Chapter 736: Send you to hell!

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"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.
"Ah ..." With a loud scream, the muscular man who finally managed to climb up the windowsill was ruthlessly dropped by an ashtray. Although the fifth floor is not too high, it is enough for him to lie in the hospital for ten and a half months.
While Xing Twelve was dealing with his men, Yan Bang was like a trapped cheetah. The whole man jumped up and slammed Xing Ba who was slashing at him with a dagger.
Yan Bang did not avoid the dagger that Xing Ba cut down, but gave Xing Bayi a heavy blow at the expense of his own flesh.
A hundred kilograms of living creatures hit him, and the thin Xing Ba was obviously unable to fight it; he wanted to vacate Yan Bang with a kick, but was pushed back by Yan Bang alive.
With a bounce, Xing Ba just stabilized his body; Yan Bang himself hit the wall because of inertia.
Xing Bayi failed to control Yan Bang at one time, which led to Xing's dissatisfaction. His lightning seemed to drift over, sighting Yan Bang's throat was a sharp knife ...
For Yan Bang, that's the speed of survival. At the moment when Xing Twelve Scimitar flashed cold, he instinctively tilted his face slightly, avoiding his deadly throat; Xing Twelve's fast knife slid across Yan Bang's half cheek, suddenly blood Gushed out.
Of course, Yan Bang didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die in vain.
Here is his own Imperial Dragon City. If he died in his own nest like this, wouldn't it make the whole Shencheng people laugh big teeth? In fact, the big teeth of other people have nothing to do with him. He didn't want to die like this, and couldn't even see Feng Xinglang for the last time.
Xing Ba, who had just been successfully attacked by Yan Bang, looked a little uneasy. He came over in anger and flew in anger, slamming Yan Bang's strong body against the wall again.
With a stab, Xing Twelve's sharp machete slipped off Yan Bang's belt. His trousers were half-dropped and he could already see more than half of him inside.
"Hurry up!"
Xing Twelve took a half step back and gave the next glorious task to Xing Ba. Xing Twelve even more favors a clean death method for others, rather than a dirty way of cutting things like this.
At the moment Xing Ba's hand fell from his sword, the smart door was opened.
Come here is Feng Xinglang!
In addition to Yan Bang's deity, this intelligent door also has a character who can go in and out unobstructedly, and that is Feng Xinglang.
"Lang, don't come over!"
Yan Bang, already alive, has prevented Feng Xinglang's rescue.
Even if he wanted Yan Bang to die, he didn't want Feng Xinglang to be buried with him. Maybe Yan Bang's humanity is fierce and terrible, but in Feng Xinglang's body, he is brilliant and great.
For Leng Buding's appearance of Xing Xinglang, Xing Twelve and Xing Ba were both surprised.
If a few months ago, I cut off Yan Bang and killed Feng Xinglang by braces, it would be a wonderful task that just happened.
But today, Xing Twelve and Xing Ba have to worry about the identity of Feng Xinglang!
Righteous Hetun's own son! And they are just the righteous son of the righteous father Hetun, referred to as bodyguards and killing tools.
"stop!"
Feng Xinglang coldly scolded. Seeing Yan Bang who was disheveled and blood flowing, Xing Ba also raised a knife in his hand ...
"You should believe that Yan Bang's death today will also be your own future death!"
Is this intimidation? Still intimidating?
The death of a man who had been cut off from that thing was really appalling.
At this moment, Xing Twelve and Xing Ba could not help but look at each other ...