we are bad boys

It was said that the ashes were wiped out, and Duan Dawei must not even plan to leave any scum. After bringing people back from the airport, Duan Dawei returned to the temporary residence, and the three desperadoes pulled out a barrel of gasoline from the car. Go back to the house for a short rest.

……

After one o'clock in the morning.

The three burly men were all wearing long-sleeved casual clothes, with their heads bowed and fruit baskets in their hands, and walked into the hospital where Pian Dance was located. One of the burly men nodded at the other two, with his hands in his pockets, from The stairs lead to the basement.

The other two walked slowly to the elevator entrance, pressed the button, waited for less than a minute, walked in, and then came to the seventh floor.

"Tap Tat Tat...!"

There were footsteps in the empty corridor on the seventh floor. The two of them glanced around and walked straight to 709. When they reached the door, the strong man with the fruit basket pulled the plastic bag with his right hand. Paint buckets, exuding the smell of gasoline...

"Whoa!!"

Another strong man opened the zipper of his clothes, took out a sawn-off five-round shotgun from his arms with his right hand, and resolutely pressed the bullets. He glanced at the person beside him, nodded, bowed his body, and pressed it with his left hand. The doorknob, the toe of his right foot lightly pushed against the door.

"Squeak!!"

The door opened slightly, and the inside was pitch black. The strong man next to him was holding a paint bucket, and rushed in along the crack of the door with a whoosh. The door slammed shut...

"Tread!!" The burly man holding the paint bucket didn't even look behind him. He sprinted, walked to the bed, and tore off the tape on the mouth of the paint bucket with a hiss, and was about to splash it on the bed! ! !

But at this moment, the strong man with a gun standing at the door listening to the sound, suddenly felt a black shadow shaking under his feet, he was stunned, and there was a sudden change! !

"Peng!!!!"

There was a crisp sound and the sound of a broken bone, and there was a sharp pain in the strong man's arm holding the gun, but under such circumstances, he didn't throw away the gun in his hand! !

"Damn!! Put your waist down!! Pretend to be your mother! The Flying Thief!!" A roar came, and a white light flashed!

"Pfft!!!"

The military stab pierced through the right arm of the gun-wielding man in an instant, and with a bang, the point of the knife pierced through the skin and pierced into the plywood door panel, without any fucking pause, it came out directly from the door!Nailed the strong man's arm to the door panel very firmly! ! !See this! *** How long has it been brewing! !

"There's an ambush!!" The strong man with the gun was temporarily stunned by a combination of punches. He felt the blood sprayed on his neck from his arm, and shouted instinctively.

"Shhh!!"

All this happened very quickly. When the sound of fracture was heard, the strong man holding the paint bucket by the bed was taken aback. When the tip of the knife pierced the door, he reacted, dropped the oil bucket, and ran straight to his waist touch.

"Cut him!!!" There was a sudden roar from the bed, a thin black figure, holding a machete in his hand, aimed at the strong man beside the bed, and slashed his head and face! !

"what!!!!"

The strong man with the gun at the door gritted his teeth and let out a yell. His right wrist nailed to the door loosened, and the shotgun fell straight down. At the same time, the left hand, which was idle at the same time, suddenly opened its palm and stopped at the crotch, snapping. With a sound, the handle of the gun was dropped squarely into the left hand. This movement was done in one go without a single pause. In such a dark room, this set of movements was done entirely by feeling. It can be seen that this person is the kind of person who holds a gun every day. Sleeping outlaws! ! !

Zhang Xi, who was sneaking up at the door, heard a slap, and didn't even have time to pull out the knife. Then he took a step back and shouted: "Intestines!!!"

There was a bang from the hospital bed, and Ji Guzi rolled to the ground without even thinking about it, holding a machete! !

"Kang!! Kang Kang!!!"

The strong man who was nailed to the door didn't even blink his eyes. He raised his left arm and shot at the bed three times. A few balls of sparks rose from the bed, flying all over the sky.

After three shots, the strong man with the gun casually raised his left arm, and threw the shotgun in his hand towards the bed without even looking at it.

