Vol 2 Chapter 17: Lakeside (4) 1*10+/1*10+

"Ha? Haha!! Hahaha······"
Ma Sanchun yelled, then began to laugh, laughing straight to the waist, holding his stomach to the ground, just kneeling, shouted: "kill ·······"
When the voice did not fall, it rolled to the side. More than 20 men waved their weapons together and rushed to Huangquan. Several others squatted from the ruined half-dead woman, grabbed the weapons at hand, and did not wear pants. Kill together.
Huang Quan’s idea was that the thief first smashed the king. I didn’t expect Ma Sanchun to be so embarrassed. He laughed and got out of the way, and launched the attack one step at a time, so that Huang Quan, who had little experience in street melee, almost ate a big loss.
Huang Quan is not far from those people, and then surrounded by people, in a critical juncture, the thumb pulls the thorn to hold the handle, first inserts a person's neck, the right arm is forced, and the thorns are used to drive the throat and roll the eye. The guy slammed into the other people, followed by loosening the spurs and fell to the ground, and left the encirclement.
Ma Sanchun’s men were all desperate. They did not give up because of their companions’ death. They pushed away the half-dead companion and screamed and rushed to Huang Quan, who was rolling on the ground.
After three rollovers, Huang Quan stopped his body shape and lifted the M1911A for seven bursts. The sound of the seven gunshots had not been exhausted. The sound of crazy screaming was one of the six bodies that fell to the ground and died. They did not expect Huang Quan’s shooting method is so precise that the speed of shooting is so fast.
"Kill, kill him, one thousand kilograms of rice per person, one thousand pounds!!!" came behind him and Ma Sanchun screamed wildly.
The remaining men rushed over to Huang Quan again.
Huang Quan laughed. The spare 92-type pistol was held in his hand. The 15 rounds of bullets were twice as large as the M1911. Huang Quan easily lifted the pistol...···
"Be careful!!!" A tender and sharp warning sounded behind Huang Quan. Huang Quan screamed badly. The body took the initiative to push forward. The trigger between the fingers was repeatedly pulled. In the pistol shooting, a pair of big hands climbed to the right hand of Huang Quan’s gun. A huge force pulled Huang Quan to one side.
Time seems to be slow, everything that appears in the eyes of Huang Quan has become slow, heavy breathing, beast-like low screaming, unkempt hair, and the pupils of the eyes are flashing crazy.
"Touch ······························································································
A woman screamed with a trepidation, and took a yellow spring's waist and lived and stunned. "Touching" a solid hand and a light gun handle slammed into the back of the hand on his waist, and the crisp fracture sounded. The woman screamed wildly behind Huang Quan. The broken hands once again forced Huang Quan tightly. The crazy woman could not feel any pain for the imaginary rice. She just wanted to hold Huangquan, what else? No longer think about it.
In the face of all kinds of weapons that will be picked up on his body, Huang Quan did not panic, holding the elbows on the woman's back sideways. The five fingers clasped the women's belts, the waist violently exerted force, and the woman fell out. The huge force made The woman couldn’t hold it anymore, flew in the air and flew to the men who came to meet Huang Quan.
The men will not be soft-hearted, help her to help them, and the three hard-armed sticks of the arm are smashed into the woman. Two shiny big knives are cut on the woman, the woman is divided, three The body of the corpse fell to the ground, and the blood of the sky poured through the men and Huang Quan.
Huang Quan couldn't escape the blood. The man who was knocked down by him was holding his right leg tightly. He didn't have time to entangle with the man, raising his hand and knocking off the man's skull.
Just about to turn around and find that the man who is still dying is not letting go of his legs. In a hurry, Huang Quan is ready to continue shooting.
The long stick has been screaming at his forehead with a whistling wind, and there are more knife sticks just behind the long stick.
"Ha!" Huang Quan bowed his head and slammed into the arms of the person holding the knife. He would rather stick to a stick than the sickle.
"Touch ···" "砰····" two loud noises, one is Huang Quan's pistol low with the heart of the knife, the sound of a shot, a long stick fell to the back of the muffled sound.
