Excellent beauty's personal security guard

He was one of the two men with glasses he saw when he came in. This guy was really good at playing. He smoked in bed

Yan Wu's face turned red. When Zhao Jianhui went to turn off the lights, she rushed to the window, stretched out her hand and pulled down the woman. Her little feet in high heels kicked the man's lower body.

Outside the door, a dull whisper sounded, and the bullet dragged the dark red light through the door where the two people avoided. On the corridor, Naimi Kikukawa uttered several shrill screams.

"Boss, won't that woman be killed by their own bullets?" Yan Wu was a little confused and wanted to stretch out her head to have a look, but Zhao Jianhui grabbed her: "you don't want to live. What's a pity for an ugly woman like that to die? Being killed by her own people is her retribution. "

"But..." Yan Wuxin said, don't you still have a girlfriend who was caught and didn't find it? The woman is dead. Where shall we find someone? Zhao Jianhui shook his head to stop her: "do you think that woman can say it so easily? Even if I can conquer her mouth, I don't know when to go back. I don't have so many events to wait for. "

Yan Wu looked at her suspiciously, which meant to ask, "what shall we do now?"

Zhao Jianhui stopped the gun outside and said, "what else can we do? When those people outside fire empty guns for a while, the two of us rush out. Are you all right? "

"No..." Yan Wu said, raised the pistol that Zhao Jianhui threw to him just now, and said confidently.

At this time, Zhao Jianhui heard the gunfire outside and suddenly stopped. The door outside the corridor was pushed open. As soon as Zhao Jianhui looked into his head, he saw a large number of people pouring in at the door, all of them Oriental thugs in black suits.

"Asshole, let go of miss Kikukawa!"

"Ah, miss Juchuan was shot..."

With the noise of the crowd, one of the leading men dyed the golden hair and waved a shiny bamboo knife in the hand, shouting in the Toyo language. "I want to kill the * * pig!"

With a sneer, Zhao Jianhui flashed out of the room and stood in the corridor. The man's eyes showed some kind of morbid cruelty. There was a flash of excitement in his eyes. He was ready to rush with a knife. He just took a step, but he stopped.

Zhao Jianhui's gun is facing him.

"Z people, can you scare me with a toy gun? I'll scare you... Ah!!!"

"Poof" made a dull sound, and the muzzle of the gun just spewed out a small flame, but the man's crotch burst into flowers. He screamed and threw a bamboo knife to the ground. His thing was smashed by Zhao Jianhui's gun, and the blood and flesh foam splashed on the wall and floor.

Before others could react, Zhao Jianhui and Yan Wu's guns continued to spit fire, and the thugs at the door fell one after another. They crowded in too many people. Most of them had no firearms in their hands. The gang with firearms came in at the end, but they were blocked by their own people and could not shoot. Zhao Jianhui and Yanwu don't need to aim at all. Just hold the trigger with a straight tube.

This is not a fight, it is a one-sided slaughter.

"Swallow dance, remember, with the two in the basement, we have killed 13 islanders..." Zhao Jianhui glanced at the bloody ground and stepped on the bodies of those people with disdain and walked out of the small door in the corridor.

Yan Wu conveniently shot Naimi Kikukawa's body: "boss, it should be 14, and that bad woman..."

"Oh, yes, there are fourteen. And that bad girl, Yan dance, you did a good job. In fact, he had to die in our hands." Zhao Jianhui said as he walked forward.

The hall was still waiting for glory, but the crowded crowd just now disappeared. Four tall and strong men stood outside the small door, replacing the two beautiful sisters in uniforms who stood here.

The four men saw a pair of strange men and women with guns in their hands, and immediately surrounded Zhao Jianhui and Yan dance.

"Baga, how are the people inside..." these people don't have guns in their hands. Maybe there are not enough guns here after all. They can only have them at a certain level.

However, these people all look powerful. At first glance, they are also good fighters.

Zhao Jianhui's answer was also very simple. He directly raised his fist and hit a man in the face. The man screamed, covered his face and fell out, knocking over a nearby table.

"Swallow dance, do you remember what I taught Naimi Kikukawa? We don't compete with people, but -- kill people... "The guy said while launching a continuous attack.

