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Krisista heard Tazito's words and looked at him inexplicably.

"Half price is not for you," he said.Just at this time, six more scavengers came, and several of them had not put away their short knives. Their white robes and cheeks were stained with blood, mixed with a bloody smell.As soon as Tazito saw them, he became alert and put his hand into the windbreaker. Before he touched the gun, there was a sound of the safety being pulled, and everyone aimed their guns at him.

Tazito stared at them for two seconds, then slowly raised his hands above his head.Krisista made a "come" sign to him.There was a wave of fluctuation in Tazito's eyes, he took out the gun from his clothes, made a safe movement that he would not shoot, and threw the gun to him.

"You don't need to be paid." Korisista took his gun and played with it with admiration for high-end goods. "Someone bought your life. I don't know what kind of enmity you have with this number, but, it seems You have to go on the road together."

The few later complained that Tazito's men were difficult to deal with, and several of them died.Then I saw my companion who was smashed to death by the coffee table, cursed, and asked him why he was smashed like pig feed.No one expressed sympathy for his accomplice's death.

Tazito listened silently, with a grim expression on his face.When they paused, he suppressed his anger and tried to negotiate with the leader: "Who asked you to kill me." He made a look of holding the chips, "How much will he give you?"

Korisista laughed: "You paid twice as much for your own life? Come on, such an old plot, you can think of it, and your enemy can think of it, sad things." Looking at Tazi Ask the men behind him: "Kill him and take the shadow away. It's time to withdraw."

"Wait," Tazito called to him, "what do you mean?"

There was an arrogant look on Krisista's brows: "I mean, it's time to ask how much money is left in your account. You trust your subordinates too much."

Someone betrayed me... Tazito thought, this person knows I'm here and has tampered with my account.

He felt the cold barrel of the gun against the back of his head, and he couldn't help but straighten his back.Just pull the trigger and his head will be blown to nothing.This was a real threat of death. His blood vessels constricted and his muscles tensed.

"Wait," he said, "I don't believe it, let me take a look at my account." He stared at Krisista intently. "A dead man's last request."

After all, the opponent is Tazito, not some unknown person.Krisista thought for a second, not minding this small act of kindness to the respected mob boss.He cast a glance at the man next to him, who threw Tazito with a bloody terminal.

"Think about it." Keli Xista said, and walked out of the private room with his hands behind his back, followed by two attendants.The other four men surrounded Mr. 11 with tools, intending to take him apart and take him back.This is a group of vicious wolves, but they are also orderly like wolves, with a clear division of labor.

Tazito opened the terminal deliberately and slowly.My mind was spinning, looking for a way to escape.He looks to the left, where a guard looks at him nonchalantly with a gun.There is another standing on the right back, pointing a gun at him, and will execute him mercilessly after he reads his account.

The account page was already opened, but Tazito was in no mood to look at it.My life is almost gone, there is a fucking use for asking for money.

At this time, there was an exclamation from the front, followed by insults.Tazito cast his gaze over there. Mr. 11 seemed to move, and those people jumped up in fright, and then punched and kicked him.

Mr. 11's muscles were still trembling slightly under the action of the electric light, and his eyes were staring blankly at the zenith, like a terminal that has been turned off.Tazito looked at him probingly, his gaze gradually changed.He thought of something and paused slightly.

A plan quickly formed in his mind and was immediately put into practice.He glanced around, and there were three scavengers who came to attack Mr. 11 first, one was dead, and the other was outside the private room.There's another... I don't see where.Not among the four people around Mr. 11.Not the guard on his left, nor the two men who followed the leader out.

By the way, it can only be the person behind him pointing a gun at him.This person was the first to attack Mr. 11. He threw the metal wire tied with the copper block to Mr. 11's leg and entangled him.Tazito saw the whole process.This man is nimble, he has to be careful.

When this kind of life hangs by a thread, you can only gamble with your life.Tazito has always dared to make decisions, and the anger of a desperado appeared in his eyes.He turned off the terminal: "There is no need to read it." He passed the terminal behind his right hand, "Do it, just do it."

With the gun still on the back of his head, the man freed a hand to take the terminal.The moment his hand touched the terminal, Tazito suddenly turned and grabbed his gun, and in a flash of light, the energy gun went off and shot through the wall.The opponent was startled, reacted quickly, and immediately counterattacked, smashing Tazito's head with the terminal.Half of Tazito's face was covered in blood, and he grabbed the gun tightly with both hands, fighting desperately with him.

