When the blade was about to pierce Liang Jiarong's abdomen, it turned suddenly, and then fell down naturally. When it was about to hit the ground, a foot wearing a cloth shoe stretched out and kicked the back of the blade. It bounced up at a faster speed, and fell into a slender hand with knuckles, and then that hand held the handle of the knife and hit the face of the kidnapper who was jumping up while holding the broken wrist. .
When the loud noise rang out, Lin Ziyu was also staggered by the sound wave. Before her figure straightened up, a black afterglow flashed in the corner of her eye, and then there was a sharp pain on her wrist, which made her loosen involuntarily. In his hand, the small pistol also fell, and was snatched away by a broad palm in mid-air.
When she raised her head in surprise, the black shadow had circled around the two waiters with submachine guns beside her. In the hands of a tall man, her small gun passed through the two and fell into the hands of the handsome man.
It only took a few seconds from the loud noise to the sound wave dissipating.
The VIP room has completely changed.
The faces of Dong Ershao and Liang Jiarong who escaped from the dead were mingled with horror and ecstasy, and tears welled up in the eyes of their benefactors.
Dong Ershao shook his lips and said, "Brother, brother!"
Ying Shisan pushed away his trembling hand that wanted to hug him, pushed him aside, held the knife in his hand, and opened the door of the VIP hall by a thread.
All kinds of sounds, including fierce gunshots, came through that line.
"Damn! What kind of glass is this! Even gunpowder can't break it!"
"Brother, run! There's a fight over there!"
"What are you running, they hit them! Quick, give me the hammer head!"
"Da da da!" The sound of the submachine gun.
The joyful laughter in the VIP room was delayed for half a moment and suddenly became silent again.
Ying Shisan opened the door through the crack of the door.
All the decorations in the VIP hall are made of real materials, even the doors are thick and soundproof, the outside is already in such a mess, and there is no sound at all inside.
The corridor was in chaos because of the explosion, and several men covered in black cloth were holding a hammer and desperately knocking on the glass cabinet where the white jade lotus was placed.
On the other side of the corridor, a dozen men with guns were forced to stand behind the pillars and shoot at the people in the innermost VIP room.
The bullets whistled sharply, hitting dense small craters on the wall, and if anyone stepped forward, they would be hit by the bullets, and the blood splattered on the wall, blooming like peach blossoms.
Ying Shisan's eyes swept over the men who were shouting excitedly because of the crack in the glass cabinet, and waved to Ye Po.
Ye Po, each with a knife in his hand, knocked the two waiters unconscious to the ground, glanced at Lin Ziyu, took the knife thrown by Ying Shisan, took a look at the crack of the door, then turned around and smiled slightly at Ling Qingyu , flashed out.
"Po'er!" Ling Qingyu called out, turning to look at Yan San.
Yan San was standing by the gambling table, knocked on the table with a pistol in one hand, and said to the two foolish men: "Pretend, continue to pretend." Seeing Ling Qingyu looking over, he raised his hand and threw the gun to Yang Zhao and Zhao Yinfeng left the gambling table and took her from Zhao Yinfeng's arms, with a reassuring smile on their lips, they said softly, "It's nothing."
Young Master Fang climbed up from the ground, patted Ying Jiu on the shoulder, and said to the two men holding the money: "Good boy, you dare to steal my money, tell me honestly, who sent it!"
"Then it's not your money anymore." Yan San said coolly.
Young Master Fang was taken aback for a moment, remembering that he had indeed lost nearly 50 million yuan, didn't he say that the money belonged to him
There were several loud explosions outside the door, and the sound waves shook the door of the VIP hall twice.
The people inside the door screamed and panicked again.
After Dong Ershao clasped his fists to Ying Shisan with the ancient ceremony, he rushed back into the crowd with a whoosh, and Liang Jiarong also said thank you and retreated.
"Third Master, they're moving over here." Ying Shisan called back, and Young Master Fang immediately squatted on the edge of the door and looked out.
There was a person standing in the depths of the corridor, and the bazooka mounted on his shoulder was firing a shell, which exploded directly on the pillar, and directly blasted away the few people left behind the pillar.
Young Master Fang's face was pale, his legs trembled as if he hadn't lost any strength until he fell to the ground, and he saw that another person came out from the other side of the corridor, with the bazooka on his shoulder facing him...
It is the direction of their VIP room.
Ying Shisan carried him and threw him to the side, closed the door, and Ying Jiu and Ying Jiu stepped aside, shouting: "Get out of the way!"
Hearing the whistling sound, Yan San pressed Ling Qingyu to the ground and covered her body, and Zhao Yinfeng on the side also covered her huge body.
When the others saw it, they all fell to the ground without hesitation.
Only Ye Shiyi's slender figure like bamboo stood in the middle.
With a sharp whistling, the shell directly knocked open the door of the VIP room and opened a big hole, hitting the crowd directly, and it was about to explode.
Chu Nan pressed her body against Zhong Chufei's body, and cursed inwardly.
Everyone hugged their heads in horror and lowered their bodies, no one saw that at that moment, Ying Jiu threw the knife in his hand.
Ye Shiyi took the saber with his hands, his whole body surged with internal strength, he jumped up, and the saber head slapped hard on the cannonball head.
Shoot the cannonball back the same way.
The shell flew back through the hole it had come in, and exploded halfway, blowing apart the corridor.
From the entrance of the cave, Ying Shisan saw smoke filling the air and gravel flying all over the sky. The men finally knocked open the glass cabinet and happily took out the white jade lotus flower. Some of them skimmed over from the exit, chopped them down, and then copied the white jade lotus.
Flashing into the door, Ye Po said: "A lot of people came over there, holding guns, saying they want to save Brother Dong." Saying that, he threw a submachine gun to Yang Zhao.
"Not from the National Security Bureau?" Yang Zhao stood up, took the gun with his hand, and asked.
Ye Po shook his head and said: "The police above have been killed almost, and the gambling hall below is being evacuated, and the police are all below."
Why did the shell explode outside? With doubts in their hearts, the people in the hall were not in the mood to pay attention to these things.
"Brother Dong's people won't worry about us, they will kill anyone they see." Mr. Ji said to Yan San. The strength of this group of people is stronger than he imagined, and there may be a way to survive by following them.
Yan San supported Ling Qingyu to stand up, looking at her face that was turned pale by the loud noise just now, the cruelty on her face flashed past.
Yang Zhao pulled the safety of the gun, and said flatly: "Then we can only act first."
Uh! Pre-emptive