The man on the left immediately kicked on the side. Zhao Jianhui turned around and kicked him in his crotch. He covered his crotch and arched his body. Then Zhao Jianhui flashed through the attack of the third person, locked his arm and bumped him into the fourth person. Then he grabbed the stainless steel stool and smashed them shamelessly.

The fight was over in less than ten seconds, and they had no chance to fight back at all. After Zhao Jianhui finished shooting in front, Yan dance shot in the back. The four people went to see the fucking god Tianzhao very united.

"Do you have a lot of bullets?" Seeing Yan dance like this, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly. He turned over and walked into the small door again. After a while, he came out with six or seven clips and threw them to Yan dance.

"Didn't you say we wanted people's lives?" When Zhao Jianhui complained, Yan dance felt very wronged. Zhao Jianhui rolled his eyes: "you don't have to use a gun to kill. You search a door here and I'll go there and have a look. Don't stay if there's nothing wrong... "As he said, Zhao Jianhui pushed open another door and went in.

What Zhao Jianhui didn't expect was that the door he pushed open was not the same as the door he pushed open last time. It was also a long corridor. In this door, there was an elevator.

But there are only two buttons on the elevator, but there are obviously no numbers. Zhao Jianhui opened the elevator and went up. When he came out again, he was almost shocked. Whether in the Yellow Sea or in the Universiade City, he has never seen such a magnificent palace decorated, even the most luxurious Arab top star hotel.

Walking out of the elevator, the first thing you see is a stepped artificial waterfall. The waterfall skillfully combines the atomized water technology with the optical principle to form a unique kaleidoscope effect.

The floor is paved with precious Italian marble, and the intricate mosaic wall and ceiling design makes the layout of the whole hall extremely luxurious. The walls are decorated with crystal painted reliefs, which are pictures related to the content of male and female XX.

The crystal chandelier overhead is really high-grade crystal, and there is also a bar and dance floor, equipped with very advanced audio-visual equipment. Several beautiful strippers are dancing pole dancing, but more naked handsome men and women are opening their mouths and looking at Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui quickly glanced into the crowd, but he didn't see you Xiaoran. This made him relax and more anxious at the same time.

"Asshole! Kill him! " A woman suddenly shouted in Oriental language like a beast. Zhao Jianhui raised his hand and shot the woman directly in the head.

"Ah..." screamed several times, and the naked men and women inside immediately flew like birds and animals. Some people in black came out of the corner with steel pipes and whips in their hands.

"All the islanders have to die." Zhao Jianhui smiled and pulled the trigger. The bullet accurately hit the eyebrow of an island thug. His brain and blood splashed. The corpse with a big hole in the back of his head fell to the ground. The dark red blood made a mess of the precious carpet.

Screams broke out one after another. The naked men and women screamed and rushed around. Most people found a place to hide. Some people were not afraid of death and rushed to Zhao Jianhui with the intention of running away. Zhao Jianhui shot and broke a person's knee bone, and the rest immediately dispersed.

"Don't... don't shoot, we are Chinese!" In front of Zhao Jianhui's eyes, a pair of men and women squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms saw Zhao Jianhui's bullet free, the black people fell to the ground one after another, and several women shouted hysterically with their heads in their arms.

"Are you fucking Chinese?" Zhao Jianhui sneered twice and finally didn't shoot them. Just waved the gun in his hand, Leng hum: "get out..."

Those people were obviously shocked and stood up and ran away. Zhao Jianhui noticed that there were eight doors on the surrounding walls, much like the elevator door. But instead of running inside, the group ran into a door on the other side of the hall.

Zhao Jianhui reached out and grabbed a woman who couldn't run on the ground. He shouted, "where does this lead?"

I didn't expect that the woman who was paralyzed by fear was still a member of H country.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help laughing: "what are you humming? Aren't you afraid of death? "

"Who says I'm not afraid? I'm scared to death. Can't you see?" With the help of Zhao Jianhui, the man stood up trembling, shook his teeth and said, "I am. Even if I am scared to death, you are a devil from hell. Why do you want to destroy our celestial gathering?"

Seeing the woman put on a Taoist face, it seemed as if she was accumulating strength to fight with herself. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help laughing. This woman is not only strange in behavior, but also has deeply swollen the poison of the Oriental people in thought. It's pathetic, pathetic and hateful.

"Go away, I don't have time to talk to you..." Zhao Jianhui pushed her away and then walked forward.