City Marshal

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are grievances.

There is never peace in the rivers and lakes, and there are always ups and downs, and waves rise again and again, and the waves are magnificent.

When Chutian was alerted to murderous intent, the silver-haired man had already rushed to the edge of the stage, and then he flashed a silver short gun in his hand. Before everyone could react, he raised his hand and shot at Par Wumang. Par Wumang on the stage When he shrugged his shoulders, he dodged to the side, and the silenced pistol 'fluttered' at the musical instrument.

The whole hall suddenly became a riot. Although those high-ranking people had experienced elite education and the baptism of life, they still exposed their true colors in the face of gunshots and killers. Countless people scrambled to the door first, fearing that they really On the road to heaven, there were occasional screams and wailing.

Shen Qianqian's delicate body also trembled, her face looked pale under the light. When did she come from a wealthy family see a killer with a gun and a chaotic scene? She hurriedly pulled Lin Fei to stand up and ran outside. Chu Tian had quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed them Shouted: "Going out now is purely looking for death, if you don't get trampled to death, you will be squeezed to death."

It was later proved that as many as 30 people were trampled to death and injured, which shows the selfishness of human nature.

Shen Qianqian raised her brows upside down, and reflexively shouted back: "If you don't go out, are you waiting to die?" Chu Tian smiled noncommittally, and said lightly: "With me here, I can't die!"

Huo Zong next to him didn't escape either, and took out whiskey from his arms with his backhand and sipped it.

Chutian and the others were located in the eighth row of the auditorium. The audience in front ran faster than rabbits after the gunfire rang out, so the field of vision in front of them soon became wider. Chutian turned his head and looked back at the killer and Pa Er Wumang, the killer is holding a gun and shooting Par Wumang continuously, with a ferocious and smug smile on his face.

And Par Wumang relied on musical instruments and the stage background to dodge constantly, and was sent to heaven by the killer's bullets several times, seemingly unable to fight back, but it is undeniable that this guy is born to be a symbol of elegance and nobility Even the movements of dodging bullets are gorgeous and dazzling, which makes people unable to stop being amazed.

Par Wumang should have some tricks?How could it be so embarrassing?Chu Tian secretly had a question in his heart. Looking at Paer's unflappable and flowing movements, he knew that this guy was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. Why was he forced to be helpless by the killer? Was this guy worried about something?Chu Tian could only think of this, because the silver-haired killer had already jumped on the stage, and he would knock down Par Wumang in a few rounds. He had some connections with this Indian boss, so he must not just sit and watch him die in the In front of him, thinking of this, Chu Tian propped his hands on the back of the seat, and swept towards the stage like an eagle spreading its wings.

Shen Qianqian was slightly surprised that Chu Tian was able to fly around walls?The silver-haired killer was grinning grinningly and walking towards Par Wumang in the corner. As long as he fired a few shots in front of him, this son of Hinduism and an immortal talent of music would go to heaven, and his mission would be perfectly completed. His status in the killer world will be improved unprecedentedly, and his wealth will be flooded.

The muzzle of the gun was raised slowly, but Par Wumang ignored the silver-haired killer, his eyes revealed boundless depth, which made the silver-haired killer thump inexplicably. However, the reflexive man turned with the gun and turned half sideways, and Chu Tian had already rushed in front of him.

The short gun held by the silver-haired killer blasted towards Chu Tian. The bullets whizzed past his ears and shot into the seat behind. When he pulled the trigger, he slid out. Before the killer's angle shifted, Chu Tian had already grabbed the silver-haired killer's wrist with half a beat.

Shen Qianqian in the distance took a breath, this kid really has a few tricks.

Lin Fei held Song Ming's hand constantly, as if she was playing in person.

The silver-haired killer saw that Chu Tian's wrist was being clasped, and a huge force came, a stern look flashed across his handsome and cold face, his right hand suddenly let go and the silver short spear fell, his left hand caught it in place, and suddenly burst out like lightning. With a fast speed, the short spear in his hand went straight to Chutian's chest with lightning speed.

