boom!

It hit again.

Du Mu saw that the door had been a little deformed.

paralysis.

Is this human or a dinosaur?

His first reaction was to find furniture and block the door.

I pushed a few cabinets and tables, but the Mexican gangsters were still hitting the door, and the deformation of the door became bigger and bigger.

And Du Mu also heard even more terrifying sounds.

The sound of axe mopping the floor.

From the cat's eyes, the Spanish gangster actually took out a fire axe from the corridor fire box and drew sparks on the ground...

He grinned and showed his white teeth.

The guy seemed to know that Du Mu was looking at him, wielding his fire axe, licking his lips, and doing a SUCK move.

"My Day" Du Mu said angrily: "Parassy, ​​I got an axe and thought I had no choice but to deal with you?"

But there is no doubt.

If both sides fight hand in hand and Du Mu still has a little chance of winning, the gang has upgraded to the Axe Gang, and Du Mu's winning rate is infinitely close to zero.

He rushed into the room and began to rummage the boxes and cabinets, looking for items.

Ordinary American families would hide a pistol in the cabinet, right?

Pistol, pistol...

Nothing.

I searched it all but didn't.

At this time, there was a sharp sound of an axe chopping the iron gate, and the roar of the gangster bosses.

"Parase..." Du Mu searched all the family, but could only find it...

A fruit knife.

Only 5 cm long.

He held the fruit knife with tears in tears, gestured for a moment, and then decisively cut off the naive idea of ​​using this knife to deal with the Mexican Axe Gang.

If you fight, you will definitely not be able to beat.

What else can I do?

Run!

But here is the 18th floor!

The iron door has been split open by a heavy axe!

The blood-red fire axe split the iron door and twisted it. The Mexican gangster seemed impatient and wanted to reach in with his hands directly to open the door bolt.

Du Mu had a sudden inspiration and rushed over with a steadily, inserting the fruit knife hard!

Puff!

A blood flashed by!

"Ao!"

The Mexican Axe Gang was able to avoid it quickly, but one hand was still deeply inserted into the back of his hand by Du Mu's fruit knife, and he screamed in pain.

Du Mu was relieved and held the bloody fruit knife to confront the heart-wrenching Mexican boss through a split iron door.

The Mexican boss was even more furious, like a wounded lion, shouting in English: "You are dead! Chinese guy! You are dead!"

He raised the fire axe high and chopped it down again. But he never dared to use his hands to take advantage of it.

Du Mu breathed a sigh of relief, but the god of death was already waving to him.

As soon as the iron gate was broken, he would face the Mexican Axe Gang, which was so furious that he was inhumane.

His eyes flickered and finally landed on the window.

"Escape from the window?"

"I'll do it..."

"If you want to say something else, I'm not good at it, but I can climb walls with high-level people!"

"This fat man should not be good at it. The air conditioner can't afford it..."

"How to jump on the 18th floor?"

"It can be done..."

He ran to the window for a survey, then took two steps at a time, rushed to the bed, pulled off the sheets, decisively used a fruit knife to tear open the sheets, and began to weave the ropes.

That's right.

18 floors, you really can't jump.

But you can use bed sheets as ropes and escape to the 17th floor downstairs.

That is the original room of this boss.

He did a lot of this kind of adventure when repairing the air conditioner.

He is now competing with Death to speed.

Every time the fire axe slashes on the iron gate, it sparks everywhere.

The hole in the iron gate is even bigger and shaky.

Although Du Mu is no longer at the door, the Mexican boss who suffered from the Chinese's intelligence and losses no longer dares to take any opportunity.

He wanted to break the tricks with his strength and smash the door open.

Du Mu is racing against him desperately.

By accident, his fruit knife cut his palms and sucked the air conditioner in pain.

The blood was red and stained with the bed sheets.

But he didn't dare to stop, and even sucked the wound.

The iron gate can no longer hold on.

He hurriedly tied the rope made of the sheets to the bed, and threw the other end out of the window.

At this moment, he looked down.

So high...

At this moment, Du Mu not only did not despair, but instead...

A smile appeared as if it was watery.

But the iron gate roared.

The hole is big enough to pass by a person.

So his lovely neighbor came in with a grin, holding a bloody fire axe (blood from his own hands).

But at this moment, the Mexican also saw Du Mu, tied the rope around his waist, faced him upside down, stood at the window, smiling...

The wind was blowing from below, causing his hair to float up, with a halo of pretentiousness, and a wind of washing and cutting.

“no!”

The Mexican roared and rushed to the window.

Yes goose.

"Go and paralyze you!"

Du Mu spitted out a national curse and jumped down the rope.

He thud...

It hit the exterior wall of the building.

It hurts so much...

Not skilled, a little nervous, failed to show off...

Fortunately, Du Mu quickly found the foot and stepped on the window below.

As expected, it was as he thought.

The careless Mexicans have no habit of closing windows casually.

Otherwise, Du Mu would probably not be able to complete this wave of cool-blooded pretentious operation and was caught by the Mexican boss.

Then someone would be carried at 18 floors and beaten with an axe.
To be continued...