A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 wailing, the coffin slid down.

　　 Fortunately, Gus has quick eyes and quick hands, so he rushed to hold him, otherwise, the blood ancestors who have been active in the European continent for more than ten centuries, from the ancient Roman era to the modern age, will fall from the throne——

　　Although it is the most filthy creature in the world among the demon hunters, the blood ancestors have never lacked followers, who regard it as a god.

"Humanity……"

　　 The blood of the injured person flowed into the coffin along the gap, dripped onto the blood ancestor’s face and slid into his mouth. It twitched its body and whispered.

　　 Then, a hoarse voice came into Gus's ear: "Child, send me across the river."

　　 Below the bridge is the running water. In this place, the blood ancestor will be extremely weak.

　　 Like a demon's whisper, Gus was stunned. He nodded involuntarily, opened the iron door of the van, and joined the others to carry the coffin in.

the other side.

　　 Under the suppression of several snipers, Lu Li decided to expose a part of his strength. Quan was to frighten the black hand behind the scenes, so that they would not dare to act rashly.

　　 bang bang bang!

　　 Lu Li raised his pistol and quickly rushed out of the bunker. The speed was so fast that he left an afterimage. There was no need for tactical evasion, because the sniper's eyes could not catch him.

　　 And those gang members holding short sticks and pistols, they were torn their leg muscles by the 9mm Parabellum pistol before they reacted, and they were destined to live in a wheelchair for the rest of their lives.

　　 This kind of 9mm bullet has a special meaning at the beginning of its design: if you want to get peace, you must first prepare for war.

　　 It's just that Lu Qixi had a bit of kindness, and he didn't want to kill him. He just fired at his calf and arm, causing them to lose their fighting spirit and fighting ability.

　　 But there are too many opponents.

　　 More than two dozen gang members hid behind the truck, waiting for Lu Li to replace the magazine. Although this period was short, it was enough to kill one person.

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　　 The head on Lu Li’s neck is worth five million dollars. Even if he can’t complete this task, as long as he stops his way and helps Gus cross the bridge smoothly, he can even split three million dollars.

　　 Because of this, for these street gangsters, even if there are casualties in this fierce battle, this deal is still a good deal.

　　 However, the situation did not develop as expected.

　　 The Beretta pistols with a capacity of only seven rounds, in a very short time, with a very high precision, suppressed them from showing up.

　　 At this moment, Gus, who was temporarily out of the control of the blood ancestor, lay under the carriage, waiting for the situation to stabilize. He must cross the bridge before the sun came out, otherwise the employer would make himself pay the price of blood.

　　 "Kill him!"

　　 "No one will hold you accountable, this is the employer's promise!"

At the end of the word, a big white man with a shaved head set an example. He rushed out of the bunker with a short-barreled shotgun, squeezed the trigger indiscriminately. .

　　The next moment, there is nothing else except the movement of the lead shot hitting the metal cargo compartment and rebounding.

　　 Almost at the same time, a black shadow appeared in front of the little gang leader, only to hear a bang, the gunfire was dazzling, the white man fell to the ground instantly, scarlet blood seeped into the ground.

　　 After emptying the last bullet in the magazine, Lu Li didn't hesitate, raised his hand and pulled out the shotgun, pointed at the crowd beside him and said, "You are captured by me, throw all the weapons on your hands..."

　　 "Shoot! Shoot!"

Behind the carriage beside 　　, someone urged: "He has only one person."

　　 Someone stepped up to organize the offensive, and the situation changed in an instant. The street gangsters who had hidden were bold enough to pull the trigger frantically on the area where Lu Li was located.

　　 The gunshots are endless, and the howling is the same.

　　 Those little **** who could have raised their hands to surrender, under this indiscriminate attack, killed one by one, adding up to a bounty of nearly tens of millions of dollars, making everyone red-eyed.

　　 Lu Li, who was experienced in gunfighting, had already slipped sideways and entered the bottom of the truck to avoid his sharp edge.

　　 "Brother, let's meet again."

　　 In the dimness, Lu Li and Gu Si faced each other again, and the situation remained the same.

　　 Lu Li held up the shotgun at him, like a cat playing with a mouse, taunting: "A man should be equipped with a gun, so, do you plan to use this small pistol to fight for life and death?"

　　 unrestrained nature made Gus ignore the gap and resolutely pulled the trigger. He didn't want to go to jail, let alone die, because there were still people in the family waiting for him to eat together.

　　 Guns roared.

　　The reaction speed involves various aspects such as eyesight, nerves, and muscles.

　　 And these, Lu Li is far above the threshold of a normal human being. He also pulled the trigger, and the deer bomb turned into a rain of bullets, piercing Guth's arm and chest together.

　　 At this moment, Gus's eyes were staring at Lu Li, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing the Mexican who was completely falling down and breathing weaker and weaker, Lu Li opened the bomb bay, filled a deer bomb in it, and said, "Don't complain, this is a fair duel, and I gave you a few tenths of a second. "

In western movies, when two cowboys confront each other, the one who draws the gun first is mostly the loser. Some people conclude that: drawing a gun actively is actually slower than drawing a gun subconsciously. When you see the other side drawing a gun and then draw a gun, the speed will become Faster than usual.

　　 Lu Li didn't quite agree with this principle. That kind of movie was just to promote "the shame of the one who drew the gun first, and the honor of the one who drew the gun later", and could not bear scientific verification.

　　 The reason why he can win ~www.readwn.com~ is entirely based on strength.

　　 Hearing the gunshots from outside the car gradually disappeared, Lu Li looked at Gu Si, who was dying, and said in a low voice, "God bless, if the ambulance can arrive at the scene within five minutes, you will still be rescued."

　　 The words fell, he stepped on the tires, kicked hard, and while sliding out of the car, he shot at the gathering crowd.

　　 This trench cleaner was completely discontinued in 1963. After nearly 50 years, it has once again regained its glory in the hands of Lu Li.

　　Before the dawn of this day, the self-proclaimed lawless thugs had a deep understanding of what it means to be violence and crush.

　　 I saw Lu Li turned into a death reaper, while dodging in the rain of bullets, while loading ammunition, every time the sound of pulling the pump sounded, it foretells that a killing art is about to be staged.

　　Because, in the face of absolute speed, even the bullets have to be half-shot slower, even if the sniper doesn't care about the life or death of his companions, and shoots at will, in exchange for the rate of fire, it still can't work.

　　 "Fak! Go to **** the devil!"

　　 After a small gang leader emptied his magazine, he was still pulling the trigger, like a madman.

　　 At the same time, Lu Li, who had finished warming up, started close combat in accordance with the principle of saving bullets.

　　 Two hundred kilograms of heavy fists were constantly swinging, and with professional footsteps, the figures flew out backwards, almost incomprehensible.

　　 At this point, deaths and injuries are inevitable. Good luck, but the mandible shattered and fell into a severe coma. With bad luck, he was hit on the brow bone and died directly from intracranial hemorrhage.

　　 The scene screen was sent to Shixin Group.

　　 Ehorst and Palmer looked solemnly, everything that happened on the Queensboro Bridge was different from what they had imagined, except that the monkey-faced man folded his arms and relaxed his posture.