Zhao's muzzle was aimed at the vicinity of the feller, his gaze was like an eagle.

The space seems to be imprisoned.

Da Da, two footsteps suddenly sounded.

Old Zhao's squatting body moved slightly, the blue veins in his hands revealed his high tension and concentration, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and one eye was slightly squinted.

Breathing, also stopped, just waiting for the moment.

Da da da da, a few more soft footsteps.

Hearing this sound, the person who fell on the ground was already close, and he was nearby.

Old Zhao's eyes were fierce, his legs moved aside, and the gun in his hand leaned in the direction of the corner. After no silhouette was found wherever his eyes were, he moved a step forward.

Hey, although his steps are gentle, he can hardly hear the sound, but in the silence of the night, he can hear the clues at the lightest steps. After all, it was lighter than Gao Leng's footsteps.

Da, he took a step forward.

After this step, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Just now, are the high cold footsteps too loud? It seems that some deliberately told him generally. he thinks.

Da Da Da Da, a burst of dense footsteps came again, and stopped abruptly at the person who fell, just around the corner.

Old Zhao quickly retracted his thoughts and lowered his voice: "Who! Report your name."

"Hey, I have no celebrities." A laugh came from the corner, with a few joking teases, which was completely different from the tension of Zhao.

This is a stark provocation.

Provoked the Golden Gun Lao Zhao, but he was mortal.

The laugh made Lao Zhao face blank. He gritted his teeth, his apple moved up and down again, and made a dull and humiliating sound, and he swallowed the breath severely.

Damn, so crazy! Old Zhao secretly cursed, his body moved quickly, from the angle where he could see the corner the most, he turned against the wall, and winked at his companion in front of him. The man quickly backed away to the stone-like intersection. Turning his head, extending a hand, made a stop motion. Tell the companion behind you to pay attention to the back.

The two nodded.

One person headed north and the other headed south, guarding the intersection behind Lao Zhao.

There is no trouble, Lao Zhao, can attack and confront with peace of mind.

"Try your gun power." Gao Leng's voice smiled, before the words fell, a small black figure suddenly flew out from the corner.

Lao Diao's back tightened.

Snapped! There was a crisp sound.

The shot was fired and hit directly. Shooting is already instinct for Lao Zhao, but hitting is an iron law. He has never missed.

The residue in the place is full of black smoke.

It turned out to be a pistol.

"You said you are a golden gun old Zhao?" The voice came from the corner, unhurriedly, like a chat.

Lao Zhao didn't answer the conversation, but walked slightly, and quickly approached the corner.

"I'm a golden gun." The voice was almost in Zhao's ear. Gao Leng was just around the corner, as was Lao Zhao, and the two were separated by only a ninety degree corner.

Old Zhao stretched out his hand and took out a small object from the back waist. It was a mirror. He squatted secretly, put the mirror on the ground, and gently pushed it forward with his feet.

A cold figure appeared on the mirror. He was wearing a hat and the brim of the hat was pressed very low. The mask also tightly shielded his face from dripping water, with his back leaning against the wall, one hand in his trouser pocket and the other. ... actually... picking your nose.

Picking nose? !

This made Lao Zhao, who had been fighting for many years, couldn't bear it anymore. He verbally provoked or angered himself, thereby affecting his marksmanship. He was a veteran and naturally would not be fooled.

Are you picking your nose? !

The two are facing each other for their lives, and when they can only hear the heartbeat, this **** is actually picking his nose? !

This is simply ridiculous!

Ten thousand horses crashed past, almost not trampled to death, arrogant! Lao Zhao was overwhelmed and cursed.

His muzzle shook slightly, and he turned his head and looked at the rear again. The younger brother in the rear shook his head and stared at the intersection on both sides.

Old Zhao looked at the mirror again.

...

A burst of anger poured out.

It was a sour and refreshing digging, and it was simply indulging in the feeling of being unable to extricate itself, and the other hand also stretched out and put it on the side casually.

There are no guns in both hands, this is death, it's time to act. Old Zhao made up his mind, turned his head and looked at the rear again, and made an offensive move.

The bodies of the two people suddenly became tense, and they guarded the rear more and more.

Turning his head again, Lao Zhao looked at his glasses, Gao Leng in the mirror was still leaning against the wall leisurely, but his eyes fell in the direction of the mirror, and he saw the clue.

Gao Leng pointed towards the mirror and stretched out his middle finger.

"Take your life!" With a roar, Lao Zhao strode forward. Before the person left the corner, the gun cleared the way first. Just turn around like this, one second.

boom! A gunshot sounded.

Moments after the gunshot, Lao Zhao left the corner and stood straight at the intersection, aiming the gun at the intersection of the tall refrigerating body.

but……

Found that the road was empty.

Old Zhao's brain was numb, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Obviously... Obviously, I saw someone in the mirror a second ago. Why is there no one suddenly?

The road to the next intersection is at least 50 meters away. How can there be no one at such a long distance?

Lao Zhao instinctively squatted and chased forward along the wall. Just after running a few steps, he heard two muffled noises and the sound of people falling to the ground.

bad!

Old Zhao hurriedly turned around, returned to the intersection again, and was taken aback when he saw it. I saw the two little brothers fell to the ground one after another, motionless like dead bodies. He ran over quickly, looked around at the intersection but didn't see anyone, but suddenly saw the face of one of the younger brothers.

The hair is creepy.

In the end, there was a pile of booger on the little brother's face, big, black, or... fresh.

This……

Old Zhao panicked.

Is this the same person? !

This is the same person!

Where's the booger?

can……

How can it be?

If it's a person, he has to go around the intersection behind him and then come back, and run a circle around the warehouse that is opposing. In a circle, although the warehouse is not big, it has a kilometer.

Only a few seconds.

"Who?! Who?!" Old Zhao shot a few shots into the sky.

This is for help.

His hands shook.

"What's the matter?!" There was a panic question in the distance. Hearing the movement, just after entering the gate, the blade gang arrived.

A dark shadow struck in an instant, swept across Lao Zhao suddenly, with a snap, the gun fell. Golden Gun Old Zhao was firmly pressed against the wall in an instant.

Before he could see clearly, Sombra stretched out a hand to grab his hand and slammed it against the wall.

Fainted.

"I don't have time to play with you." Gao sneered, kicked the old hanging who was fainted on the ground, bent over and took the key from his waistband, and his eyes fell on Warehouse No. 89.

A burst of fine footsteps approached from far and near, and there were still about 100 kilometers, this time was enough.

A dark figure, Gao Leng appeared at the entrance of Warehouse No. 89 instantly, took out the key and inserted it in, twisting it.

The key is right.

He smiled slightly, and reached for a push.

The door did not move.