With a "snap", the strong man next to the bed, who was carrying the gasoline can just now, reached out and caught the shotgun directly, and held it in his hand. The two of them didn't have a word of conversation from beginning to end.

"Peng!!"

The strong man at the door held the handle of the knife tied to his arm, gritted his teeth, and yanked it suddenly. With a bang, there was warmth on his neck. He didn't make a sound, his right arm was shrugged on his shoulder, and his left hand was holding the military stab. Pulled open the door directly.

"brush!!"

The light from the corridor directly shone into the room. In this instant, the strong man standing by the bed moved, bent over and half squatted, and knelt on one knee. With the faint light, his gaze was directed at the man covered by the sheet. Under the tight bed, he firmly pulled the trigger.

"Kang! Kang!!"

"Well……!!"

After the two shots passed through, there was a muffled sound from under the bed. The strong man got up, quickly took out the shotgun bullets in his pocket, stuffed them into the gun, and stepped back two steps, walked out of the ward, and leaned against the outside wall up, motionless.

And the strong man with a knife wound on his arm didn't even run, he strode to the elevator entrance, pressed the down button with his left hand, then calmly took out the cigarette case with one hand, lit a cigarette, Walk straight down and go down.

"I hate your mother!!" Zhang Xi, who was hiding in the corner, threw down his baseball bat, took out his pistol, and was about to charge forward. He was shot in the leg, and the chicken intestines lying under the bed shouted: "Don't go !!!”

"Whoosh!!"

The strong man suddenly leaned his body halfway into the ward, and directly pulled the trigger.

"Kang!!"

A burst of flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and a hole was punched out of the closet. Zhang Xi's forehead was covered with sweat, and he leaned against the back of the closet. The muzzle of the gun was no more than a finger away from his head...

"Fuck! It doesn't mean jb!!" The strong man frowned and cursed, took the gun, turned around and ran, just as he ran to the elevator door, just as the elevator descended from the upstairs, there was a ding, and the door opened. He walked in slowly.

I pressed the button on the second floor, and the elevator stopped again in less than five seconds. The strong man held a shotgun, glanced around, kicked open the door of a ward, rushed in, strode to the window, and opened the window , without blinking, he stepped up directly, jumped, and disappeared into the night...

The strong man with a wound on his arm walked all the way up the stairs to the stairwell on the first floor. After going out the door, he smoked a cigarette in his mouth and ran straight for the back door. While walking, he sent a message. wrote: "Brother, I may have folded...!"

"Boom!" The strong man just finished sending the message, kicked open the back door, looked up, and was stunned.

I put my right hand in my pocket, turned my back to him, lowered my head, and smoked a cigarette.

Wang Mumu was expressionless, holding a five-shot shotgun, staring at him blankly...

"What do you mean...!"

"Kang!!" Wang Mumu pulled the trigger without warning, and took a step forward slowly.

"Uh...!" The strong man's chest was bright red, and he stared at Wang Mumu in a daze.

"Kang!!"

The bullet tore through the strong man's chest again, and Wang Mumu still took a step forward...

"you……!"

"I hate your mother!!!" Wang Mumu roared abruptly, and quickly pulled the trigger with his finger, and the bullets roared out of the muzzle of the gun...

"Kang!!! Kang!! Kang!!!" After three more shots were fired, thick smoke rose from the muzzle of the shotgun, and there was a crackling sound from the barrel of the shotgun, but Wang Mumu's eyes were still red, and he threw the shotgun on the ground. He fell to the ground, suddenly pulled out the pistol at his waist, and fired bullets again frantically at the head of the strong man who had fallen to the ground and couldn't die any more.

"Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!..."

After eight shots, the strong man's head was torn apart, and the fur and blood sprayed out more than one meter away...

ps: Pay tribute to this chapter, read the book and chant the thousand yuan chapter, thank you and kowtow!

There is one more point to explain. In the last chapter, there was a fault, and the display only had more than 400 characters, but I have already fixed the main website, and the mobile station may be later. Friends who have not read the whole thing, you can read it again after recovery. ! !