He didn't see a subordinate hiding a pistol secretly. He didn't see it, but a member of the Snowy Brigade saw it.
K7 nodded and said, "Now let your hands squat into the clearing in front."
"Have you heard what this gentleman said? What are you still doing there? You all squatted to the open space in front for Lao Tzu." Evra roared at her men.
When all his subordinates squatted down on the open ground in compliance with the order, a smiling face that was uglier than crying was displayed in front of K7, and said: "Sir! Do you think this is satisfactory?"
Evra doesn't mind bending down now, because he knows that he must bow his head now, but wait... not necessarily!
As long as there is a chance, he will let these international friends all see God!
K7 ignored Evra and said calmly to his comrades: "Didn’t Z7 envy the weapons these people have just now? Now these are ours, but I don’t like the M who was facing my head just now. Rifle."
"I don't like it either." G3 felt the same way, and said, "I don't like these people either."
These people cannot be let go.
Xia Jinyuan locked the non-black man in his hand, and said to Ye Jian: "hold him, get out of our vehicle, and complete the removal." This time he communicated in Chinese.
And these robbers with bloody hands didn't know what national language he was speaking. When he was escorted back, his eyes rolled, and Evra, who was full of anger, realized what was wrong.
Especially seeing an international friend who was taller than himself directly stepped on a weapon that was finally robbed, Evra felt the feeling in her heart, not to mention how uncomfortable.
I don't know how many times these weapons were created by them passing by the god of death, but these people didn't pay attention to them at all!
Wait, what are they going to do
Evra, whose neck was held by a knife, was forced to retreat, with horror on his face. K7 over there said in Maso: "Retreat, don't pick up the weapons in your hands."
Evra felt the breath of death, and as Ye Jian retreated, the dagger was slightly away from his neck, and Evra resisted.
And the big non-black man with a gun hidden behind his waist suddenly drew his gun. He shot quickly and shot directly at the front K7.
"boom!"
The sound of gunfire came, and the robbers, who were composed of a dozen people who made a living by looting passersby, entered the countdown to their lives.
The African-American who took the lead in shooting did not have the opportunity to shoot a second time. He who killed his companion was directly hit in the forehead by the pistol bullet in K7's hand. The skinny Masso robber fell to the ground with a "bang" against his blossoming head.
Red blood and white brains flowed out from the back of his head quickly.
The bullet is a small-caliber single, and the entrance injury is small, but the bullet skeins through the brain, passes through the skull to crush the tissue, and then rotates out. The exit injury has a hole about the size of a walnut.
The dagger in Ye Jian's hand cut Evra's throat, moving very fast, like lightning to solve the robber who was still thinking about hitting his own idea just now.
Evra didn't even think that he could not escape from a woman's hand. His eyes widened because of severe pain in his neck, and he felt liquid rushing out from his neck.
"Goo... goo... goo..." He opened his mouth, and there was no sound, only the sound of guo... and soon there was no cooing.