Joker Game (Fei Gua) Chapter 59: Battle of 4 Kingdoms 4

Wang San struggled to get up, the dizziness in his head had not completely dissipated, it might be because of fear, or it might be because of pain, in short, all the muscles in his body were trembling. There was a pool of blood on the ground, extending from his feet all the way out of the door, and on the ground not far from the pool of blood, there was a gun.

Wang San is a person who is very unwilling to use his brain. If he is evaluated by the people around him, he is like a "cattle". To translate it in nicer words is simple and direct, but not necessarily effective.

Then according to the situation at this moment, he instinctively made the following thoughts in his mind.

1. There are people outside the door.

2. He wants to kill me.

3. There are guns on the ground.

Combining these three points together, a very simple and direct conclusion can be drawn, that is: "Damn! I want to **** him!"

Fear is a very magical thing, it can instantly crush a person, and it can also give people a kind of illusory courage. At this moment, Wang San's blood rushed to his forehead, and a wave of strength was inexplicably aroused from all over his body, like a dying person returning to the light. He jumped at the pistol beside him like a wild dog, and rolled over on the spot.

Almost at the same time, the "tattooed man" outside the door also flashed to the door, kicked the door open with all his strength.

Desperado.

Dying Dingo.

At this moment, gunshots rang out, spewing out gorgeous flames, and under the pale light, a touch of bright red was added.

This is the first shot of the night.

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In the largest meeting room on the top floor near the edge glass, the three mustaches have already occupied this place.

This meeting room is stepped, with three doors, one of which is blocked by an iron table from the inside, and the other two doors are facing each other, and they are all open.

The two rows of tables were moved to the corridor outside the main gate and set up next to each other.

In the conference room, a man in a vest was fiddling with a long knife in a bored manner. His strong muscles were exposed, his cheeks were full of stubble, and he looked unkempt, but he did give off a special masculinity.

At this time.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

A series of gunshots rang out.

But the man in the vest didn't seem to be affected at all. The long knife spun around his wrist and returned to his hand.

"The two sides are fighting!" He said absently.

The "mustache" on the side leaned on the chair, crossed his legs, with an expression of nothing to do with himself.

"Beretta 92F, Colt 2000, homemade short-barreled shotgun, and P229, it's the Green Gang and those three desperate fools." He said.

After that, a few seconds passed.

"Huh?" He froze for a moment, then sat up.

"What's the matter?" The man in the vest scratched the blade with his thumb, cut a shallow wound, and rubbed it with his fingers.

Mustache thought for a while, shrugged his shoulders, and leaned back in the chair. "Two members of the Green Gang didn't shoot!" He said lightly.

"Why?" the man in the vest asked casually.

The mustache cocked his legs again: "I don't know, I guess he died before the shot was fired, or he may have been left alone, or it may have something to do with the explosion just now...whatever it is .”

"Oh..." The man in the vest responded, but he didn't care anymore, he shook the knife in his hand, and then felt really bored, waved his hand lightly, a cold light flashed, and a corner of the table was Neatly cut down.

"How long will we have to wait..." he said with a bitter face.

Xiao Huzi saw him panicking, and smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, Boss Zhou said, there are "those people" in this auction!"

After the "vest man" heard the word "those people", he pursed his lips and smiled.

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't have come!" He said eagerly. "That crazy guy."

The voice just fell.

"Sudden..." The sound of a submachine gun rang out. Immediately afterwards, there was a scream of "ah...".

Mustache frowned.

At this time, a man with a scar on his face walked into the meeting room. He saw the two people in the room, one lying down and the other sitting, both looking leisurely and at ease, so he couldn't help but get angry.

"Hey! Someone is coming!" He yelled with a face of reluctance.

Mustache made a lazy "stretching waist" sound, and stood up limply.

"Go...go and see!"

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In the room two corridors away from where the fire extinguisher exploded, there is a fat man.

He was covered in dry white powder, with a miniature submachine gun in his hand, lying on the ground, motionless.

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

A series of gunshots came, and he seemed to be awakened by the shock.

"Uh..." The fat man groaned, supported his fat body, and sat up.

The back of his head hurt so much, he touched it with his hand, and it was covered with blood.

"Damn..." He cursed, poked his head out, and glanced at the place where the gunshots sounded just now.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, I just saw three people

One is tattooed ~IndoMTL.com~ One has a face of kidney deficiency, and the other is a bit strong with a face full of flesh. They all walked out of the wall in a retreating manner and appeared in their sight. And shoot in the direction they are facing.

The fat man didn't think much about it. Based on the instinct of "seeing the enemy and doing it", he picked up the submachine gun on the ground and swung it.

But because he was just awake and in a daze, these shots were very substandard, and only one stray bullet hit the thigh of the tattooed man.

The tattooed man let out a scream, fell to the ground, and fired several shots in the fat man's direction at the same time.

"They have an ambush...!!!" The man with kidney deficiency shouted at the top of his voice.

Afterwards, while firing randomly, he disappeared from Fatty's sight.

In the next second, another body covered in blood rushed out from that direction. His body was covered with single holes, and his internal organs had obviously ruptured long ago. Blood gushed out from his mouth and all the holes on his body. He stood in the rain of bullets without hesitation, like a wild dog struggling to death.

Then... fell down.

The fat man hastily moved over, because he recognized that this person was Wang San.

He leaned against the corner, trying not to expose himself to the sight of the three people just now.

Wang San raised his head and saw the fat man with his eyes wide open.

He knew that he was dying, but his simple and direct thinking style told him that in this last period of time, he had to do something.

So, he remembered that incomparably terrifying smiling face.

With his last breath, Wang San twisted his exhausted body, and pointed to the direction he came from.

"Don't go there..."

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