When Huang Quan greeted the long stick, he tightened his back and slammed it straight. He leaned back and squatted on the corpse of the knife. The corpse of the flying cockroach smashed into the back of the few people and took them. The man hit the horse and turned the pistol three times in a row. The three bullets smashed the head of the man who lifted the stick again.
After the bullets in the pistol were continuously shot, Huang Quan regretted it. He should not use three bullets on one person because of anger. It is useless to regret. Huang Quan lie on the ground and roll continuously until a big foot appears in front of him.
Huang Quan did not go to see who the owner of the big foot is, as long as he is not an enemy wearing military shoes, the dead guy is still holding his right foot, Huang Quan can only lean over his body and use his left ankle in the person's leg. on.
The man with strong blood and suffocation fell to the yellow spring on the ground, Huang Quan let the man fall on his body, and the muzzle pulled the trigger against the chin of the man.
After the gunshot, the man with a bruised face was staring at Huang Quan’s eyes, and the blood fountain sprayed from the chin of his chin to Huang Quan’s body. It was the man who was shackled. The guy who was beaten to death could not stand the temptation of rice. Come and hunt Huang Quan.
Huang Quan pushed the man away and looked at the and dirty eyes. After a moment, Huang Quan killed more than 10 people, and after a series of thrills and accidents, he forgot how many ammunition left in his pistol, the chaotic scene. The ubiquitous enemy made him have no time to change the magazine, he could not escape, only the dead Huang Quan, no coward who escaped.
"砰砰砰······" The blood color blurred the line of sight. Huang Quan couldn’t see who was rushing to him. He couldn’t even see if he had shot those people. He didn’t care. Just shoot the bullets out of the pistol.
A blurred figure fell on the ground, and the fallen person could not reduce the madness of others. He had tasted true hunger. Death is really nothing. The stomach that burns all the time can make normal people mad. These survivors who struggle every day on the line of life are willing to be killed and not want to be starved to death.
"嗷·········································································································· Huang Quan grasped the pistol, and the handle of the gun hit the man's temple, the blood splashed, and the man slammed on the ground.
The big knife reflected the dazzling light under the sun, and the "sharp·····" sharp blade smashed into the firm body, stuck on the vertebrae, and Huang Quan threw away the body blocking his chest. The left foot hooked the man's heel and took him to the ground.
The sand that had been splashed by the knifeman had not fallen, and the handle of the red blood was smashing in his eyebrows. The forehead saw the big hole in the naked eye. The man broke his breath in the first place. There is also no twitching.
Huang Quan threw the pistol out and took the big knife in the hand of the man across the ground~EbookFREE.me~ smashed the two arms of his feet, the right foot was relaxed at once, Huang Quan was on the body, by force I sent myself out on the ground.
Another person volleyed and emptied into the position where Huang Quan was lying down. The man had not used any action yet. Huang Quan’s abdomen was hard and he sat up fiercely. The big knife in his hand crossed a semicircle and squatted in the back of the man’s brain. The man’s head was split in half.
Even killing three people, letting others slow down, the last person died is too miserable, so that those who are used to death are also a little scared, followed by a screaming scream, others rushed up, Huang Quan’s terrible Not as cute as food.
Huang Quan took the opportunity to wipe off the slightly dry blood of his eyes. At least he can see that the man is a man or a woman. In his sight, both men and women have come, and almost all the tax-deprived poor have rushed over. These people, Huang Quan really do not know whether it is pitiful or ridiculous, they can kill themselves and really get food?
Huang Quan struggled to climb from the ground and took the initiative to meet the gloomy men and women who had killed the past, regardless of whether they were abominable poor. At this moment, they are all enemies of Huang Quan. To treat the enemy, Huang Quan would not be soft-hearted. With so many people, the accumulation of killings in my heart makes him feel like a floating.
Huang Quan screamed loudly, and the big knife in his hand smashed the crazy people into two halves. A big knife waved, and the drop point was his neck. He ignored it. He quickly smashed a wooden stick and followed his wrist. The force that was thrown out was sent forward, cut off the neck of the stickman, then lifted the plaster, and the left hand on the splint greeted the blade. He used his left hand to change the life of the man...
"boom········"
(Well, ten are sent, I am also badly hurt, and the manuscript is still there! I will step up the codeword and try to break out in the first half of the month.)