"Boy, are you hiding deep enough?" One of the robbers did not shoot and kill the chef directly, but walked over and grabbed him by the collar, carrying him over like a chicken.

On the table next to it, the kitchen was suddenly in a commotion. Plates, cutlery, and condiments were scattered all over the floor. The chef was also kicked to the ground by the robber, and the kitchen knife and spoon in his hand fell to the ground. The chef almost

The kid was beaten to pieces by the robbers.

With a click of the gun bolt, the two robbers walked over, pointed the black muzzle at the cook, and shouted in broken Chinese: "Cowards like you should not live in this world. This world is a world for the strong."

, Whoever has the bigger fist has the right to decide his own destiny, I won’t bother to kill you at all.”

Although the chef huddled on the ground was trembling all over, he did not beg for mercy. Instead, he stared at the two robbers with red eyes and tightly grasped the kitchen knife beside him in his hand.

One of the robbers couldn't clearly see the expression on his face, but his words were full of mockery and disdain: "Ah? Can I think that you are provoking us? I can sit on your head and pee right now.

Do you have the courage to pick up that kitchen knife when facing my gun? Hehe, although I like accidents very much, I usually won't let accidents appear in my hands."

No one could stand the shame and humiliation of being peed on the head with a gun pointed at it. The chef's eyes were bloodshot and his teeth were clenching. At this moment, the two robbers happened to have their backs to each other.

Zhao Fanchen's, the chef who was stepped on by them happened to see Zhao Fanchen who had quietly removed the ventilation panel on the top of the kitchen. Afraid that he would shout, Zhao Fanchen immediately raised his finger and made a

The silent gesture signaled him not to have any extreme reaction.

The chef, who had been preparing to fight the robbers, was so excited when he saw Zhao Fanchen! This response should have saved him. He tried not to let his eyes betray the feelings in his heart, and the other person under him.

One hand fumbled for a kitchen condiment bottle that had been knocked over on the ground. It seemed to be a bottle containing chili noodles. The chef immediately had a problem in his heart and tightly grasped the chili noodles seasoning bottle in his hand.

The two robbers were beating and kicking the chef while muttering something. At this time, the chef quietly and without leaving any trace saw Zhao Fanchen leaning down from the vent on the top of the kitchen to him.

He made a gesture, which seemed to mean that he was about to take action. At this moment, the chef suddenly threw out the bottle of chili seasoning prepared behind his back. The two robbers subconsciously raised the spray gun in their hands and directly pulled the trigger.

There were two gunshots, bang, bang, and the condiment bottle filled with chili noodles that flew over was directly smashed by the gun. The chili noodles and broken glass slag inside flew out. Because the distance was relatively close, the two

The robbers were the first to be affected, and their eyes were blinded by the flying chili powder and glass shards.

The two robbers screamed, their eyes were blurred with blood, they could not see, and they were bleeding. These two people were indeed the ones who survived the cruel war in Africa. Even at this time, they did not lose their hands.

With the gun, the chef quickly took advantage of this perfect opportunity to crawl and hide in a safe place. Not to mention that in the critical moment of death, human potential is really unlimited. The chef just climbed faster than he usually did.

Both legs can run faster.

But now that the gun has been fired, the people in the hall will know that something is wrong. At this moment, Zhao Fanchen, who has been gathering momentum for a long time in the kitchen vent, rushes down and kicks the two robbers in the air.

He was kicked and flew out. According to the time and distance he had calculated from above, the dagger in Zhao Fanchen's hand had already flown out. With a pop, it pierced into the man's eyes and he was blinded. He was struggling like a headless fly.

In the throat of the robber, the gun that the robber raised to shoot randomly finally fell to the ground.

The other robber who was kicked out by Zhao Fanchen bumped into the iron pot on the stove. The most important thing now was to not let the gun in his hand go off again. Zhao Fanchen rushed over and picked up the hit one.

The robber was a visibly ugly man with a bloody face. Then he slammed him to the ground, stepped on his shoulder, grabbed his gun-holding wrist and twisted it hard. With a click, the robber's arm was lifted by Zhao Fanchen.

After taking it off, he hit his neck with his elbow and knocked his head away, causing him to faint. Then he kicked the gun away from his hand.

The man hiding in the corner of the kitchen held his head in his hands in fear. Seeing that Zhao Fanchen subdued the two robbers in less than five seconds, he stood up tremblingly, his face pale and struggling.

He swallowed and whispered: "They are all dead?"

He felt a chill on his lower abdomen. When he lowered his head, Zhao Fanchen saw a wound made by a dagger on his lower abdomen. Blood was already seeping out. When he turned his head, he saw the left hand of the robber whose arm he had just broken.

He was clutching a bloody dagger tightly, which must have been scratched by the robber in the chaos just now. He found some field first aid medicines on the robber's body, and wrapped the wound with gauze.

The bleeding stopped temporarily.

Now that the situation in the hall is critical, he no longer cares about so much. He picked up a gun on the ground and threw it directly to the trembling chef: "Here, what's your name? I need your help to create something together."

