clown game

Chapter 59 The Battle of the Four Kingdoms IV

Wang San struggled to get up, the dizziness in his head had not completely dissipated, it might be because of fear, or it might be because of pain, in short, all the muscles in his body were trembling.There was a pool of blood on the ground, extending from his feet all the way out of the door, and on the ground not far from the pool of blood, there was a gun.

Wang San is a person who is very reluctant to use his brain, and he is like a "cattle" in the words of the people around him.To translate it in nicer words is simple and direct, but not necessarily effective.

Then, according to the situation at this moment, he instinctively made the following thoughts in his mind.

1. There are people outside the door.

2. He wants to kill me.

3. There are guns on the ground.

Combining these three points together, a very simple and direct conclusion can be drawn, that is: "Damn it! I want to fuck him!"

Fear is a very magical thing, it can instantly crush a person, and it can also give people a kind of illusory courage.At this moment, Wang San's blood rushed to his forehead, and a wave of strength was inexplicably aroused from all over his body, like a dying person returning to the light.He jumped at the pistol beside him like a wild dog, and rolled over on the spot.

Almost at the same time, the "tattooed man" outside the door also flashed to the door, kicked the door open with all his strength.

outlaws.

Dying Dingo.

At this moment, gunshots rang out, spewing out gorgeous flames, and under the pale light, a touch of bright red was added.

It was the first shot of the night.

The largest conference room on the top floor near the edge glass, the three mustaches have already occupied this place.

This meeting room was stepped, with three doors, one of which was blocked by an iron table from the inside, and the other two doors were facing each other, and they were all open.

Two rows of tables were moved to the corridor outside the main gate and set up next to each other.

In the conference room, a man in a vest was fiddling with a long knife idly. His strong muscles were exposed, his cheeks were full of stubble, and he looked unkempt, but he did give off a special masculinity.

At this time.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

A series of gunshots rang out.

But the man in the vest didn't seem to be affected at all. The long knife spun around his wrist and returned to his hand.

"Both sides are fighting!" He said absent-mindedly.

The "mustache" on the side leaned on the chair, crossed his legs, and looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

"Those three desperate fools," he said.

After that, a few seconds passed.

"Huh?" He froze for a moment, then sat up.

"What's wrong?" The man in the vest scratched the blade with his thumb, cut a shallow wound, and rubbed it with his fingers.

Mustache thought for a while, shrugged his shoulders, and leaned back in the chair. "Two members of the Green Gang didn't shoot!" He said lightly.

"Why?" the man in the vest asked casually.

Mustache raised his legs again: "I don't know, I guess he died before the shot was fired, or he may have been ordered, or it may have something to do with the explosion just now. Whatever it is."

"Oh" the man in the vest responded, and as expected, he didn't bother anymore. He shook the knife in his hand, and then felt really bored. He waved his hand lightly, and a cold light flashed, and the corner of the table was neatly cut off.

"How long will we have to wait?" He said with a bitter face.

The mustache saw him panicked, and smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, Boss Zhou said that there are "those people" in this auction!"

The "man in the vest" pursed his lips and smiled when he heard the word "those people".

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't have come!" He said eagerly. "That crazy fellow."

The voice just fell.

"Tud thu chug" the sound of gunfire rang out.Immediately afterwards, there was a scream of "ah".

Mustache frowned.

At this time, a man with a scar on his face walked into the conference room. He saw the two people in the room, one lying down and the other sitting, both looking leisurely and at ease, so he couldn't beat his anger.

"Hey! Someone is coming!" He yelled reluctantly.

Mustache made a lazy "stretching waist" sound, and stood up limply.

"Go and have a look!"

In the room two corridors away from where the fire extinguisher exploded, there is a fat man.

He was lying on the ground, motionless.

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

A series of gunshots came, and he seemed to be shaken awake.

"Uh..." the fat man let out a groan, supported his fat body, and sat up.

The back of his head was in pain, and he touched it with his hand, which was covered in blood.

"Damn it." He cursed, poked his head out, and glanced at the place where the gunshots sounded just now.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, you just saw three people
One is tattooed, the other has a face of kidney deficiency, and the other is a bit sturdy with a face full of flesh.They all walked out of the wall in a retreating manner and appeared in their sight.And shoot in the direction they are facing.

The fat man didn't think too much, and based on the instinct of "seeing the enemy and doing it", he made a shuttle.

But because he was just awake and in a daze, these few shots were very substandard, and only one stray bullet hit the thigh of the tattooed man.

The tattooed man let out a scream, fell to the ground, and fired several shots in the fat man's direction at the same time.

"They have an ambush!!!" The man with kidney deficiency shouted at the top of his voice.

After that, while firing randomly, he disappeared from Fatty's sight.

In the next second, another blood-covered body rushed out from that direction. His body was covered with single holes, and his internal organs had obviously ruptured long ago. Blood was gushing out from his mouth and all the holes on his body. Standing apprehensively in the rain of bullets, like a wild dog struggling to death.

Then fell down.

The fat man quickly moved over, because he recognized that this person was Wang San.

He leaned against the corner, trying not to expose himself to the sight of the three people just now.

Wang San raised his head and saw the fat man with his eyes wide open.

He knew that he was dying, but his simple and direct thinking style told him that in this last period of time, something had to be done.

So, he remembered that incomparably terrifying smiling face.

Wang San breathed his last breath, twisted his exhausted body, and pointed to the direction he came from.

"Don't go there."

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(End of this chapter)