Zhao Ziyue frowned. Run? How could I run?

The two gunmen were obviously angry by the provocative actions of the two women. One person continued to chase Zhao Ziyue, and the other two pointed their guns at Ling Yun and Chen Luhua who were running in the distance. [bsp;    Zhao Ziyue could no longer care about that. She suddenly jumped up from behind the cover of the vehicle body, and then rushed towards the gunman without fear of death.

Zhao Ziyue finally saw the gunman's face, golden hair, pale face, and those tiny but extremely vivid eyes... he turned out to be a white man.

Zhao Ziyue's stupid behavior was obviously beyond his expectations. Then, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face, and he raised his pistol to the running man who was quickly-

Bang!

He pulled the trigger again. This time, his target was still Zhao Ziyue's head.

He likes the feeling of blood splashing everywhere, just like the games he often played with his friends when he was a child.

However, after a shot, the man with a ferocious face did not fall down. Moreover, he actually flipped over the bullets in a hollow and continued to run forward.

The gunman doubted whether he was dazzled. He clearly shot his head and fired his gun just now, how did he avoid it?

Lao Budian once said: Only when you can get beaten can you learn to beat someone. Zhao Ziyue was beaten to the ground by the old beggar in less than five seconds to the last ten minutes. In half an hour, it was not just fighting hard with the old man, but more often, the two were in a state of fighting.

Lao Buddy's speed was fast and ruthless, and he could handle it. Compared with Lao Buddy's speed, the gunman's speed was too slow. In the final analysis, it was still a gap in realm. He saved his life by several steps he learned from Lao Buddy, but he took a slight step and avoided the deadly bullet.

The smile on the gunman's face disappeared, and he once again pointed at Zhao Ziyue's chest and pulled the trigger.

The gunshots rang out, but the gunman's own wail came.

The two bamboo sticks in Zhao Ziyue's hand were inserted into the gunman's eyes by him. Violently, the bamboo sticks more than one foot long were penetrated straight, leaving only a small piece of needle tail outside.

The cold wind, the blood, the dirty air, the running crowd, the screams that cut through the long streets... and the corpse lying on the ground and not having time to say goodbye to the world.

Chaos is the main theme of this dusk, and it is a scene of malicious murder.

After Zhao Ziyue pierced the two bamboo sticks in his hand into the eyes of the gangster, letting him scream and roar, he rushed forward, stepped on it hard, broke the gunman's arm, and then took the black American m1911 in his hand before it landed. This was the standard pistol of the US military officer. The seven-style loading method was amazing. He fired a gun on the wailing gunman's legs with a gun, and then quickly chased Ling Yun and Chen Luhua in the direction where the escape was.

"These two crazy wives. These two crazy wives..." Zhao Ziyue cursed fiercely in his heart.

They are obviously here to kill themselves, and as long as they are obedient and lie quietly in the car, there will be no danger.

What do they jump out for? What do they jump out for?

Zhao Ziyue's face was ferocious, and his frivolous face was seriously distorted at any time. His jeans were stained with blood and he held a gun, as if he had come to the world.

Because the shooting here has alarmed the drivers in the long traffic jam, countless people abandoned their cars and ran away. As a result, there were people running around in the middle of the road.

Zhao Ziyue first met Chen Luhua and the black-clad gunman who had been following behind.

He is also a blonde and blue-eyed foreigner, which made Zhao Ziyue even more determined to expand his territory, and it would be best to expand to the United States to compete with the Mafia.

Zhao Ziyue followed up quickly, and his toes touched the ground, walking quickly in small steps, with a very fast speed, but there was no sound when he stepped on the ground. Chen Luhua ran wildly with his butt sticking out, and his high heels on his feet didn't know where they fell, and his white and tender little feet stepped on the floor.

While running, he shouted "Irregular". This woman ran away so coquettishly and charmingly.

However, what made Zhao Ziyue even more amazed was that even when she was chased by a gun, she was able to maintain corresponding wisdom.

Chinese people all have the habit of loving fun. However, more often, they are very indifferent to people who have nothing to do with them.

They believe in the principle of "no matter is concerned, but no matter how high they are", and regard "Everyone sweeps away the snow in front of the door, and don't care about the frost on others" as a good word. As long as it is a person or thing that has nothing to do with them, they can fully appreciate it as a farce.

Chen Luhua called "inappropriate". So those passers-by on the roadside who didn't know the truth might come around to see the excitement. As long as someone came to watch the excitement, it would increase her chance of escaping.

If she shouted "Help, someone killed someone", I'm afraid those passers-by would run faster than her

Chen Luhua ran too fast and accidentally stepped on a pear core. The pear core slid forward with her body. She staggered and fell heavily to the ground. The black-clothed killer finally found the opportunity to shoot and raised the pistol in his hand calmly.

Zhao Ziyue was shocked and didn't care that he was still far away from Chen Luhua, and he didn't even have time to aim. He just aimed at the gunman's position and resolutely pulled the trigger of the pistol.

