant.

Han Er dressed as frightened, sat on the ground, subconsciously shouted, and quickly covered his mouth.

For the killer, such a passer-by is a good passer-by. They don't scream and get in the way. They are the most cooperative, so they gave up the idea of shooting Han Er Mao, threw a fierce look and didn't pay attention to him.

Han Er Mao's heart raised to his throat and said he was not afraid. It was bragging. He knew he had really experienced a life and death. Just now he sat on the ground and couldn't even flash.

Knowing that it was time to shoot, he threw a wolf at the side of the service car, reached out and pulled out the hidden gun, shot at the four people and fired bullets.

The last move attracted the attention of a killer. The boy reacted really quickly. He flashed sideways. Two bullets wiped his body and stared at his companion. In a big surprise, he almost instinctively fought back.

Poof poof!

The special sound of the silencing gun sounded dull. Han Er Mao pulled down the service car and the bullets jingled on it. Without hesitation, he picked the muzzle of the gun and shot the remaining two.

The two guys ran out from left to right. They were very fast and avoided bullets. One hid behind the column and the other leaned against a trash can. They knew that it was time to act, so they formed a tacit understanding after looking at each other. Without even looking at their dead companions, they surrounded them from left to right and shot Han Ermo behind the service car.

Han Er Mao was more anxious than anyone, but his devil training was not given in vain. He realized that there were not many bullets in the pistol, and it was not allowed to change a magazine. He worked hard all his life, picked up the service station and hit a killer. At the same time, he turned sideways and aimed at another killer.

At the moment, two people are exposed to each other's guns. They are still facing each other. Who dies and who lives is fighting for speed and accuracy, as well as a steady and cruel heart.

Poof!

The killer was shot in the middle of the eyebrow and fell on his back. His bullet had also been fired and flew half a foot high above Han Er Mao's head.

It was only the slightest difference in response that cost him his life.

Without hesitation, Han Er Mao turned and hit the last killer.

The two men changed their shapes in the landing room of the service car and fired three or five shots at each other, but no one hit anyone and the bullets were gone. Han Er Mao quickly changed his cartridge clip, and the killer was more fierce. He threw his gun and knife and rushed like lightning.

Before the clip was changed, the knife arrived. Shua, there was a wind.

Han Er Mao hurried to hide nearby. At the same time, the newly inserted clip slipped out. He quickly picked it with his hand, and the clip flew towards the killer's face.

The killer ducked, and the clip spun, banged and nailed it to the wooden door. The killer glanced at it and raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth. In front of him, the young man's strength was ok, but he didn't have enough experience. How can you hurt your father by using the clip as a throwing knife?

In despising, he flung his knife and rushed forward.

Han Er Mao tried to win the knife several times, but he lost his hand. The killer's skill is quite good. He forced Han Er Mao to dodge constantly and was very passive.

Neither of them spoke. They fought fiercely for seven or eight rounds in the blink of an eye. Han Ermao had a knife edge on his body, and the killer was punched in the chest.

However, the killer did not suffer from the impact of the knife again. Han Ermo hid a little slowly. The knife hit him on the shoulder. Fortunately, he grabbed the killer's wrist in time and didn't let the knife implement, otherwise the arm would be useless.

The killer was experienced in fighting. Seeing that the knife was made, he put his brain shell on Han Er Mao's chin. Due to his great strength, Han Er Mao's body almost bounced up and flew upside down from the ground. He was hitting the wooden door behind him, making a dull noise that even Duan Xin heard.

This time, Han Er Mao was not dry. His brain seemed to crack.

The killer refused to give up, put his right knee on Han Er Mao's belly, took his skull as a hammer and fiercely hit Han Er Mao's face.

Tai people are fierce, almost like a beast.

Han Er Mao was so miserable that he didn't think about it. He swung his gun and hit the killer's head.

PA, it's very clear.

It's a solid hit. It's reasonable to say that the killer's immortality is also a heavy blow, but he doesn't. his head is standing there, and his other hand can force and bang Han Ermo's side waist.

Han Er Mao clenched his teeth and suffered three or five times. When he saw the cartridge clip inserted in the door, he immediately swung the pistol, banged it, and just put it in. Then, he bolted the gun to the carving of the door, loaded the bullet, and then pushed it against the killer's stomach.

Poop poop poop!

Five shots in a row, all into the killer's stomach.

The killer finally died, but I don't know who made him so awesome. He didn't relax after he died.

Han Er Mao pushed him away. He slipped on the ground and touched his face. Well, his nose and mouth were full of blood. He scolded severely, wiped it at will, gritted his teeth, got up and went to the fishy kid for support.

By this time, the gunfight on the stairs had also begun.

Because they were caught off guard, several Taiguo killers died as soon as they met. Then, the two sides shot up and down according to the terrain. Taiguo people wanted to rush up with more people, but they were completely suppressed. The leader asked several killers to enter this floor from the next door and go around to the other side to solve the enemy.

But he did not expect that the enemy was still in ambush in the corridor.

As soon as the gunshot rang, the first three or five fell.

The team leader realized that it was bad. He hurriedly called someone back and ran downstairs. He planned to go to the lower floor, but as soon as he got to the door, he saw a gunman wandering inside.

He suddenly realized that his side was blocked on the stairs!

At this time, the fight in the ring continued.

Broadcast recorded blood on his face and was thrown by Duan Xin three times. He could not make another effective attack. In addition to breathing, he was full of anger.

This time his fans stopped shouting. Some were disappointed, some were sad, and some wanted to beat Duan Xin, but they didn't dare to attack, because the Chinese audience over there was already happy and eager to try.

Give him time to rest.

The broadcast record gasped, clapped his hands on the ground and rushed to Duan Xin. The momentum seemed more ferocious than before. He didn't see anyone, and didn't care about other people's boos. He just stared at Duan Xin. His only thought was to let Duan Xin die under his fist.

Duan Xin put on an aggressive posture, which also made the broadcasting and recording trade full of strength. However, Duan Xin suddenly flashed and tripped under his feet.

Plop.

The broadcast record fell and a solid dog ate shit, and even the stage trembled once.