"There are two more of them, let's tie them up together!" Fang Fanglong was talking about Huang Zunyi and Mu Hu.
Mu Hu clenched his fists and was about to swing out to attack the young man wearing a gun.
Huang Zunqi grabbed his fist and looked towards Mutian.
Mu Tian nodded.
Mu Hu gave up and let the two young men tie him up with Huang Zunyi.
Huang Zunzhen knew what Mu Tian meant. How could he and his young master be bound by a hemp rope? But he didn't know what Mu Tian was going to do next? How to get out of trouble?
"House Dragon, let Sumary go, and I'll follow you!" Peter took a tentative step forward.
"Stop! Piqué, I don't want you. You are an American, and if you are caught, you have to be released. That would be too troublesome. I just want you to know how you feel when someone you care about is held hostage. I'm with you.
Just for fun. Do you still remember my mother? You kept saying that you wanted to move her to an old man in the rear. How did you treat her?" the house dragon said sinisterly.
"Don't be ridiculous, House Dragon!" Pique slowed down his tone as he was thinking about how to take action.
Long Yin of the house laughed and hit Su Mary with his gun again.
"Who is she? Isn't she your Margaret? How did you treat my mother at that time? You said she was a traitor and you wanted to bury her alive. That's my mother, my mother! Do you know?" House
The dragon suddenly howled.
"What do you want to do as a house dragon? I'm warning you!" Pique suddenly became anxious again and screamed wildly.
"I don't want to do anything, I just want you to see how I threw your Marguerite La Traviata into the Huangpu River. That's fair." Fang Fanglong looked at Piqué proudly and said.
Piqué was in a panic and rushed towards the dragon house.
"Bang bang bang."
The house dragon fired three times, and the bullets hit the concrete floor in front of Peake, causing sparks to fly.
Piqué stopped suddenly and looked in shock as he put the gun on Sumari's head again, who was holding her head and screaming.
Feng Jichen next to him was also trembling all over.
The Japanese soldier standing outside the warehouse door took off the gun from his shoulder and carefully listened to the sounds inside the door.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
Four Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another.
Then, Cookwood's gun also fired, and the two Japanese soldiers smoking cigarette butts next to the machine gun slowly slid down the sandbags. The sandbags were covered with red and white things.
Colin quickly jumped out of the cab, threw himself in front of the machine gun, fired two more shots at the two machine gunners, and turned the gun.
"Hey, Fangfanglong!" Mu Tian spit out the broken sack pieces in his mouth and suddenly spoke, "You can't touch her. I tell you, she is a spy of Peace International. You are Jia Zhengting, and you are also a spy of Mr. Wang. Spies will not be killed.
Spy, don’t you understand these rules? Be careful of Mr. Wang causing trouble for you. Jia Zhengting’s little shoulder replacement won’t be able to handle the situation.”
"I understand the rules, but I want to give it a try." Fang Fang Long ignored Mu Tian's threats and ordered a young man in youth clothes, "Go and bring me the empty box over there."
The tall and thin young man in young clothes carried a submachine gun behind his back and muttered, "Hey, it depends on how tall I am." He walked towards a pile of wooden boxes stacked against the wall.
He stood in front of the pile of empty boxes, looking up, wondering how he could get the top one. He caught a glimpse of the muzzle of Hu Ti's gun and a pair of bright eyes lying on the stack next to him.
He was excited and reached out to touch the gun behind him.
Between the electric light and flint.
Hu Ti did a somersault and landed in front of him.
He opened his mouth and stared at Hu Ti.
"Bang bang."
The bullet passed through his chest and exploded in the back of his chest.
Hu Ti quickly hugged him, turned around, kicked down the pile of empty boxes, and moved sideways towards the house dragon.
Piqué saw it clearly, with an extremely nervous look on his face, "House Dragon!" He only shouted once, without any follow-up. He just wanted to attract the attention of the House Dragon, and he hadn't thought about what to say next.
As expected, Fangzhuanglong was fooled and said to Pique: "It's useless to shout..."
Before he finished speaking, an overturned wooden crate rolled out.
The house dragon looked down at the wooden crate in surprise. When he turned back, he saw that the tall and thin young man's clothes were in front of him.
His head was drooped, and his chest was stained with blood.
Except for one arm, no one can be seen supporting the chest behind it.
Fangzhuanglong turned his gun and pointed it at the tall and thin young man.
Hu Ti immediately threw the tall and thin young man's clothes towards the house dragon, jumped sideways, and hit Su Mary next to him.
Sumary was caught off guard and threw herself to the ground.
Hu Ti, who fell to the ground at the same time, spun around and swept Feng Jichen down with his legs.
Mu Tian and Huang Zunyi pulled back together, broke the hemp rope, and swooped up to the crane hook.
Huang Zunqi kicked a young man in the face with both feet.
Mu Tian hooked his legs on the head of another young man, and then twisted it.
"Click."
A desperate death.
Huang Zunyi fell, and the youth uniform with blood on his face was falling towards him. Huang Zunyi held it, smashed his hands, and broke his neck. He took off the submachine gun he was carrying.
Mu Tian also had a submachine gun on his feet, switched his feet, and kicked the submachine gun to Pique.
Piqué held the gun with one hand, pointing it directly at the head of the house dragon who had just climbed up after being knocked down by the body of a tall and lanky young man.
The house dragon raised his hands in frustration.
Peake took off the gun from his hand.
Piqué took a step back, pointed his gun at the house dragon, and helped Sumary, who fell to the ground, "Are you okay, my dear?"
Sumary shook her head and arranged her clothes.
Several young men in dumbstruck clothes dropped their submachine guns on the ground and raised their hands in front of Huang Zunyi.
Muhu walked over, picked up the gun on the ground, pointed at the remaining youth uniform, and carried all the remaining guns on his body.
"Fang Fang Long, why don't you repent?" Mu Tian stepped forward and said.
"Mutian, don't be complacent, your good days are coming to an end!" Fang Fanglong straightened his neck and shouted.
"Why are you so loud? Tell me where Mr. Feng's daughter Feng Ruoyun is?" Mu Tian hooked the empty wooden box with his foot.
"You don't want to know from me!" Fang Fanglong took a deep breath and said.
"You don't care about your mother anymore?" Piqué interjected.
"Save it, Pique, they have rescued my mother from your hands and are sending her to the real rear. Tokyo, Tokyo, Japan, that is the real rear! Do you know?" Fang Fanglong sneered at him.
Pique said, "Stop bragging that your defense line is solid and watertight. Hmph!"
"But you, it's hard to fly now." Pique sneered, "Do you think your mother is the Queen Mother, and they will take her back to Tokyo to support her? Are you here to make a joke?" Pique mocked.
"Why are you arguing with him? Put him in." Mu Tian felt that Pique was about to show off his Chinese cultural heritage endlessly again, so he interrupted him.
"What are you going to do?" Fang Fanglong looked at Mu Tiandao in horror.
Mu Tian stared into his eyes, "Do what you should have done a long time ago!"
The house dragon couldn't help but shudder.
A bright light came.
The door on the other side of the warehouse opens.
A jeep drove up the road, followed by a car, and behind it a truck rumbled in.
Fang Fang Long immediately had a winner's smile on his face, stared at Mu Tian, laughed "ha", and said viciously: "This is not over yet!"