The bearded man was stunned. Jin Mantang, who had freed his hand around him, had already spoken and counted the numbers: "Five, Four, Three..."

The guards behind him felt dangerous and raised their guns at the same time. Zhao Hu shook his hands and half-pulled the steak and flew up like a long eye. One piece was stuck on the face of the seventh concubine beside him, and the other piece passed over the faces of the two guards and hit the right eye of the begonia girl who was about to pounce on!

"ah!"

The two women exclaimed at the same time, and at the same time, Fatty Jin also shouted "Second!"

Zhao Hu suddenly kicked up and kicked the seventh concubine in front of Fatty Jin. He himself, with the recoil force, arched his body backwards. After passing through the two guards, his whole body hid in the arms of the begonia girl who was screaming happily!

"presumptuous!"

The mustache hit the table with a palm, shaking the tableware on the table to jump up. Just as everyone accused Zhao Hu, a common man, who was about to die and wanted to eat swan meat, a sudden erupted in the hall.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

A dense but not deafening explosion sounded almost at the same time. Countless iron and steel bullets exploded under the table. Seeing the various tableware on the table flying towards the sky, it even penetrated the face and chest of each guest, and was covered with blood. It was so miserable!

Actually, this is nothing. The heavier damage comes from the belly of the table and the food truck. Due to the obstruction of the table, these iron marbles can only rage to the lower half of the guests. Autumn is not too cold. In addition, everyone is dressed in a fashionable manner. The small marbles are like elves, passing through all obstacles and embedded deeply into their belly and underneath!

It was like a pantomime, or watching a wonderful performance. The audience present lost their voices after the explosion, their mouths were wide open, but they could only breathe in. It hurts, some were boring, and some were another kind of pain that penetrated their hearts. These were all deadly things!

The outside is a bit better. Since the Eight Immortals Table is made of wooden, only the dining car is detonating. Most people are only injured to more or less, while the hall is in a miserable state. There are almost no survivors, and even the guards standing around are no exception.

Zhao Hu and Fatty Jin were quite safe. The guards surrounded them. In addition, there were meat pads in front and back, and they didn't catch a steel ball. Instead, the two beauties blocked the gun for them. The seventh concubine's face and chest were filled with knife and fork, and the abdomen was even more terrible!

The girl Haitang who passively hugged Zhao Hu was full of faces, but her back and waist had already been blown to pieces!

Looking at the living room, there were streams of blood flowing red, like a stream gathering, and then flowing towards the door. At the edge of the door ridge, there was a "gurgling" sound of water!

At this moment, Fatty Jin was frightened silly, holding the ragged woman in her arms in both hands, completely at a loss. Zhao Hu kicked out angrily, then threw a heavy submachine gun, and shouted: "Are you stupid? Shoot!"

Fatty Jin hurriedly took the gun. When he saw it was an American Thompson or a fifty-shot drum. There was no doubt that in such a crowded place, the lethality of 1.43mm bullets was definitely much stronger than that of the Popo Sha who used a pistol bullet.

Before he could ask Zhao Hu where he got the gun, he stretched out his hand and loaded it. The next second, the gun spit out flames at several undead guards!

On the other hand, Zhao Hu also rolled around and dodged the bullets fired by several guards. The submachine gun in his hand also roared counterattack at the same time. Unlike Fatty Jin who swept when he saw someone, he fired accurate and short-term shots. Two bullets and one enemy, and he would never waste a bullet. He chose an absolutely dangerous enemy.

In the smoke of gunpowder, screaming, and pools of blood, the two of them quickly rolled into bloody men, and most of the surviving guards around were destroyed at the first time. Just as Zhao Hu turned around and knocked down a Japanese guard who was about to fire a cold gun, Fatty Jin suddenly exclaimed.

"It's bad!"

Zhao Hu turned around suddenly and was shocked by Fatty Jin's situation. The old Japanese man with a beard who was clearly lying in a pool of blood just now was holding a pistol and firing it repeatedly. He probably hated the fat man in front of him. He knew there was a bomb, but he was still serious about the report. Especially before the last "one" was shouted out, the bomb began to explode, causing a coolness under him. You don't have to think about it and know that the egg is gone!

