Ling Shu bent down and lowered his head to avoid it, turned around and swept his legs. The opponent was hit and fell down. He rolled away to the side, jumped up again, swung the wooden stick in his hand again, and quickly hit the flashlight in Ling Shu's hand.

fly.

The flashlight was thrown into the corner, and the only weak light disappeared completely.

When he turned around, Ling Shu saw that the other party was vaguely wearing a Nuo opera mask and a short coat, and his expression was weird and exaggerated.

He is a practitioner.

And his skills are pretty good.

Before Ling Shu's eyes could fully adapt to the darkness, the opponent pounced on him again.

The wooden stick was like a tiger, and every move was aimed at his vital points.

At this time, gunshots were heard again from the front door of the noodle shop!

Ling Shu was a little anxious.

The opponent's movements were fast and precise, and his skills were obviously very professional, not just any ordinary gangster.

Whenever Ling Shu wanted to reach for the gun at his waist, he would always be interrupted by the opponent. A wooden stick would make him have no time to pay attention to Yue Dingtang's situation.

If you lose the initiative, you will be controlled everywhere.

When the opponent swept his legs and kicked him, Ling Shu took the opportunity to roll to the side. He ignored the pain of being stabbed by gravel and wood, and picked up a handy stick and swung it at the opponent.

With a snap, the two sticks met, and the one in Lingshu's hand groaned with unbearable impact and was broken into two pieces. The opponent kicked one of Lingshu's legs on the waist, and he groaned and fell back.

Two gunshots were heard outside again.

At the same time, there were sounds of fighting.

It can be imagined that the scene outside must be very intense.

Ling Shu felt that his ribs might have been cracked, and he was experiencing heartbreaking pain in waves.

But the murderer's movements did not stop at all. The opponent used fists and kicks, and waved the wooden stick under his hood, all trying to beat Lingshu into a crippled posture.

As soon as the gun was taken out, he turned around and was kicked away. The opponent's toe hit Ling Shu on the wrist.

At that moment, he almost thought his hand was going to be useless.

Yue Dingtang knew that his situation was very dangerous.

He also knew that if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, it would have been his heart instead of his arm that was bleeding now.

The gunman was just a short distance away from him, maybe hiding at the door of the noodle shop, or maybe by the wall. As soon as he showed his face, the gunman would come to greet him.

There is a distant light source behind him, and if there is light, its existence will be revealed.

But there is no hiding place for the other party.

As the saying goes, the enemy is in darkness and we are in the light.

The only good thing was that the opponent's marksmanship didn't seem to be very good. From such a close distance, one of the three bullets hit Yue Dingtang's arm, and the other two missed.

Yue Dingtang thought that maybe this was a novice, maybe it was his first time killing someone, and he was still very nervous.

There were sounds of fighting in the house.

There should be more than one person on the other side.

In other words, Hong Xiaoguang may have accomplices.

Before he and Ling Shu could find out anything, the other party couldn't wait to show up and kill people. Wasn't it too hasty?

Yue Dingtang wanted to help Ling Shu.

But just as his figure emerged from behind the column, gunfire rang out again.

A burning pain came from his cheek, and when Yue Dingtang touched it casually, his hand felt sticky.

He realized that no matter how inaccurate the opponent's marksmanship was, it would only take one bullet to kill him.

You have to think of a way.

Yue Dingtang's eyes fell on the stones at his feet.

Ling Shu gasped, turned his head to avoid the opponent's heavy blow, and punched the murderer in the heart with his backhand.

While hitting the opponent, his head was also hit hard by the wooden stick!

He and the other party fell back involuntarily.

My ears were buzzing, like countless flies flying around. The dull pain was followed by dullness. My whole head was numb and I couldn't think of anything for a while. Countless parts of my body were screaming and I fainted.

The assailant didn't seem to expect that Ling Shu's attack would be so cruel. He was kicked in the heart and the pain was unbearable. He could only hold his chest and gasp while squeezing the wooden stick tightly and trying to get up.