He just needed to give the gunman a warning, a warning that someone had a gun in his hand behind him.

Bang!

The gunshots rang out. The killer in black was unscathed.

Got it wrong!

However, the gunman in black turned around as Zhao Ziyue expected, and then began to shoot at Zhao Ziyue's running body.

One shot, two shots, three shots...

When the bullets in his gun were fired, he stopped fighting and ran towards the crowd like a ghost. How could Zhao Ziyue let him go? The motto he believed was that there was a revenge. He held a pistol, squinted his eyes, and stared at the gunman running towards the crowd.

The gunman ran to the edge of the crowd, with a smile on his face.

Bang!

A gunshot came. A very good head was like a tomato falling on the wall. Blood splashed everywhere. The frightened crowd screamed and ran away.

Return to the other person with his own way!

In "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Jin Daxia told us that we must not be lenient in dealing with enemies.

Zhao Ziyue ran to Chen Luhua, helped her up from the ground, and asked worriedly: "How are you? Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm fine." Chen Luhua climbed up from the ground in a daze. Her smooth and sexy knees were broken by the hard cement floor. A large piece of skin was oozing out of fine blood beads, which was not a big deal, but it was painful.

"It's fine." Zhao Ziyue finally felt relieved. He saw Chen Luhua falling from a distance, thinking she was shot. He was so scared that his heart was raised to his throat.

"Are you shot?" Chen Luhua looked at the bloody hole on Zhao Ziyue's shoulder and said anxiously.

"It's okay. I wiped the bullets a little." Zhao Ziyue said with a wry smile. After all, he is not as strong as Lao Budhi.

"Don't giggle foolishly. Call an ambulance quickly." Chen Luhua reached out to try to take out her phone, but found that her bag was still in the car. Thinking of the taxi driver who died tragically just now, he felt sad.

"You call the police and I'll go and save Lingyun."

For the first time in his life, Chen Luhua smiled and nodded at Zhao Ziyue obediently.

After turning around, Zhao Ziyue ran towards Ling Yun's escape. Xue'er, don't have anything to do!

The first time in his life, Ling Yun was so nervous, her feet were sore, her legs were almost broken, and her hair was running. She was reluctant to let go of the man in black like a ghost, and her chuck kept ringing in her ears. No matter how she ran, she couldn't get rid of it.

She just ran silently without making any sound. The buildings and people around her eyes became blurred. She felt like she was isolated and helpless when she was a child.

Fortunately, she was wearing a pair of flat canvas shoes. She wouldn't sprain her ankle when she ran. The fine sweat beads were covered with fine sweat on her forehead, and she felt that her back was wet. Her underwear was tightly attached to her back, sticky and uncomfortable.

After rushing to the side of the road, she ran towards the crowd. Through the crowd, she ran into an underground shopping mall. The black figure behind her was still gloomy.

"Ruyi Milk, direct sales from the manufacturer, welcome to taste it. It is of excellent quality. Not all milk is called Tronsu, Miss. You are so beautiful. Have you taste our Ruyi Milk?"

“…”

"It tastes very good. You can try it first..."

“…”

"Ah! Miss, you've been sweating so much? Why did you quarrel with your boyfriend?"

“…”

"It doesn't matter, maybe your boyfriend will chase you in a while."

“…”

"Hehe, I'm really chasing you! Miss, your boyfriend is so cool! He also holds a toy gun. Men are all children who are not grown up, so I know that my boyfriend is like this when he dances with swords and guns all day long! Miss, don't run away. You haven't tasted our Ruyi milk yet..."

Bang!

A gunshot came.

"Oh my god! It's a real gun! Run--"

Ling Yun was forced into a stairs. If it weren't for the overly enthusiastic milk promoter who had been holding her arm just now, she might have run away long ago. Sometimes enthusiasm would kill people.

"What do you want to do?" Ling Yun asked panting. The god of death stood in front of her, and she could still be calm.

"Nonsense! You said I was chasing you with a gun and what were you doing?" The black-clad gunman pointed the gun at Ling Yun's ever-rimming chest and shouted fiercely.

"Holding a gun is illegal." Ling Yun retreated to the corner and silently picked up a small fruit knife.

Hahaha……

A burst of laughter. The gunman in black seemed to have heard a huge joke. The sunglasses on his face trembled violently. After laughing, he raised his gun and pointed the black muzzle at Ling Yun's bright forehead. "It's a pity that you have offended someone you can't afford to offend. Such a beautiful beauty is dead." As he said that, his fingers gently pulled the trigger.

Bang--

Ling Yun's brain went blank. She fell backwards immediately. When she fell down, she felt her body pressing heavily on a person's body. Then the pots and pans around her fell all over the floor.

It hurts. It hurts very much. The back of the head seems to hit someone's chin.

Zhao Ziyue helped Ling Yun up from her body, patted her little head and comforted her: "With my husband here, it's okay."
Chapter completed!