This is a special short gun with two sharp blades, so the silver-haired killer wiped the switch with his thumb, and the two sharp blades shot towards Chu Tian's chest like sharp arrows. Unexpectedly, the figure hurried out of the way, and at the same time, the killer picked up the short gun again.

Chu Tian's face became serious, knowing that the short gun would be troublesome in his hands, before he had time to think about it, he kicked up two musical instruments and hit the silver-haired killer, and picked up a delicate violin and rolled it into the back of the stage. The gun accurately shot down the musical instrument, and the left hand showed the dagger for protection, before walking towards the nosy Chutian.

Whizzing!There were two sharp and ear-piercing sounds.

The silver-haired killer was taken aback by two bows wrapped in a huge charge. He fell to the ground to avoid it, and fired a few shots at the background of the stage. There was another whistling sound, and when I looked sideways, my mind went blank, and there were two more bows.

With these two bows, Chu Tian exploded with all his strength, and shot them without reservation. The silver-haired killer was horrified by the speed of the castration of the bows. It seemed that at this moment, he didn't see the trajectory and direction of the bows clearly. , before he had time to jump and escape, the bow mercilessly pierced into his thigh.

Screams sounded.

Chu Tian jumped out from behind the stage lightly. The silver-haired killer wanted to shoot with pain but found that he was exhausted. Moreover, Chu Tian had already thrown the violin, smashing the short gun held by the silver-haired killer like a bowling ball. Under the impact, it suddenly fell into the distance.

The next moment, Chu Tian was already standing in front of him.

Chu Tian leaned down and asked indifferently, "Why did you kill him?" The silver-haired killer looked at Chu Tian disdainfully with sharp eyes comparable to wolf eyes, and then his dull eyes burst out ferociously, enduring the relieved pain , swung the poisoned dagger with all his strength, and the skillful gesture made the dagger stab at Chu Tian with a cold light. No one thought that the seriously injured killer could use the thunder strike.

Shen Qianqian kept looking at the life-and-death struggle scene in front of her. When she saw the silver-haired killer's last move and Chu Tian seemed to have no time to dodge, she almost cried out in fright and couldn't help closing her beautiful eyes. I couldn't bear to watch the bloody scene where Chu Tian was stabbed to death.

Any contest between conspiracies and tricks needs violence to explain who wins and loses in the end. Chutian has always believed in this sentence, and has witnessed the demise of too many lives before his eyes. Chutian has already learned how to fight against those In the horrified eyes of the world, there is a cruel slaughter with kindness in its heart.

The screams sounded!But it wasn't Chutian's. Chutian, who was always vigilant, grabbed the silver-haired killer's wrist to change direction when the dagger came, and then stabbed him mercilessly in the shoulder. Chutian didn't want him to die so quickly, and wanted to He helped Pal Wumang ask something, but the dagger pierced the killer's shoulder, and the guy immediately bled from seven holes.

The dagger is poisonous!Chu Tian couldn't help feeling scared, and the poison was too domineering. He didn't expect this guy to be so vicious. I believe the bullets were also smeared with poison. It seemed that he was determined to kill Par Wumang tonight, but he didn't expect to be so vicious. I ruined my own life by reaping the fruit, and I couldn't help but sigh slightly in my heart.

When laying down the killer's body and pulling out the dagger, Chu Tian saw the phoenix pattern on his neck, and couldn't help but glanced at it curiously, but didn't think too much about it, thinking it was the killer's personal hobby tattoo, not to mention The killer came for Par Wumang, so he didn't need to delve into it too much.

Par Wumang stood under the background of the Ganges from the beginning to the end, his eyes were like the eternally flowing river, he watched the life-and-death struggle on the field without any surprise, never exclaimed, and never fled until Chutian subdued him. The silver-haired killer came over lightly, and said in a voice like the sounds of nature: "Thank you!"

Chu Tian originally wanted to ask Par Wumang why he had no power to fight back, and also wanted to ask why the silver-haired killer came to the concert hall to kill him, but when he saw the loneliness under his calm expression, he couldn't bear to say these mundane things. Asked, and sighed softly: "It's a little effort, no need to thank you."