The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The third uncle saw that senior brother Lang was very murderous, and he didn't want to come to death, so he tried to persuade him: "Master Lang, why are you doing this? The death of your master and others was indeed an accident. I will promise to hand over to the responsible person." You come to deal with it, and then compensate you 100 million yuan, okay?"

Brother Lang sneered, "You don't need to leave it to me, they are already dead."

The third uncle was startled, "You killed them all?"

Senior Brother Lang nodded, "So there is no need to bother you, now is the time to settle the grievances between us."

The third uncle sighed and wanted to say something, but Du Hu and Wang Zhao beside him were already furious.

In their minds, the third uncle is a promise in this county, so why should he be angry with a monk?
Even though this monk is capable, they have guns!
Having a gun is the best.

Kill the monk with one shot, and then find a hidden place to dig a hole and bury it.

"Dad, let me deal with him."

Wang Zhao took the initiative to ask for orders.

Du Hu also said: "Third Uncle, this guy is getting impatient, I'll help him."

The third uncle looked at his son, and then at Dahu. He understood what his son wanted, and he wanted to shoot the man with a gun.

But this has sequelae, how could he illegally possess guns, this is quite troublesome to explain.

After thinking about it, he still thought it would be better to let Dahu try, as Dahu's ability is not weak.

It would be perfect if Duan could kill Senior Brother Lang with a machete.

So the third uncle said to Dahu: "You go and meet him."

Dumb agreed, pulled out his machete, went down a few steps, walked up to senior brother Lang, and roared angrily: "Smelly monk, I'm shameless for you. If you dare to come to the third uncle's house to make trouble, I will send you a monk from the temple now!" get together."

After Senior Brother Lang finished listening, he glared at Dug angrily, and said loudly: "Okay, come if you have the ability."

Dumb didn't talk anymore, he raised his knife and slashed at the head with great force.

Brother Lang looked at it coldly, and blocked it with his sword.

clang!
The two machetes collided heavily, sparking a burst of sparks.

Duhu was startled, he had already exerted all his strength to slash this knife, but he didn't expect the opponent to block it.

He gritted his teeth, drew the knife back, quickly drew the knife, and swept away like the wind.

After Senior Brother Lang took the knife, he also roughly understood the move of the big man opposite, which was to use extreme force.

Maybe he thought that one force would drop ten times.

But senior brother Lang's strength is not inferior to that of the tiger, and he knows it well.

When the tiger's sweep arrived, he raised his machete and stood by his side.

The two machetes collided violently again, sparking sparks and bringing harsh clanging sounds.

The third uncle stood on the steps and watched Dahu and Senior Brother Lang fight each other with swords and knives. After watching a few moves, he could see that Dahu had already lost the wind.

It's not that Dug's strength is weak, it's just that Dug has more than enough strength and lacks skill. He was skillfully blocked by Senior Brother Lang, and he has already attacked with a backhand.

The third uncle reckoned that with another five or six moves, Dumb might be defeated, so he couldn't help frowning, thinking about countermeasures.

Wang Zhao also saw that Duhu couldn't resist for a long time, and whispered his countermeasure in his father's ear again: "Dad, let's kill him with a gun."

The third uncle stared at the fighting scene in front of him, and couldn't help but nodded slightly, "Get ready, when the tiger is about to be injured, you will save people decisively."

Wang Zhao nodded, reached out and took out the pistol in his trouser pocket, held it in his hand, pulled the safety, and was ready to shoot at any time.

Ye Zhibing hid behind the door and carefully observed the fight at the door through the window.

Although he didn't hear clearly what the third uncle and his son were saying, he could see clearly the moment Wang Zhao took out the pistol.

Ye Zhibing couldn't help feeling angry, he was not his opponent in a formal fight, so he wanted to use dirty tricks, it was really despicable.

The father and son must not let their trick succeed today, and he is also prepared to help Senior Brother Lang at any time.

The knife fight at the gate has been divided into superior and inferior.

Brother Lang slashed away Duhu's blow with his saber, and flicked the machete in his backhand.

Dumb couldn't dodge in time, his arm was separated from the flesh by the sharp blade, and blood flowed.

Even if it is made of iron, Dumb will still hurt.

As long as it is a body of flesh and blood, it will have such a reaction. This is a natural law and a physiological law.

The tiger yelled in pain, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground.

Dumb without a knife, no matter how powerful he is, he is no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered when facing Senior Brother Lang who is full of murderous intent.

Seeing that the situation had developed to this point, Wang Zhao felt that it was time to shoot and deal with Senior Brother Lang.

He didn't wait for third uncle's order, and raised his gun to aim at Senior Brother Lang and shoot.

Brother Lang defeated Dahu and was about to further punish the father and son of the third uncle, but when he looked up, he saw that the son of the third uncle had a gun in his hand.

The muzzle of the black hole is aimed at himself.

Brother Lang let out a long sigh in his heart, Master, uncle, brother, I can't avenge your deep hatred, I'm coming to meet with you.

Wang Zhao was very proud, and said with a smile: "Aren't you good at fighting? Are you going to fight again? Haha."

Brother Lang was unconvinced: "Little bastard, do you think I'm afraid of you if I have a gun? I'll fight you."

As he said that, senior brother Lang raised his knife and was about to step forward to find Wang Zhao desperately.

Seeing that the other party was not afraid of death, Wang Zhao felt anxious and wanted to pull the trigger.

boom!boom!
Two shots were fired.

The third uncle closed his eyes, not wanting to see his son kill someone.

But after the gunshot, he was very surprised. The pistol couldn't shoot consecutively, but his son only fired one shot. How could there be two shots?

Uncle San hurriedly opened his eyes to take a look, and couldn't help being shocked.

Wang Zhaozheng was shaking his right hand desperately, the blood on his wrist scattered like a waterfall.

"Son, how are you doing?"

The third uncle was concerned about his son and hurriedly asked.

Wang Zhao's wrist seemed to have been slashed just now, and he forgot to scream because of the pain.

When the third uncle cared, his pain-sensing cells seemed to have recovered their skills, and transmitted the heart-wrenching feeling to his brain.

Ah!
Wang Zhao let out a scream like killing a pig.

Brother Lang was stunned.

Just now he saw Wang Zhao pulling the trigger, and he planned to hack with all his might, if he didn't succeed, he would die.

But suddenly there was a gunshot, a few tenths of a second faster than Wang Zhao's gunshot.

After Wang Zhao was shot in the wrist, the pistol was aimed at the ground.

Senior Brother Lang could see that the fire was coming out of the window, indicating that the other person who fired the gun was at the window behind the door.

But here comes the question, who will save his life in the third uncle's house?

After seeing his son's injury, the third uncle also saw the clues.

He yelled behind the door: "Which good man shot it?"

Ye Zhibing walked out with a smile, blowing the hot muzzle of his gun as he walked.

He seized this gun from Sun Chengyi, but he didn't expect it to be used to save someone's life.