He was familiar with the weaknesses of the human body and was convinced that Ling Shu would never be able to dodge the blow he just struck, and would definitely be temporarily comatose.

He didn't want Ling Shu's life, otherwise with his marksmanship, Ling Shu would have been killed on the spot, and there would be no way he could deal with him here for a long time.

But he was also annoyed.

He was annoyed that his companions outside had not resolved the matter satisfactorily, and he was also annoyed that he had been plotted by Ling Shu.

The sharp pain in his heart made this irritation worse.

The masked man staggered up, took a deep breath, and walked in the direction of Ling Shu.

There was a flashlight in his pocket, so he fumbled for a while, took it out, opened it, and waved it towards Ling Shu a few times.

The other party was lying on the ground motionless, he must have fainted.

He bent down to inspect.

It is necessary to temporarily save the life of the person named Ling, but not to let the other party wake up too soon.

If the timing is not managed well and there is a slight mistake, the matter will not be solved satisfactorily and will leave many consequences.

We've already made a mistake once, and we can't afford to be negligent again.

He put the flashlight aside and stretched out his hand to explore Ling Shu's neck.

There were gunshots again outside.

The masked murderer couldn't help cursing his companions outside for their ineffectiveness.

At this moment, he felt that the body he touched seemed to tremble slightly, and his muscles subconsciously contracted.

The masked man's heart sounded alarm, he immediately picked up the stick and swung it at Ling Shu's head!

Half a step too late!

Ling Shu caught it steadily and handed it to him with the other hand.

Only then did the masked man see that the other party was still holding half of a wooden stick in his hand, which he had been hiding behind his back just now so that he could not see it.

It was too late to retreat, and he immediately felt a sharp pain in his abdomen!

You don't have to lower your head to feel the broken stick piercing into your body.

The broken wood and sharp thorns suddenly pierced the fabric of the gown, directly blending into the skin and flesh, and bursting with blood to make a heart-wrenching sound.

Especially when this kind of movement happens to you.

The face behind the mask showed an expression of disbelief. It was hard for him to imagine that Ling Shu could not only wake up after the heavy blow just now, but also counterattack in time.

After half of the wooden stick was pierced into the body, the murderer's steps were messy and he involuntarily stepped back, trying to find a balance object that could support his body.

But in the blink of an eye, Ling Shu had already pulled out the wooden stick and kicked him.

The murderer grunted and fell back hard.

Ling Shu was not much better either.

For a normal person, he should have fainted and fallen unconscious by now.

But he barely overcame the human body's instinct. Although he reversed the situation and temporarily suppressed the murderer, his head became heavier and heavier. The side of his neck that had just been hit so hard was almost too painful to touch. His limbs were heavy, his mind was dizzy, and his whole body was shaking.

Shaky, as long as the lights are bright, the opponent will immediately find his bluff, and he is strong on the outside but hard on the inside.

Warm liquid flowed out of the nostrils and seeped into the mouth along the corners of the mouth, smelling salty and fishy.

Ling Shu took out his gun and took two steps forward.

The sound of bullets being loaded alerted the murderer, who jumped up and stumbled into the darkness, quickly disappearing through the back door.

The other party may come back to his senses and find that Ling Shu's behavior of not pursuing the victory while armed with a gun is very strange, and may regret his mistake, but now he is sure that Ling Shu has a chance to win, and he does not want to nor dare to take this risk.

The murderer didn't know that Ling Shu could no longer hold the gun, let alone aiming.

Another bullet struck the pillar.

The sound of gunfire echoed everywhere, and it was by no means low-key in the surrounding area.

But the police haven't arrived yet. Maybe they have gone to rest on New Year's Eve, or maybe the people around them don't want to cause trouble. Shanghai is a mixed bag of dragons and snakes at the moment. It's not unusual for anything to happen. Ordinary people don't want to lose their peace because of their temporary curiosity.

Life.

How many bullets can a gun hold?

Different models have different magazine capacities. If the opponent carries a spare, one of them will hit Yue Dingtang sooner or later.
To be continued...