Chapter 736: Send you to hell! (1/2)

”Bang!” With two gunshots, Yan Bang fumbled for the pistol under his pillow, and began a counterattack against the attacker.

There was only one consequence of daring to spread wild ground on his Yan State's territory: come in vertically, go out horizontally.

He can't help others on his site!

In the firelight, a dark shadow stung; judging by the sound of the bullet hit, it should hit. It just failed to hit the point.

Xing Ba was hit. He thought that Yan Bang was not easy to deal with, but he did not expect that Yan Bang's counterattack would be so fast.

Yan Bang fiercely counterattacked, which also broke his hiding place.

Xing Twelve took off the thermal infrared imager on his face and extracted a cold dagger from his calf.

Xing Zhuang didn't like hot weapons much, but preferred cold weapons. He likes to use a knife. Assorted knives.

The gun in Yan Bang's hands did not serve him at all. So he appeared coldly in front of Yan Bang.

Yan Bang's first reaction was to fire back ...

When Yan Bang pulled the trigger, the dagger in Xing's hand was also thrown out. At the same time, his figure flashed away like a ghost.

The bullet failed to hit Xing Shier; Xing Shier's dagger hit Yan Yan's arm with a gun.

Xing Shiliang told Yan Bang in a **** way: your gun may not be as fast as my dagger!

The gun fell to the ground, and Yan Bang conditionedly extended his left hand to pick it up; but a long black leg stepped on the gun. Then an elegant hook kick, the pistol slid over a long straight line on the floor, and eventually hit the wall.

Outside the living room door, there was already a crowd of people. High-precision fingerprint lock trapped Yan Bang in his living room.

The group of close-up bodyguards were not completely stupid, and some people have already tried to climb the window.

”Who are you?” Yan Bang asked sternly, Xing Shiering staring at him.

”Send you to hell!”

After the voice changer, Xing's voice was somber. Without daily innocence, bloodthirsty radon is full.

”Kill me, don't even jump out!”

Yan Bang hissed, looking for an ambush while delaying time.

”Whether we are going out or flying out, we don't need you to be superhearted!”

Xing Shiren slowly pulled out a slightly curved machete from his waist. But thinking of Yifu Hetun's alternative task, he inserted his beloved machete back.

”Did you die? Come and do business without death!”

He hissed at Xing Ba, who had stood up. The so-called right thing is to cut off Yan Bang's crime tools.

Dare to profane Xing Mu's son is a matter of digging his own grave. Perhaps by cutting off Yan Bang's tools of crime, he can dispel his anger slightly.

Xing Shier was certainly reluctant to stain his beloved knife. So he gave this glorious task to Xing Ba.

Xing Ba hit the shot. There was already blood spilling from the Hungarian chamber on the right shoulder. It was just that he was wearing black, so it didn't look too obvious.

”I hold them, you move fast!”

Someone had climbed up to the burning windowsill. Xing Twelve picked up the ashtray on the coffee table, and hit it with precision on the bright and bright head of his head.