A little chaos attracts the attention of the robbers, and then it is divided into everyone, and it is much easier to subdue them."

The chef hurriedly grabbed the heavy gun that he had only seen in movies in his hand. His whole body was shaking so hard that he just grabbed the gun without daring to move. He said with a grimace: "My...my name is Sun Dazhu..."

This? I don’t know how to use this, I’ve only seen it in movies?”

In fact, to be honest, this was Zhao Fanchen's first time holding a gun, and he didn't know how to use it. He picked up the gun he got from A Fei, thought about it, and pulled the bolt and bullet according to the two robbers just now.

During the loading action, Zhao Fanchen took out the bullet, inserted it into the chamber of the gun, clicked, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet. Zhao Fanchen learned and sold it and gave Sun Dazhu a simple introduction and demonstration on how to use the gun.

Sun Dazhu held the gun in his hand, his arms trembling. Although he didn't know how to use a gun, he had always seen it in movies and TV series. Plus Zhao Fanchen demonstrated it, Sun Dazhu could be considered a master.

I can tinker with it reluctantly. As for whether I dare to shoot on the spot, that's hard to say. I can't control that much. Anyway, I need to stabilize my position now.

"Is this possible? Brother, those are all robbers who kill without batting an eye. It's just the two of us? Can this be done?" Sun Dazhu has finally calmed down. Although his calves are shaking, he has never experienced this before.

In this kind of scene, when faced with the robber's gun, he was not so scared that he wet his pants, yelled, and his legs became weak. Now he can stand with the gun and prepare to fight. This is already very good.

"It can be done!" Zhao Fanchen looked firmly at the pale Sun Dazhu, pressed his shoulder and said seriously: "Brother, didn't you just save your own life when you faced the robbers? As long as you dare

You can succeed if you break in, and those who survive often risk their lives. If you don't want to die, then follow me and fight. Robbers are human beings too, and we can't be so cowardly as to let people step on us and shit on us."

After pondering for a while, when Sun Dazhu raised his head again, he had a firm look on his face. Maybe he was inspired by Zhao Fanchen, or maybe Zhao Fanchen's few words just stung a certain nerve in him. He gritted his teeth and said: "Sure,

Let me do it. Anyway, I have killed two robbers now. They will definitely not let me go when I go out. Instead of being beaten to death in vain, I might as well give it a try and maybe kill one or two robbers.

It’s a profit. It would be better if I can get out alive. I haven’t touched a woman yet. How can I die here in such a miserable state? Brother, tell me what to do?”

"Okay, sure!" Zhao Fanchen patted Sun Dazhu on the shoulder: "What we have to do now is to create a little chaos and attract the remaining robbers. Now that the gun has been fired, I guess there are many robbers in the hall.

Someone will be sent over soon. If the robbers come in a while, you go and attract them. I will take the opportunity to deal with them, and then we will find a way to enter the hall."

"Brother, do you want me to be used as cannon fodder?" Sun Dazhu had a grimace on his face, holding the gun pitifully, with a face full of pot ashes mixed with sweat, and looking at Zhao Fanchen with a cat-like face.

"How about I become cannon fodder and you take action to deal with them?" Zhao Fanchen gave Sun Dazhu a dagger and angrily told him to keep it for self-defense.

When Sun Dazhu thought about taking out the robbers by himself, he would not be the first to die. He would have a higher chance of surviving as cannon fodder: "Brother, let me be the cannon fodder. You were so powerful just now, so you should solve them."

They are more reliable. Are you a special forces soldier? The moves you used to hit the robbers just now were just like those in the movie. By the way, brother, how did you end up in the vent above? You don’t look like it.

The security guard here?"

Apparently, the tense atmosphere had eased a lot, and Sun Dazhu's psychological burden gradually decreased, and he began to chat with Zhao Fanchen.

Zhao Fanchen found a few knives and forks for cutting steaks in the kitchen. Zhao Fanchen put them on his body, maybe he could use them later, and then said: "I can't explain these two sentences clearly. I'll tell you slowly when I have the opportunity."

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"Brother, what you did just now are better than those security guards here who said they were from the special forces?" Sun Dazhu's words came to an abrupt end before he could finish his words. His face changed horribly, and his mouth was open, and he couldn't speak.

He couldn't come out anymore. He looked behind Zhao Fanchen with a horrified look on his face, pointed with his hand and stammered: "Is it? Is it dangerous?"

As soon as he saw Sun Dazhu's expression changed horribly, with his mouth open and pointing behind him, Zhao Fanchen immediately realized that there might be danger behind him. He knew that it was too late to turn around now, so he pounced forward, trying to get Sun Dazhu away.

He fell down, but at this moment Sun Dazhu almost subconsciously pulled the trigger in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Zhao Fanchen. Zhao Fanchen secretly said, "It's not good, this time it's over." Sun Dazhu was frightened and confused.
Chapter completed!