Endo was guarding the only connecting passage on the third, fourth and fifth floors at this moment. When the three subordinates came back to return to their orders, the four of them pushed forward to the fourth floor again.
In fact, the more you go up, the greater the danger. After all, the number of floors is there. If these two people really escape up, if there is no third floor, then they must be on the fourth or fifth floor.
The four people, including Endo Marai, still maintained the previous formation, but deliberately slowed down in the circuitous passage.
Just at the corner turning from the third and a half floors to the fourth floor, an exposed steel bar in disrepair happened to block the already weak light, and a not-so-large shadow blind spot just stopped there naturally.
The muzzle of the gun held by a subordinate at the front had just entered this blind spot, and there was only a bang, and there was a sudden change.
The originally flat muzzle of the gun was suddenly lifted up, and the arm holding the gun was suddenly folded into a strange angle by some force.
Click it!
First, the bones and tendons were broken, and then the subordinates at the front screamed. . .
four people
The advantage of maintaining this formation is that if there are thunders in front, they can be leveled one after another.
The other three people, including Endo, reacted fairly quickly, and the firearms in their hands that were already safe were tilted towards the source of danger in an instant.
bang bang bang!
I saw a figure pulled out of the shadows in an instant, and the movement was so fast that it felt like all the shots could only catch up to his afterimage.
The sudden exchange of fire started and stopped suddenly like this, because the figure had completely escaped into the fourth floor or continued to the passage on the fifth floor.
"Call for help, I want to see where they can go! (Japanese)"
Endo didn't get drunk at all because he had guessed the whereabouts of the two of them. Instead, he gritted his teeth fiercely and squeezed every word out from between his teeth.
"Hurry up and fight, hurry up and leave after the fight"
When Ergou came back again, in addition to a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he also had an old mobile phone in his hand.
Kenta Nozawa, who was still lying on the ground covered in mud, felt like a treasure for the first time when he saw such an old mobile phone.
Since knowing all the situation, Ergou's face has only the kind of grief and anger that he has never seen before. Although the source of this grief and anger has almost nothing to do with him, it is like the blood flowing in his body , want to deny, want to erase, it is impossible.
Ergou didn't even want to look at the Japanese again, and sat far away after dropping his phone, for fear that he would change his mind, or that he would lose control of himself.
"You are murder"
"What's the difference between you and what you did back then!"
The two words like a bewilderment kept hovering in Ergou's mind, like two nails, which were firmly nailed into the brain, not only could not be pulled out, but it was getting deeper and deeper.
Ergou never thought that this matter that he only listened to his father's and grandpa's occasional mentions could make him feel deeply, and he never thought that he actually saved a Japanese, really saved one. . . Japanese.
But a person's view of right and wrong may be so ridiculous. Things that have always been affirmed and acquiesced will be denied in a short time, and things that have been denied and despised will be silently allowed in a blink of an eye. In fact, in the final analysis, it is just a person's subconsciousness. Everyone's subconsciousness hides another self. That person is constantly reminding and telling himself that it is right to do this, and it should be done this way.
But Ergou couldn't think of this anyway, so he had to cover his head, sinking deep in the huge quagmire but couldn't get out. . .
Bang!
I don't know how much time has passed, maybe half a minute, maybe half an hour, in short, it was the sudden movement on the door that disturbed Ergou's thoughts.
"Damn! Where is the man?!"
I thought that all the stories were coming to an end, but when the door of the kicked open room flooded in with countless flesh-faced people, Ergou finally came to his senses, it turned out. . . Things are just getting started.
The leading vanguard is even more ferocious, with large tattoos and thick gold chains, he almost tells others that he is a gangster, and not anyone of you can afford to mess with it.
"Here it is, brother!"
Nozawa Kenta, who has been lying on the ground like a dead dog, is covered in mud. If it weren't for the sharp-eyed little monkey with sharp eyesight behind him, maybe this large army would have to kill the wild Ze Jian was too trampled to death. . .
"Oh! It looks like the situation! Why are you still standing there! Help the husband up quickly!"
Regardless of whether the evil spirits are really anxious or not, at least they are really anxious on the face, just to match
Listening to TJ's words always makes people want to laugh. . .
The turn of the matter was too fast, and from the beginning to the end, Ergou stood still in place, because he still hadn't realized what happened right now. . .
"That's it, you can introduce Xiao 1 to force the boy!"
Although it still sounded funny, the vicious hand was completely black, without any strength or sympathy, and it directly yelled at Ergou's face.
Snapped! ! !
Er Gouzi is serious and honest, but his mouth seems to be spinning around, which is even more cunning and ruthless to the extreme.
"What the hell are you doing!"
The mud bodhisattva is still angry, Er Gouzi naturally quit immediately for the humiliation of being slapped on the mouth
"snort!"
Looking fiercely at Ergou, who was just out of breath just now, he hung his shoulders and couldn't help but snorted heavily. If you want to talk about the gangsters in this society, it is true that the top, the officials and the white people dare not offend, and the bottom, the truly desperate desperadoes dare not offend, and they are screened and screened. The jingling low-level people have become soft persimmons that can be manipulated at will.
Just at this moment, which required eyesight, the thin monkey just rightly handed over a half-meter-long steel bar to the evil spirit.