Marvel Plane Merchant

Gu Bei once again felt how close his biological brother was to him, and he wanted to kiss his stinky face hard.

Licking his dry lips, Gu Bei made a strong excuse for himself. Why didn't this damn body obey his orders again?

Turning around with difficulty, Gu Bei told John, "John, when we arrive at the Crane Pavilion, you first go to the blind spot on the left side of the Crane Pavilion and shoot to attract their attention. I will take the opportunity to go upstairs."

John believed Gu Bei's words deeply, patting his chest and promising, "Leave it to me, brother."

Gu Bei said a little worriedly, "You don't want to die, just attract attention."

John's eyes were bright and full of energy. He smiled and said ruffian words, "Don't worry, I am very much favored by that bitch of God."

After the two decided on the matter, they jogged and quickly arrived at the back of the Xianhe Loft with their familiarity with Chinatown.

There are bricks and tiles stacked here, which can provide shelter for two people.

Gu Bei looked around and quickly discovered that the second wave of people on 18th Street had not come over yet.

John made sure it was safe and gave Gu Bei a look. He ran to the left side of the crane loft alone and took out his pistol.

The hand that is not holding the gun draws a number three with three fingers standing upright. When the three fingers are bent down and the number becomes zero, John will not hesitate to shoot to attract the attention of people on 18th Street.

Gu Bei understood his brother's thoughts very well. The only difference from John's was that Gu Bei didn't want to enter the crane attic, he wanted to get close to the corpse.

That's right, there was no attic in Gu Bei's eyes, only the corpses of the 18th Street gangsters lying on the ground. Going to the attic might indeed delay things for a while, but Gu Bei would still end up dead.

Gu Bei didn't want such an ending. He wanted to live and bet everything on the scales and transactions.

Brother Rong always pays attention to the movements of Xianhe Pavilion, which is related to the lives of several Hong gang elders. If Xianhe Pavilion is occupied, their death will be a matter of minutes.

There has been no movement in the Xianhe Pavilion. Brother Rong finally felt relieved that they could survive for a while.

But suddenly, Brother Rong's eyes flashed. Something was wrong with Xianhe. Two boys touched the back of Xianhe's attic.

Those two boys, Brother Rong, knew each other, they were Gu Bei and John.

Brother Rong was dumbfounded. Why didn't that boy Gu Bei run away with John? Instead, he ran to the Xianhe Pavilion where he was going to die.

Brother Rong felt that his wounds were even more painful, and said to several other old people, "It's over, Gu Bei and John are going to the attic."

The other old people were very anxious after hearing this, "These two idiots are trying to be heroes at this time. The people on 18th Street are not something that these two rookies can deal with. They are going to die there."

Brother Rong leaned his back against the wall, looked up to the sky and sighed, "Even when I was young and in the best health, I wouldn't have been able to complete such a task. I wouldn't be able to defend the attic."

Everyone shook their heads silently, feeling sorry for the two young men in their gang. They were bloody and hardworking, but they had to die here.

The old people have not considered Gu Bei and the two, and only thought that Gu Bei and the two would die, but they would not end up like this. Listening to the sound of gunfire and bullets outside the alley, the people on 18th Street would never let them go.

Before long, the people on 18th Street slowly pushed forward with the firepower of their submachine guns. Their pistols were a joke in front of the submachine guns and could not compete with them.

However, it was not only Brother Rong who discovered that something had changed in Xianhe Loft, but also Dashan on 18th Street.

Dashan did not pay all his attention to the submachine gun fire. He saw John holding a gun on the left side of the crane loft. Is this kid planning to make a heroic rescue?

Dashan smiled coldly. He would not let this happen. He could crush a boy like this without hair on his mouth with one hand.

You know, he Dashan is not the kind of guy who became a cadre because of his seniority. He Dashan relied on his extraordinary skills to work his way up from the bottom of the 18th Street gang to his current position.

In order to climb up, he did nothing.

With just a few tricks, the kid from the Hong Gang could hide his desire to go to the Crane Pavilion from his eyes. Let’s just dream about it.

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