Sun Boyi looked at the dog who covered his wrist and screamed loudly, and looked down at the Moset pistol who had just pulled out half of his arms from his arms, frowned slightly.

The shot that hit the dog's right wrist was very accurate just now. While the discount dog raised one gof's wrist, the knife holding the knife held by his right hand was also directly penetrated by the bullet of the wrist.

Did not hurt the dancer named Lan Yu.

"Little Ghost! Let me let me let me go!" With a roar like a tiger and mountain forest, a young man who was not tall but very strong.

A silver left -wheel pistol pointed to the dog to raise a husband on the VIP seat, and the silver left wheel pistol was slowly drifting in the air in the air between the barrel and the rotor.

The white sleeveless cheongsam that has long been spent, and standing side by side with the young man raised side by side. It seems that the two should be no stranger to the two.

There is no self -protection, but it is still ready to face the upcoming storm.

Two Japanese rogues holding knives around the crowd around the dance floor, one left and right at the place where the youth and the white sleeveless cheongsam were opened for more than ten steps on both sides of the sides of the gun, and stared at the two in the dance floor staring at each other.

Everyone's every move. If it wasn't for the left -wheel pistol in the hands of the young man, it is estimated that the two Japanese Rogue raised his knife and rushed up.

Sun is not easy to gently put the Maiser pistols in his hand back to his arms, and continue to see the development of things on the VIP seat as if there is nothing like a general person. It is not easy for Sun to think that the matter of tonight has become more and more interesting.

The young man holding the gun in the dance floor must be the lover of the Lan Yu on the VIP seat. It seems that he also mixed into the dance of tonight early in the morning.

In fact, if you think about it, how can you not even have a boyfriend like Lanyu's temperament and appearance like Lanyu?

Although this young man standing in the dance floor is courageous, the left wheel pistol held in his hands is really a failure. Including a dog raising a husband, there are seven people in the devil alone in the Broadway Dance Hall alone.

But everyone present knew that at most five bullets in the left wheel gun in the young man.

If you are polite, this young man who stands in the dance floor tonight cannot reach the purpose he wants to reach at all. At most, it can only be for his sacrifice to obtain a higher price to the other party.

The recognition of it in his heart. Because of this young man, Sun is not easy to feel a beard from the 29th Army. Li Youfu has a similar atmosphere, and the iron blood soldier is the same breath.

Therefore, Sun Boyi decided that after solving all the devils in Broadway Building, you must meet this youth holding youth. Anyway, he will take a shot to himself tonight.

Why don't you do such a good thing?

At this time, the only thing that made Sun is not easy to feel a little bit regrets was that before he was doing it, the devils who escaped from his own hands with the temporary automatic upgrade of the base still did not return to Bai Laohui Building.

After waiting for such a long time, Sun Buyi no longer had any hope that when he set out from the factory, he planned to help the Kodama Agency to eliminate evil tonight. As soon as the Japanese commander saw what happened when he attacked the factory

Judging from the decisiveness of cutting off the tail and escaping without hesitation, the opponent was obviously not an easy person. It is estimated that by this time, those Japanese soldiers should have returned directly to the Japanese Navy Headquarters stationed in Hongkou.

"Yaga! Who are you? How dare you shoot at a dance! This is an open provocation to the Empire of Japan! Even your government would not dare to be so arrogant!" Kazuo Inukai hissed while covering his wrist.

Howling at the top of his lungs.

"I'm just an ordinary Chinese!" The gun-wielding young man standing in the middle of the dance floor said loudly and expressionlessly, "Tell your men to let go of Lan Yu! Otherwise, I guarantee that the bullets in this revolver will explode next time.

It’s definitely your head!”

"Brother Feng! Take Xin'er away quickly! Leave me alone!" After Lan Yu, who was being held by two Japanese ronin, saw the gun-wielding young man standing proudly in the middle of the dance floor, the tears in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.

All of them twisted their bodies desperately and cried loudly to the gun-wielding young man in a shrill tone.

"Hahahahaha!" Kazuo Inukai glanced viciously at the gun-wielding young man and the white sleeveless cheongsam standing in the middle of the dance floor, and let out a piercing laugh with a ferocious face, "Want to leave? Today you and these two bitches

No one can leave Broadway Cabaret alive!"

Following Kazuo Inukai's shouts, the two Japanese ronin originally standing on both sides of the dance floor and the four Japanese ronin in front of Kazuo Inukai all raised their swords in their hands and moved toward the dance floor like crazy.

The young man pounced forward. Kazuo Inukai used his remaining arm to take out a Southern Type 14 military pistol from his arms. He opened the safety and raised the gun to fire at Lan Yu's chest.

The consuls from various countries and managers of foreign companies who had already hid in the ballroom either closed their eyes in fear or quickly shrank their bodies back again, fearing that the life-and-death struggle that was about to break out on the dance floor would affect them.

to oneself.

Unfortunately, the tragic scene of blood and flesh that everyone expected did not happen.

The gun-wielding young man in the center of the ballroom was immediately stunned when he saw Kazuo Inukai's actions. He didn't care about the sharp blades in the hands of the Japanese ronin who rushed towards him. He raised his gun and aimed it at the head of Kazuo Inukai in the VIP seat; while standing at the VIP table

Lan Yu at the table ignored Kazuo Inukai who was about to shoot him, and just stared at the figure of the gun-wielding young man on the dance floor affectionately, as if he wanted to keep the gun-wielding young man in his eyes forever.

...........

At this critical moment, six muscular men in black suits suddenly appeared six or seven steps away from the dance floor. Six Mauser pistols equipped with silencers were pressed against the dance floor.

In front of the six Japanese ronin, the paint on the barrel of each Mauser pistol gave off an iron-black cold glow under the light of the ballroom.

With a muffled sound, the wrist where Kazuo Inukai was holding the gun at the VIP table was pierced by a bullet fired from a Mauser pistol in the hand of a clone soldier behind Sun Buyi.

The Southern Type 14 military pistol in his palm all separated from Inukai Kazuo's arm and flew far away with a cloud of blood mist. Inukai Kazuo also screamed and fell to his knees.

"You are really a pitiful baby! One night was hit by bullets twice in a night ..." Sun didn't easily stand up from the seat, glanced at kneeling on the ground and miserable.

Calling a mournful dog raising a husband, and said lightly.

"You don't have to be nervous. I have a characteristic, that is, the most principled principles no matter what you do!" Sun didn't take a step out of his arms from his arms from the direction of the dance floor.

Put the Moset pistols, and said to the guests around the surrounding birds, "My principle is very simple, there are only three words, look at the mood!"
Chapter completed!