Chapter 168: Cold blood

He Yuliang was suddenly scared by Xiao Luo’s mad smile, because from the short four words and look of Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo seems to have been intertwined and conflicted with their dragon gang, he suddenly I remembered the night of September 12th, when the law enforcement hall passed the Jianghu and more than 100 law enforcement hall members died.
According to the brothers in JC, there is a man who shoots a black gun and borrows the hand of JC to destroy everyone in the law enforcement hall.
Will not be related to this person?
This speculation emerged from the mind without warning, and immediately scared him to look pale and squinting.
Xiao Luo reached out and pulled the short knife out of his left shoulder. The cold road said: "Long Sankui has three thousand students, and I prepared him three thousand graves!"
The voice just fell, the short knife fell down, pierced the palm of He Liangliang, like a nail, nailed He Liangliang's palm to the floor.
"Ah~" The screams of screaming intensified.
Xiao Luo’s face was covered with a cruel smile, and the short knife was pulled up again. Then it was like a scalpel working on He Weiliang’s body. The sharp blade cut the flesh and the screams of He Liang’s screams. The underground parking garage infiltrated the people.
Only a moment's work, He Yanliang's body was and fuzzy, and the blood that was pouring out reddened the blue shirt he wore. The most shocking wound was on the face, cut from the tip of the knife, from the left side. The forehead is drawn down, leaving from the right side of the chin, blood and water, you can see the bones of the forest.
He Yuliang twitched and suffocated, his mouth and nose were bleeding outside. He didn't have the strength to yell again. He looked at Xiao Luo with such horror. His face was full of pleading. He wanted to beg, but only one. Opening his mouth, the blood was poured into his trachea uncontrollably. He never thought that he would end up like this today.
Xiao Luo stood up as if he was admiring a piece of art and looked down at him with his head down.
Did not prepare for a knife and his life, just want to watch him quietly and enjoy the endless pain, then slowly become desperate, until he dies.
"砰~"
Just then, a shrill gun rang.
A bullet tore a heavy space, with a no-powerful momentum into the left back of Xiao Luo unguarded, a huge impact, like a galloping car crashed into the back, Xiao Luo suffered from pain, and his body almost fell to the ground.
In 0.01 seconds, he immediately judged the position of the shooter, and then instinctively driven He Yuliang on the ground to grab it in his hand, with He Liang as a cover, turned to face The direction in which the bullets flew.
"Let him!"
Gu Qianlin, who rushed to the rush, held a gun and screamed at the loud warning.
Wang Hanxuan and the other two JCs were on both sides of her. When the other side turned the knife holder on the neck of He Yanliang and turned to face them, they felt the chill and murder of the face, and they couldn’t help it. Sweating, this is a feeling of incomprehension, as if confronted with a terrible beast.
"help me……"
Seeing JC's moment, He Yuliang's survival instinct prompted him to cry out loud, but his voice was hoarse and low, like a duck that had been cut through his throat.
"Let him go, hear it?"
Gu Qianlin shouted, she is not 100% sure Xiao Luo, but my heart has a grasp of 70%, if the other party is really Xiao Luo, then it should be the real face of Xiao Luo.
Looking at the flesh and blood, He Lanliang, who is already unable to recognize the human figure, she feels a cold chill in the bottom of her heart. The other party can respond in such a short time, directly smashing He Yuliang, this It is indeed a wise, cold-blooded, calming killing machine, even if it is her, it also has a layer of goose bumps.
Xiao Luo hid behind He Liangliang, face like a frost, the arrival of Gu Qianlin disrupted his plan, he can only be cheaper.
No sound, like a beast, squatting at He Yunliang to another entrance and exit of the underground parking garage. From the beginning to the end, he was hidden in the darkness, only the short knife in his hand, clinging to the neck of He Liangliang , scattered with a bright cold mans.
Gu Qianlin, they steadily pressed up, waiting for an opportunity, a opportunity for Xiao Luo to show up.
But until Xiaolu brought He Yuliang to another exit, this opportunity did not appear, and the two sides once again entered a confrontational state.
He Yanliang felt that the short knife on his neck was moving slowly. He knew that Xiaoluo was going to die on him. He was so scared that his face suddenly changed, and his mouth groaned with hoarseness: "No... don't... ..."
"Stop, stop, do you hear it?"
Gu Qianlin shouted loudly, her nerves tightened to the extreme, she could not accept someone in front of her face, cruelly killing a life.
But her warnings are all in vain~EbookFREE.me~ The short knife still cuts the throat of He Yuliang without mercy, and the hot blood of "噗" splatters out from the bright throat.
"Bastard!"
Gu Qianlin’s emotions were out of control and she immediately shot.
"砰砰砰~"
Several bullets rushed out with a raging fire, but when Xiao Luo cut his throat, he broke into the passage and left, and all the deadly bullets hit the wall of the underground parking garage.
When she calmed down and Wang Hanxuan ran over, He Yuliang had fallen into a pool of blood, his eyes were round and his eyes were dead.
"A knife is killing, this guy is even more cruel than the cold-blooded killer!" Wang Hanxuan back ridge straight cold.
Gu Qianlin was very angry and gnashed her teeth: "Apply to the headquarters immediately, wanted criminal suspect Xiaoluo!!!"
Killing in front of her is a contempt for her and a contempt for legal dignity. Such a person must be arrested for justice.
"Yes" Wang Hanxuan nodded in response.
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Xiao Luo endured the pain and came to the pavilion on the hill of Guangming District Park. Although Gu Qianlin’s shot could not kill his life, the bullet was deeply embedded in the flesh and bleed so much that his present spirit The condition is very poor.
The hand slowly touched the wound on the back, biting his teeth, and finally closed his eyes, his heart crossed, and put his fingers in, trying to dig out the bullets embedded inside.
The severe pain of heartbreaking lungs quickly rushed into the brain at the moment when the fingers reached in, and his facial expression was distorted. The throat could not restrain the squeaking noise, but it was the somewhat dry bullet. I dug it out.
He was like a soul being pulled away from the body at once, unable to fall down, his face pale as paper, and the sweat on his forehead.