The scene was extremely thrilling. Fatty Jin was huge and had already thrown the gun in his hand. At this time, he was grabbing a dining cart that was blown in half and blocking it left and right, but he could not escape the old Japanese ray. He was about to slide out another half of the step, and his back hip had to light up, which was critically attacked by the old Japanese!

On Zhao Hu's side, due to his obstruction of vision, he could only see the fat man screaming and blocking the bullet. The dining car in his hand was hit and sparks were shot. But he couldn't stop it for a while. It was estimated that when he bypassed the pillar, Fat Man Jin's fat buttocks would definitely be shot more than once. After all, his shield was too small, so he could not take care of his head and he really couldn't take care of his ass!

"puff!"

As the blood was soaring, a Type 94 pistol landed on the ground. Then, the old man's howl came from behind the dining table: "Baga, who are you? Toyota, I, this time, have taken a look!"

Behind the pile of tables and chairs on the left, a hearty laughter came: "Hahaha, it turns out that the famous Toyota Chengxiu also makes mistakes! But you can't see that it is inevitable. Who makes us more sinister than you and has a lot of money?"

Toyota Seihiro stretched out his left hand, tore off the hem of his shirt, wrapped it around his right wrist with the knife in it, and then leaned against the back of the table and gasped. It was not until seven or eight minutes later that he recovered and howled loudly and wanted to go to the hospital.

Today he was home to his home. Before coming, the captain of the guard didn't want him to take the risk, but he could not refute his face, so he had to find a few extremely thin steel plates and tied them to him as a bulletproof vest, mainly to prevent anyone from hurting with a knife.

Unexpectedly, this unintentional act saved his life just now. After the marble rain broke out, it only penetrated through the gaps of the steel plates. It seemed to be covered in blood, but did not cause substantial damage to Toyota.

There was only one thing they didn't expect to be on guard, but they could not block the old man's excretion path. So, a sharp knife seemed to have eyes, and with the explosive power, he easily cut through his climax. Before leaving, he took away two balls of sadness!

Toyota felt cold. If a man had no tools for committing crimes, what else could he talk about? Instead of living without a man or a woman, it would be better to die and be happy. So he took advantage of Zhao Hu's transfer of his firepower and immediately got up and opened fire. However, he once again estimated Fatty Jin's reaction ability and fear of death. There were obviously two or three high-ranking Japanese officials who were not fighting, but they threw away the guns as soon as possible and picked up a bad food truck to block their lives!

Toyota wanted to shout: "Brother, this is on the battlefield! How much does it mean to throw away a gun, a soldier?"

Knowing that the fat man was not the point, he had no choice, because Zhao Hu was far away from the door at this time. If he wanted to shoot, he had to show his body to the door. If the fat man in the hall didn't solve it, he would never have the chance to shoot at Zhao Hu. So Toyota miscalculated and just wanted to get the secondary target, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and saved the situation with a knife!

He was cursing angrily, but Zhao Hu and Cheng Yaojin were not anxious. The two cooperated with each other and quickly eliminated the danger outside the hall. Then they could name each other. It turned out that this person was not named Cheng, but was named Chen Chen. A small person who was marginalized by the Military Control Commission had to take risks in order to make meritorious service and be punished.

Zhao Hu is not flirting either. Anyway, he already knows who he is, so he took off his hat and shot half a bullet. He still has time to give an order to Fatty Jin: "Old Jin, come out, I throw a grenade in. The bloody smell here is too heavy, so I have to use fire to kill and sterilize!"

Fatty Jin rolled out as if a ball was like a ball, so angry that Zhao Hu angrily called him a foodie.

When Zhao Hu scolded Fatty Jin for being unsuccessful, Toyota in the house couldn't sit still: I'm asking for death, but you guys are fine. Let the supreme leader not fight and still talk about business here. Do you really treat our imperial soldiers as little cabbage?

"Three-eyed Zhao Hu, I know you are very powerful. Now, I am seriously injured. I want to take this opportunity to sign an agreement with you. Do you dare?"

"Puff"

Two light sounds, his neck was inserted into two flying knives. At the same time, Zhao Hu's voice also sounded in his ears: "You think I'm stupid? Talking about conditions with a tuberculosis who is about to die. I wonder if I can also play flying knives, right?"
Chapter completed!