Chapter 520: Yanlang!

boom!
The hard armour was cracked, the canine-tooth-shaped shards fell to the ground, the patrolman's eyes turned white, and his heavy body fell to the sky.
A brown sphere that relied on a propeller in mid-air noticed the patrol officer who fell to the ground, his body cracked up and down, exposing the red and blue light intertwined lamps inside, and a sharp alarm sounded through the sky.
Li Yan licked his teeth, and the cold waves wrapped him and Carl's body together, forming a huge water polo.
In a fierce siren, the crowd fled, and a sudden burst of steam came from the corner of the road. A black crawler steam car spouted rusty red smoke.
The steam car was completely open-air. Several white policemen in black hats stood on the car, only glancing at the scene, and immediately pulled out the copper revolver. Yelling at the water polo.
"A coincidence? Or is this city's security really so high?"
Li Yan, wrapped in the spray, revealed a sharp eye.
This is San Francisco, the arrogant, not the Nanyang with the red flag, nor the dragon and the tiger that can run across the six provinces.
Qianglong doesn't suppress the snake, he has been entangled for a long time, or made a life-saving basket. It will only cause more trouble for Li Yan's actions.
It is not yet critical to lift the hole cards, he should maintain proper restraint ...
The gunfire roared, and the bullets caused a huge wave on the surface of the water polo. Finally, the water balloon burst like a giant soap bubble, with waves splashing and water traces covering the irregular granite paved on the road. Li Yan and Karl disappeared strangely.
The patrol officers hurriedly got out of the car to investigate the situation of the unconscious wounded. Some people aimed at their guns blankly, but couldn't see half a suspicious figure.
The smoke police cars spewing smoke gathered from all directions, and the entire street was blocked.

"Thirty years ago, Liang Hui had just arrived in San Francisco. He was packed in a chicken-cage house with six piglets. My father took me to see him for the first time, and there were only a few cigarettes in the sweltering room. And a red-faced idol. Liang Hui wore exposed pants and pleased my father like a dog, and he got a pistol and five bladed daggers. "
The talking life has a pale Irish face, deep eye sockets, blue eyes shuddering. The back of his bare hands was lined with anchors and flames, and the rough skin was irritated with alcohol and turned red, with blue blood vessels on his head.
The Irishman took off his felt hat and took off the handkerchief from the striped jacket pocket. After wiping his nose, he said vaguely: "Thirty years later, he is dying old, but he tolerates the men who killed me, grabs my goods, and tries to taint my business."
Opposite him, sat a capable man in his thirties, with dark hair, yellow skin, a straight suit, and pockets neatly stacked with red square cloth.
"I heard Lord Hui talk about this. At that time, your father, Ivor, and another group of Irish men were killed and injured a lot. When arresting the scapegoat, Ivor thought of us who had just arrived in San Francisco. That night, The steam guard entered Chinatown, and a dozen Chinese who signed the accused file died in prison. Your father promised to give Hui a large sum of money, or opium of the same value, and Hui asked your father for a A pistol and five daggers. "
The man was close to the table, and the red kerchief on his chest was bright in color.
"That night, Grandpa Guan Ermeng dreamed for Grandpa Hui, and he said we owe you nothing."
In front of the round table, the people on both sides were distinct and stern.
The man in the red kerchief shrugged: "Of course, since Hui Ye puts the word and tells us to return the goods and gold to you, we must do it."
He beckoned. He pulled down the black cloth with one hand, and the boxes stacked a few meters high were left intact, with a small suitcase standing on them.
"Are they all here?"
Little Ivers asked coldly.
"Someone who asked you."
Red kerchief man
Little Ivro raised his chin. A tiger-backed waistcoat with a bald head went behind him and opened a wooden box with kraft paper in it.
The bald head turned and nodded to Xiao Aifu before he grabbed the small suitcase.
The man in the red kerchief pretended to be relaxed and relaxed. He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He fumbled for the matchbox, and said to Ivor indifferently: "Huiye's illness has been better recently Quite a few, he heard that the Lord God of the Deep Sea Church was gifted to the world, and he wanted to ask you about it. Is it possible to join? "
Ivory tilted his head dismissively: "Doma's glory will never shine on the head of the despicable yellow woes."
The man in the red kerchief suddenly copied a revolver from the ground floor of the table. Under the flares of the fire, the huge impact of the bullet blasted Little Iver to the ground.
"The mother-in-law covers purple!"
The man in the red kerchief cursed fiercely in Chaoshan dialect.
The bald head of the vest opened the small suitcase, but saw a full of pebbles, followed by the sound of gunfire, and the two sides were caught in a scuffle!
The bald man turned his head and roared, and the bear fell on the man in the red kerchief like a python, his arms twisted around his neck!
The man in the red kerchief was desperately struggling, his neck bone made an overwhelming noise, and in anxiety, he turned his arm to turn the muzzle and pulled the trigger.
boom!
The bald man kicked back a few steps, and the red square was also torn his arm by the huge recoil, and the whole man flung on the round table, flushed and inhaled desperately.
Suddenly, he turned over and let the chair smashed over, but his neck was pinched vigorously and hung in the air!
Holding his neck is a giant more than two meters tall, with fins and tentacles on his face, and a pair of sensuous teeth exposed. Look at the broken vest and small blood holes in his ribs. It was exactly the bald man who was bearish just now.
A scaly hand climbed up to the table, and Xiao Aifu stood up. His skin was paler, his eyes were red, his neck was covered with shocking scales, and a wrinkled bullet passed from his forehead. fall.
The man with the red kerchief opened his eyes in disbelief and couldn't help squinting.
"You've just……"
There was a cruel smile on Ive's face. He picked up the cigarette that the man with the red kerchief fell on the ground and put it in his mouth, still in a vague tone, but with a bitter fierceness: "What did you say? "
Clang ~
A domestic double-gun lighter lit a cigarette for Little Ivor from behind.
The smoke of a small group obscured the vision of Little Ivor. Behind him was a body full of ground!
Tick
The blood dripped on the tiles, and the edges of the blood flower were like tentacles.
The still-blooded kiss-knifes were pinned behind the waist, and Cha Xiaodao said softly next to Xiao Iver's ear: "He said nmcb."
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