Strongest Worker

Chapter 898

"It's your nonsense. How many things do you want to do when you live your life? If I had a fortune and a pit in my head, I would come to Longxi to do this deadly job!" the old gun smiled. "I could have done all of you as soon as I came up. Do you know why I left you three little rabbits!"

The three guys were stunned by the old gun. Hearing his words, they couldn't help looking at each other and didn't know how to answer for the moment.

The old gun didn't give them much time to think. Then he said, "I've been staring for a long time. My eyes are bright. I can see that you three are still plastic and intend to keep you alive."

"In addition, I have a little abacus." the old gun rolled his eyes and took a circle over his head, "There are some doorways in this ancient building. You can see that now the water has covered the seventh floor. I can't get out with my own skills. I have to have a few people to help. People die for money and birds die for food. If you are willing to continue to work with me, this thing can be written off, and I'll treat it as if nothing has happened. When this job is finished, we'll share the money and keep our friendship, How's it going? "

The three guys were overjoyed and nodded again and again: "well, good, gun master, you are righteous enough! This time we are wrong. We are blinded by Huo saner's flat egg. We are open to money and forget righteousness..."

The old gun waved his hand: "swear that everyone will. I can't believe this. What if you turn back?"

"Gun master, do what you say!"

The old gun glanced at the injured guys below: "you have to show a little? What? You can't let them go? Recover from the injury and deal with me?"

The three guys knew it for a moment. Then they gritted their teeth, raised the muzzle of the gun downward, and without hesitation, they fired at their companions just now.

"Shit! You three bastards!"

The following guys are either dead or injured. They are not as skilled as an old gun or as lucky as him. They fell from such a high place and were all seriously injured. They were shot by their companions before they could run to a safe place to hide in such a short time.

"You don't know what an old gun is! The devil believes he can let you go! Bastard, I won't let you go as a ghost!" a man who broke his leg yelled. He didn't stop the curse until he was pierced through his head by a bullet, and his upper body fell down.

There was an empty click from the pistol. The three guys turned their heads and looked at the old gun eagerly: "gun master, all of them have been disposed of. What shall we do now?"

"Where is Huo saner?" the old gun asked bluntly, "this boy doesn't know good or bad. I treat him so well on weekdays. I dare to turn back. I have to kill him!"

"Huo saner is inside, but..."

The old gun shouted, "go find him!"

"Gun master, but there is a gun battle inside. We were forced to run out just now..."

His eyelids were slightly lifted, and the old gun suddenly sneered: "I went in to find Huo saner, and I didn't say to let you go in together."

The three guys looked at each other with a long sigh of relief: "good, good, gun master, the three of us are here waiting for you to come back."

"OK." the old gun smiled and nodded, "but I'm not sure about panting. What if you take the opportunity to run away?"

"Gun master! What do you mean!"

The old gun stuck its neck: "what do you mean? Little rabbit, dare to oppose me. Are you going to live? Go to hell!"

The old gun pulled out his pistol from his waist, pulled down the trigger, banged two shots, and killed two of the three. The remaining man raised the muzzle to kill the old gun, but when he pulled the trigger, he suddenly realized that there were no bullets in his gun. All his magazine bullets had been used on his partners who lived and died together before.

"Fuck you!" the old gun yelled and kicked the man down. The latter screamed and fell down. He twisted his body painfully in the ten centimeter high shallow water and cried, "gun master, gun master! Spare your life!"

The old gun grinned, shot the last man directly, turned around and grinned grimly: "how dare you turn against me?"

"Huo saner, there's another one, wait for me!" the old gun looked ferocious, raised his hand, wiped his wet hair, limped through the stone path and went to the hall.

At the moment, the hall has already become a pot of porridge. Ram and others are forced into the corner, and Li Qing's crisis is temporarily relieved.

The middle-aged man raised his hand and drank softly: "cease fire! Cease fire!"

Lao Fang stopped the fire, and Xie Yuyan didn't want others to watch the play. He had to order a ceasefire, and the gunfire in the hall gradually disappeared.

Under a burst of siege, only a dozen people were left to survive, and two or three of them were seriously injured and completely lost their combat power.

"Ram, do you still have people outside?" Li Qing leaned on the bronze sword with one hand and gently leaned on the bronze giant coffin. "If you just rely on these at present, even if you walk out of the ancient building of Zhenfan alive, it's difficult to walk out of Longxi alive."