[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

This weird and inexplicable atmosphere made me very nervous. After becoming the head of the Wu family, I haven't been so at a loss for a long time. I was a little flustered. I wanted to pinch that innocent woman writhing like a loach unconscious.But when I panicked, I don’t know if my movements were irregular or if I pinched the wrong part. Not only did the unlucky woman not faint, but she twisted even more because of the pain. The groping action was like the real Lin Chong molesting Wu Dalang, and I almost broke out in sweat.

While panicking, from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Menshen doing a very quick roll, and in a flash, the figure had already touched the ground with one knee bent and crouched beside me.I don't think I did anything wrong?But when he stared at him in the dark, he felt inexplicably guilty, so he quickly let go and stepped aside.The sullen god's right hand wiped the back of the woman's neck, and the unlucky bastard was finally relieved, and he collapsed in the corner of the wall without even groaning.

Poker bottle won't misunderstand my bad conduct, right?When I was thinking about whether I should explain the situation just now, I saw Poker Bottle raised his hand towards me. I was so scared that I shrank back to the wall, and the next second I felt a coldness in my left eye—— — Poker bottle's slightly cooler hand brushed across my left face with some strength, wiping away the blood stains left just now.

I was in pain from being rubbed by him, but the left eye that was fascinated by the blood just now did feel a lot better.

After finishing this action, Poker-Face immediately turned around and took a vigilant posture, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room's balcony.

"There are ambushes on all sides, so you can't take the stairs anymore. When I push you in a while, you jump off the balcony and meet at the east building of the railway station."

I was still immersed in the guilt that I had judged the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain just now, so I responded reflexively, and assumed a very different alert posture, firmly protecting the back of Poker Bottle.

What follows is a few minutes of silence.

I realized that the opponent's level was not bad: we didn't move, and the opponent didn't move rashly.

In fact, this situation is still in our favor.First of all, although we have been controlled in the scope of action and can only break through, the opponent is the attacking side of this battle. They don't move. Once dawn, there is chaos outside, and their actions will definitely fail.But we are different, there is no such limitation, and we can completely brake statically.

Sure enough, the other party was overwhelmed by our shameless behavior and began to break in.

"Bang!" The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered violently, and at almost the same instant, six black shadows invaded the room exceptionally neatly, scattering broken glass all over the floor.

Poker Ping jumped up like a leopard, and silently raised his palms to split the necks of the two of them.And to my surprise, this preemptive attack only killed one of them instantly, while the other reacted surprisingly quickly, bowed his head calmly, and rolled away in embarrassment.

However, the back of the dull god came even faster. Through the faint moonlight outside, I could vaguely see him throwing a kick with his waist down. The guy was kicked in the waistline from the front, and hit the wall next to him hard, making a dull sound. There was a sound of impact, and he fell to the ground and struggled endlessly.

One of them saw that his posture was aimed at me, but when he saw that Pokerfing had lost control, he immediately turned around, drew out his dagger and stabbed at Pokerfing's left shoulder blade.Poker bottle didn't look back, he took a step forward to pass the attack, the force sank to his waist, and he slammed his leg with a backspin.But the enemy had obviously known his strength for a long time, and expected that he would have a back move, so he retreated a few steps at the moment of exhaustion, and Poker Ping's move failed.

There was a stalemate on both sides.

I kept confronting the remaining one as they fought.

Although this person is wearing a black assault suit like the others, but for some reason, I feel that he is a little different. I can't tell what is wrong, and there is an unspeakable dangerous aura.The first thing he did after entering the room was to hide in the shadows. He didn't pay attention to Poker Bottle at all, but just kept staring at me without showing any signs of expression.When his eyes made direct contact with me, he didn't back down, just watched quietly, which made me feel a little creepy and disgusted.

Poker-Face must have noticed him, but the rest of the able-bodied people clung to him almost desperately. Once, Poker-Face went straight out and pointed at the back of one of them, trying to expose the encirclement. , but the man actually sent his own shoulder up on his own initiative, and he would not budge even though his bones were broken.

Seeing this, I knew that this fight was a lot of fun. The opponent's skills were obviously much better than mine, and they were all desperate, so I couldn't just rely on Poker Bottle to single out a group of people.As for the guy on the other side who obviously wanted to be singled out, I squinted my eyes and decided to follow Wu Foye's practice-one who is yin is counted as one.

After concentrating, I can still feel the strong wind from the fierce fight over Poker Face, but the air between me and that world gradually freezes.We watched each other silently, waiting for the deadliest flaw.

After a few seconds of silence, I suddenly noticed that his standing posture was not very regular through the pitiful reflection of moonlight—slightly bent, a little hunched.The experience of the past few years made me judge quickly: he had a gun hidden in his chest.

In fact, as soon as this group of people broke in, I was very surprised why they used heavy firepower such as large snipers at the beginning of the attack, but they didn't even have basic guns in close combat, and they used cold weapons to fight.This kind of action is self-contradictory, but there is a vague sense of targeting. Most importantly, the target is not the head of the Zhang family who is on the cusp of the comeback.

Thinking about it this way, the battle can no longer be delayed.

The blind man taught me the trick to deal with enemies with small firepower at close range. In a word: disturb the sight and sound, and find a cover.

I met the man's eyes, raised the corners of my mouth and smiled faintly, and looked at him with squinted eyes. The pupils of the man on the other side shrank obviously. The military stabs on the trouser belt were hidden under the wide sleeve of the windbreaker on the right wrist.

Almost as soon as I rolled over to the side and back of the cabinet, the muffled gunfire with the silencer installed had already rang through the room. At the last moment, I tried my best to stretch the muscles of my side waist and made a flexible movement of turning my waist and throwing my legs. After throwing himself into the bunker.

There were two more bullet holes emitting white smoke in the carpet on the right leg side.

Safe for now, but I can still feel the man approaching on high alert.

The Wu family master who trained me once said that my greatest advantage may be my mind, but there is also a skill that others rarely have, that is, I am born with a subconscious sense of approaching danger that is much more sensitive than others, just like a hare being aimed at by a shotgun There will be a premonition that the hair will explode and escape.And after special training (I don't want to describe the process), the feeling of standing up like this is also a very practical combat method for me to judge the distance.

After the floor-to-ceiling windows were broken, the cold wind and noise from outside poured in, making it difficult for me to hear his inconspicuous footsteps.That said, I can only go by that gut feeling.

I checked the timing, and when I was about to enter his ballistic trajectory, I raised my back suddenly with one hand on the ground, and after borrowing strength from the TV cabinet with my left knee, I threw off the military spur and slashed towards his neck.

His reflexes were truly astonishing, a silver light flashed in the air, and the gun he held tightly in his right hand was already horizontally blocked in front of his neck, and within a single movement, there was no flaw in his upper body.

I couldn't help applauding his skill secretly from the bottom of my heart, but these days he has skill but his brain capacity is not enough or it's useless.Grandpa's swinging the knife just now was a fake move at all, what was waiting was his defensive reflex that could buy me time.

Next, he watched helplessly as I followed the force of the slash just now, and the general stabbed fiercely at the enemy beside Poker Bottle. The man didn't expect it at all. His leg was scraped by the blade, and he staggered instantly. .Boyouping was more cooperative than I imagined, without turning his head, as expected, his right hand scooped up behind him, and clasped the handle of the knife very accurately, followed by a very smooth upward slant, and stunned with the back of the knife the enemy on the right hand side.

The tide of battle began to turn.