The two wrestled together in a primitive and savage fight, with the sole purpose of killing each other.At this time, Tazito is no longer a gentleman in expensive custom-made dresses, a playboy who hangs around women's crotches.He is a thug who once exchanged blood and fists for a little dignity. He is violent, desperate, and will do anything to survive.

The guard on the left raised his gun in shock and hurriedly aimed.In this short moment, Tazito had the upper hand.He grabbed the position behind his accomplice, holding his gun hand tightly with one hand, and strangled his neck with the other arm.The man's face was red from being strangled, and his legs kicked wildly.Tazito, with a villainous gleam in his eyes, shot the guard with his hand, knocking him to the ground.Everything happened very quickly, and the movement alarmed several people around Mr. 11. Tazito immediately dragged the man to hide behind the sofa.

Kelixista heard the movement keenly, rushed in and drew his gun, and shot at Tazito indiscriminately, regardless of his companion's life or death.The man in front of him was shot in the head, and Tazito's face was blown with brains.In the next second, Tazito had dragged him to hide behind the sofa.All the people chased after him with their guns raised, and fired several shots at the sofa.Tazito clung to the body for cover—he was thankful that the body was wearing body armor.He quickly put his hand into the corpse's pocket, fumbled around twice, his eyes lit up - he found what he needed.

The scavengers almost shot through the back of the chair.They finally stopped and listened to Tazito.

There was silence and it sounded dead.They looked at each other, their eyes asking who was going to take a look.

Just then, a suspicious sound came from behind them—the sound of a metal wire falling to the ground.There shouldn't be this voice behind.There was a hint of fear on their faces, and they turned their heads abruptly.

They saw Mr. 11, standing like a ghost from hell.Lightning One—they called that wire—failed at some point, extinguished its light, and curled up on the ground like a pile of discarded wires, unable to take a single digit anymore.

It's Tazito!The son of a bitch, he shut down Lightning One!

Behind the sofa, Tazito weighed the "Lightning One" controller in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

Those people were dumbfounded. Before they could react, Mr. 11 shot the man on the left in the head.The shot turned on the switch, and everyone quickly took cover and shot at Mr. 11 frantically.

At this time, Tazito hunched over from behind a U-shaped sofa and lurked beside Mr. 11, taking advantage of no one's attention.He threw himself behind Mr. 11 and blocked the gun with his body.He heard gunshots go into Mr. Eleven's body, and at the same time he saw someone pull out of his bag a hand-held blaster with a barrel the size of a cup and enough to blow up half a car.Tazito cursed silently, "Damn it!" and said to Mr. 11, "Go!"

Mr. 11 turned his head and looked at him with a cold face.Even though it was made of skin, that face looked as cold as cast metal.Tazito didn't know that this was the time, he wanted to lose his temper if he didn't run away, there were three meters away from here to the door, if he didn't have cover, he would be smashed into a sieve in an instant.

With a quick glance, the group was reloading the shock guns, so fast that there was no time left.He turned his eyes back to Mr. 11's face, held back for a long time, and swallowed all the harsh words.His expression softened, and he said in the most humble tone he could do: "Help me."

He looked at Mr. Eleven imploringly with moist black eyes, trying to look sincere, "Please."

Then he felt a shock in his body and was pushed away by Mr. 11.He was shot immediately and hid behind the bar.

"Solve it yourself."

Mr. 11 said coldly, his gray pupils showed a cold metallic texture.After he finished speaking, he turned and left.Tazito squatted behind the bar, seeing his only life-saving straw walk out the door amidst the hail of bullets, a nameless anger welled up in his heart from his lower abdomen.

After Mr. 11 walked out the door, he turned around to face Tazito, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him as if watching a play.There was a cruel indifference on his face, and perhaps a hint of vengeful joy, perhaps an illusion.

At the other end, the shock gun had already been loaded, and the two men set it up and pointed it at the bar.Tazito stared at Mr. Eleven at the door in disbelief.Find out that he really doesn't intend to do anything.The only thing he wants to do is stand in the doorway and watch him being blasted into unrecognizable pig feed by this mob.

The two looked at each other through the door like this, separated by the distance between life and death.A cruel look gradually appeared on Tazito's face.He had never loathed the number more than he did now.