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???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The scene fell into silence instantly
Mustache subconsciously looked towards Jiang Qian's pocket, and suddenly found a hole on the side of the right pocket.
The moment Jiang Qian stepped back to face the light, there was a reflection of glass flashing inside
Jiang Qian held the contract in one hand and subconsciously put her other hand into her pocket to protect the dv.
Mustache is a professional in demolition work. Seeing the reflection of the glass and Jiang Qian's actions now, he reacted instantly.
With a ferocious look on his face, he pointed at Jiang Qian and shouted, "Hold her down and search her!"
The group of gangsters behind had been staring at Jiang Qian for a long time. As soon as they heard about the body search, they rushed up to her with howls and screams.
The road at the entrance of the village is narrow, and the blacksmith, tiger, hound and civet cat dispersed instantly, blocking the intersection.
Liu Yi in front reached out and grabbed the machete of a gangster beside him. With his backhand, he slashed the opponent's leg at the crook of his leg.
The kid who got hit let out an ouch and knelt down directly on the ground.
Liu Yi¡¯s movements were extremely fast. From grabbing the knife to the person falling, it almost happened in the blink of an eye.
At the same time as the screams rang out, a group of frightened gangsters who rushed forward subconsciously stopped their movements.
At this stall, the recording pen Liu Yi took out when he took his hand out of his pocket fell to the ground with a clatter.
Although his voice was not loud, he was right in front of a group of gangsters.
As soon as the recording pen flew out, people immediately noticed it.
After several drowsy eyes looked over, some recognized the thing, while others did not.
He knows the mustache, he knows that that little thing that looks very new is a reporter interview recorder!
First, he saw what Jiang Qian had in his pocket, which seemed to be a candid camera, and now he saw the voice recorder. Mustache instantly made a judgment on the identities of the people in front of him.
While bending down to grab the recorder, he yelled: "These grandsons are secret reporters, do it to me!"
As a result, my hand was still quite far away from the recording pen, and there was a sudden "dang" sound from the metal collision above my head, followed by another scream.
Mustache subconsciously shrank his neck and watched as one of his brothers fell next to him, clutching his stomach.
In this stunned moment, the recording pen had been stepped on by Liu Yi's left foot.
The next second, with a flick of the toe of the shoe, it slid directly towards the woman standing behind
When Jiang Qian picked up the recorder calmly, the screams at the entrance of the village were already heard.
If dozens of good gangsters gathered in a circle and attacked Liu Yi and the five unarmed men with knives, they might cause some trouble.
But at the narrow entrance to the village, they had no chance of siege.
The first few who were desperate for their lives were still screaming and rushing forward in the first second.
I didn¡¯t understand what was going on for the next second. Not only did the machete in my hand change hands, but it was also held on my stomach, on my legs, and on my waist.
After several boys in the front row fell one after another, the "clink" of metal colliding in the air, and the screams of the gangsters continued one after another.
The group of "standers" at the back didn't even have time to see the situation clearly, and nearly half of the thirty or so people in charge of the charge fell down.
Mustache was stunned by the scene in front of him. He subconsciously picked up a machete on the ground that he didn't know which one he had dropped.
But before he could straighten up, Huahu hit him on the back of the head with a knife.
The world was spinning and everything went dark, and the person immediately fell to the ground.
Seeing the leader fall, the remaining gangsters suddenly became even more upset.
Although these guys are ruthless people who sell their lives for money, it's okay to bully a common man and beat up a lone man.
If you take advantage of the chaos and cut a few times on the opponent, you will be considered a person who has gained blood.
But the few boys I met today are really too evil.
The machete, which weighs more than three kilograms, is held in the hand as if for fun, buzzing round after round quickly and steadily.
Although the back of the knife was used, one could tell by looking at the person lying on the ground that getting hit was definitely not a joke.
¡° Moreover, the most ¡°tiger¡± among the more than thirty boys were all rushing in front, and now they have all fallen.
Some covered their wounds and screamed, while others simply lay on the ground motionless, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Although the remaining dozen gangsters are not very capable, they are still very good on the streets.Snowflakes splashed.
When the fine pieces of ice hit his pants, the bald man who was running wildly realized that the bullet had just passed between his legs.
The bald man¡¯s legs went weak, and he squatted down in the middle of the snow while holding his head with a cry of ¡°Mom!¡±
The few followers who were following him were also scared to death.
?????????????????????????? One foot is mixed with garlic, another head is plunged into the snow, and the rest do not dare to run anymore, they all squat down holding their heads
"Ding~dang~~dang"
The bullet casings bounced between the stones of the slope protection wall. Each impact makes a pleasant crisp sound.
Because the gaps between the stones are basically filled with ice and snow.
So the bullet casing "jumped" smoothly from the top of the slope protection wall to the village road below.
After hitting the upper of a gangster¡¯s shoe, it bounced and spun twice before stopping completely.
The gangsters looked at the yellow and orange bullet casings on the ground, and then glanced guiltily at the heroic short-haired girl on the wall.
Beads of sweat oozed out uncontrollably on their foreheads.
At this moment, no one dared to doubt whether the girl on the slope could use a gun, let alone whether the pistol in the game was a toy.
"Anyone else who wants to run can give it a try. I'll let you run and count to ten first." Gao Mei said something like a joke in a cold voice.
Who the hell dares to run away!
They could see the shot very clearly. The bullet passed between the bald man's legs.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? off one leg would have a bloody hole, maybe even a transparent hole.
It¡¯s dozens of meters away. Is this shooting technique a joke?
After a brief silence, the gangsters didn¡¯t know who was the leader. They dropped the guys in their hands and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, not daring to move.
Even those who were chopped down by the back of the knife endured the pain and did not dare to say a word.
Because, in their understanding, the police do not have the ability to beat dozens of people with a few people.
Even if there is a gun, there are still warnings time and time again. How can you just point your anger at someone without saying anything? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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