Chapter 52 Chapter 52: Killing Fish (8)

In the dark fight, the numerical advantage was completely wiped out.

Fortunately, Taro Biao's personal bodyguard was knocked down as soon as he entered the door, which made the scene less chaotic.

Changmao stood in front of the stairs, stunned, because the distance between the two was so close that he couldn't tell who was who.

Even if he wanted to help, he was afraid of accidentally injuring friendly forces.

Lin Huaile and Taro Biao exchanged moves, panting. Although the time had only passed two minutes, it felt as long as a century.

Although Taro Biao drank alcohol, his pain sensation was reduced, but his hands could not resist the sharp blade. There were too many wounds on his body, and they were all bleeding.

A swarm of ants kills an elephant, and no matter how fierce the red stick is, it cannot achieve the sanctification of the physical body and the indestructibility of the vajra.

Taro Biao was anxious, knowing that if he didn't deal with the difficult boy in front of him today, he wouldn't be able to get out of the villa or call for help.

These guys outside, when I get out, soak these useless young people in the pig cage one by one!

Taro Biao cursed in his heart, and then struck Lin Huale on the wrist with a cannon punch.

There was a sudden pain on the wrist where he was holding the knife. Lin Huaile almost lost his grip on the knife. Fortunately, he had been cautious and wrapped it with gauze before letting go.

"You can't even hold a knife firmly, but you dare to come out to earn bonuses. You don't know whether to live or die!"

But this distraction gave Taro Biao the opportunity to kneel directly into his lower abdomen.

Lin Huaile turned sideways to avoid this fatal attack, and at the same time, cold sweat fell from his head.

If this collision is strong, he will definitely become the last eunuch in China.

The trapped beast still fights, every move is fatal.

Lin Huaile also completely let go of his hands and feet, directly thrusting his breasts into his ears, and fired violently at Taro Biao's big head.

This set of low-level output has produced unexpected results.

Taro Biao felt his eyes getting darker and darker (of course, his eyes were originally dark!), his ears buzzed, and his mouth tasted salty.

Seeing Taro Biao standing there stupidly, Lin Huaile naturally couldn't miss this good opportunity, so he aimed the knife roughly at his chest and pushed it in.

There should be special metal added to Gui Lao's military bayonet, so that it will glow with a cold light even in the dark.

A bit of cold light arrives first, and then murderous intent abounds.

By the time Taro Biao reacted, the bayonet was already inserted right into his chest.

"Fuck your mother!"

Taro Biao cursed angrily and reached out to grab the bayonet, preventing Lin Huaile from pulling it out.

Once the air pressure in the body is destroyed, even if Bian Que comes back to life, it will be difficult to save him.

The old Jianghu is the old Jianghu, and there are some things that young people will not understand.

Even if you understand it, you have to pay for it with your own life or body.

The two were in a stalemate, Lin Huaile pulled back the knife with one hand, and beat Taro Biao's temple desperately with the other hand, each blow heavier than the last.

Taro Biao was beaten hard on his head and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still firmly grasped the bayonet in front of his chest with both hands to prevent Lin Huaile from succeeding.

But just being beaten like this will lead to death sooner or later. Taro Biao, an old gangster, is naturally not willing to die like this.

He has not enjoyed enough glory, wealth, beauties and delicious food, so how could he be willing to be killed?

Taro Biao lowered his head, gathered all his strength, and suddenly bumped into Lin Huaile, who was still attacking. They both fell to the ground.

This is an opportunity!

Taro Biao seemed to have grasped a glimmer of hope. He quickly climbed up, sat on Lin Huaile's body, and moved his hands from the blade to Lin Huaile's big neck.

His hands were like iron pliers, clenched around his throat, making Lin Huaile unable to breathe.

In order to get out of the predicament, he kept attacking Taro Biao's ribs with both fists, trying to get Taro Biao to let go.

"Longhair, shoot!"

Lin Huaile's eyes were filled with stars. Knowing that he could not hold on much longer, he shouted.

After hearing the order, Changmao hurriedly took out the Browning from his body, walked quickly to the two of them, and pulled the trigger on Taro Biao.

Although Taro Biao did not let go of his hands, his eyes were very desperate, and he shook violently with the sound of the trigger being pulled.

The trigger was pulled, but it made no sound and did not emit the fire it should have.

"Turn on the insurance! Go to the street, how much you want me to die!" Lin Huaile shouted with difficulty.

He felt a warmth on his body, feeling that he was experiencing Taro Biao's roller coaster journey.

But now is not the time to be disgusted. Even when he accepted his fate, this old helper did not let go of his hands. It seemed that he was preparing to fight to the death.

Changmao heard Lin Huaile's cry and realized that he did not have the insurance to shoot.

Situ Haonan and Zheng Feng, who were cleaning up Hedong, also noticed that something was wrong with Lin Huaile and ran over quickly. They punched and kicked the persevering Taro Biao in an attempt to roll this guy off Brother Le.

A serious ambush and murder turned into what it is now, a joke.

Changmao was still in a hurry, but he finally turned on the safety of the pistol. With trembling hands, he aimed for a while before pulling the trigger.

The sound of shooting resounded throughout the villa.

Taro Biao shivered just like last time.

But he was not as lucky as last time. A bullet actually hit his body.

He let go of his hands and stood up, opening his eyes in surprise, as if he still didn't understand what was happening in front of him.

Completely ignoring being surrounded by the two men, he took a step forward and then fell on Lin Huaile, pressing him down with his whole body weight.

"Pull him away! Pull him away!"

After a person dies, his blood no longer circulates and he becomes dead.

Standard adjective.

Lin Huaile finally breathed fresh air, but soon became out of breath again.

Taro Biao has been eating and drinking excessively for many years, and his figure is out of shape.

With a fat man weighing about 200 pounds weighing on his body, anyone would feel a lot of pressure.

Situ Haonan and Zheng Feng immediately woke up, grabbed Taro Biao's arm, and with all their strength, they pulled him off Lin Huaile's body.

Lin Huaile got up from the ground, took the Browning from Changmao's hand, and shot Taro Biao again in the heart.

"Don't be stunned, Taro Biao's bodyguards should come in soon and deal with them!"

Lin Huaile threw the gun to Changmao and shouted to Situ Haonan and others.

Situ Haonan and Zheng Feng looked at each other, then one ran to the back door and the other to the front yard.

Lin Huaile picked up the bayonet on the ground again, kept coughing, and walked to He Dong's side.

At this time, he was also dying, with only a crack left in his bruised and swollen eyes. He was trying hard to see the person in front of him clearly. He opened his mouth again and again, but could not even say a complete sentence.

"Be smart in the next life!"

After Lin Huaile finished speaking, he took the knife and stabbed it hard into He Dong's stomach, then turned it around twice and broke the intestines.

Hedong reluctantly twitched a few times and then completely stopped moving.

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