The door of the living room was wide open, and the sun shone in unscrupulously from the outside. The flying debris shone under the light, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.
The person who hurriedly got up and rolled away, the person who got up in surprise and wanted to use his body to cover others, the screams, the frightened expressions...
Under the reflection of those fragments, it looks like a kaleidoscope, changing into various appearances.
Fujiwara Saburo was sitting on the steps, and he got up when he heard the sound of bullets. When the explosion sounded, his head was thinking of running out, but his body turned to the woman beside him with a kind smile that made him unconsciously feel happy and wanted to get closer. pounce.
What I saw in my sight was the cold man holding the woman, putting the woman into the arms of the man who shaved his head with an ugly pimple scar on the back of his head, and brushed away the Japanese who hurriedly ran out from the corner of the room. A dagger with a cold light appeared, the aura was concentrated, and the dagger in his hand drew a burst of sword aura.
The debris in the air seemed to stagnate for a moment, then swished, turned around and rushed to and fro.
"Damn it! Yan San! You want to kill us!" Hearing a roar in front of him, he kept his body slightly tilted towards Ling Qingyu in a dumbfounded state, stretched his hand halfway, but turned his neck completely to look at the area in the direction of the kitchen. Saburo, who looked like a mess, fell to the ground with a thud (did not jump on the person he wanted to protect), and then crawled on the ground a few times, hugging the domineering radiant, and unexpectedly sent the explosion wave to the ground with a single sword The man who sprayed back shouted: "Master! It's been so hard for this apprentice to find you!"
Yan San's face froze slightly, sheathed his sword, lowered his head and glanced at him, and said coldly: "Let go!"
Saburo shuddered, but he didn't let go after oh, saying: "Master, if you don't run away, I will let go."
This man's strength is beyond imagination, and the murderous look on his face is also cold and compelling, but Saburo knows in his heart that this man is definitely not as good as those illegitimate children who nod and bow and call the young master when they meet. do things against him.
Holding his collar, Yan San's technique was extremely familiar (I don't know how many times he has carried it before), he threw him aside, said not to get in the way, and picked him up from Lu Yao's arms with a worried face but couldn't help laughing Ling Qingyu said: "Let's go ahead and have a look."
Ishida Hiroshi felt that he had been defeated innocently and wrongly. He brought more than a dozen people and applied to the team leader to bring powerful weapons. He was the first to find traces of Fujita Saburo who had run away from home. The better order that can die will be achieved by myself, then I can go to another level. This time, once the team leader becomes the team leader of the entire Yamaguchi group, then I can also become a Ruozhong (superior cadre) Dangdang.
Isn't it the easiest thing for so many of them to catch or kill a brat
Seeing the flash of the gun barrel before the door closed, he sneered a few times, yes, how could Team Leader Fujiwara love this young boy so much and not send him a bodyguard? But what is the use of a few bodyguards
They even brought submachine guns.
However, who knew that the small shop in the dilapidated fishing village by the sea was not a wooden house, but a house made of stone. The windows and the wood on it were smashed, and the half-person-high stone wall left only a hole in the wall. Yin, as long as the people inside hide behind the stone pillar and lie down on the bottom, they will be fine after they run out of bullets.
Then the only way to get in is by force!
The three rounds of shooting were over, thinking that the people blocking the door from behind should be in place, Hiroshi Ishida waved his hand, brothers, let's rush up.
After the bullets with the guns were fired and they were changing the clips, the knife-wielding men rushed forward, only to hear a soft popping sound, and the brothers with the knives fell to the ground one by one, hugging their knees and wrists and yelling.
The other party was actually holding a gun with a silencer, and the marksmanship was very accurate, one shot at a time, without any waste at all. After the shot was over, there was a very burly man standing in the window, and compared him. a middle finger.
Something was wrong in his heart, but being so nakedly despised made him rush forward, grabbed the submachine gun in the hand of the subordinate next to him, and rushed forward while shooting wildly.
He thought his speed was fast enough, but the man who looked like a bear was even more sensitive. When the hot bullet flames were ejected from the muzzles of their guns, he swished behind the stone pillar.
As he approached the small shop while yelling and shooting, he heard a calm and pleasant voice speak Chinese amidst the fierce and piercing gunshots.
Chinese...
Damn, Saburo Fujiwara's mother is Chinese, don't let Team Leader Fujiwara find the Chinese underworld, right? Those people are not like the Japanese underworld...
They are not afraid of death! They kill without blinking an eye!
He doesn't understand other Chinese, but he can understand killing them. Many years ago, there was a fierce conflict between the Yamaguchi group and the Hong Kong Chu family. At that time, the young man named Chu Nan said these four words , and then blood flowed in that area, and the Yamaguchi group was killed by the Chu family so that they never dared to step into Hong Kong again.
When his heart froze, the bullet in his hand happened to run out, and he saw a man with a handsome face but a frozen face appeared out of the window. With the silent and cold light from the two guns in his hand, there was a man beside him. The people fell down one by one, he turned around and fled, and at the same time he hurriedly took out the magazines, and only then reached into his pockets. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the door of the small shop suddenly opened, and two figures rushed out, with the muzzle of the gun in his hand protruding. The sparks spurted out, and before he could do anything, he tried his best to escape to the car.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and a tall man who had been sitting in the driver's seat came down with a shotgun and shot him (the small shop behind).
The bullet magnified in front of his eyes, and when he was frightened, his knees were pierced by the chasing bullets and he knelt down.
The shotgun bullet flew over his head.
When he fell to the ground, he watched the subordinate fall down clutching his chest with an ah, the splashed blood left bright red afterimages in the sun.
Then came the huge explosion.
There was an explosion inside the store.
The huge shock wave shattered the remaining window glass. When the shards of glass flew, there was a second shock wave. The fragments even penetrated directly through the wall, and one of them shot directly between his two spans.
Ishida Hiroshi was in so much pain that he didn't know how to call out. With blurred eyes, he saw a few men come out of the small shop leisurely, kicked away the murder weapon next to the men who were still moving on the ground, and then a pair of cloth shoes stopped beside him. .