Boss

The gun was stuck between the hammer and the slide, and the right hand was clawed towards Song Xunhua's face.

After all, Song Xunhua is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Although the gun was stuck, he immediately raised his wrist slightly to prevent the opponent from grabbing the gun, but the other hand had no choice but to let go of Guan Rongyun's lapel and turn back to block the thrust into his eyes. that hand.

As soon as the upper body was free, Guan Rongyun immediately withdrew his right hand and changed his claws into a fist. He punched hard on the opponent's abdomen, and when he returned his arm, he brought an elbow to his chest. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent shrank back in pain, Let go of your left hand and roll over to the side of the bed at the same time.

His chest was so painful that he couldn't breathe, but his agility from being in the underworld for many years remained undiminished. Song Xunhua raised two bullets and immediately flew after Guan Rongyun, one shot out by the bedside. Another one narrowly scratched Guan Rongyun's ankle, which fell from the bed to the bottom of the bed.

Holding the gun and looking at the bullet hole on the bed, Song Xunhua's eyes were sharp, but the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a reassuring smile...

It seems that my head is divided into several parts, each thinking about different things... I am lucky together, fortunately, this Confucius didn't hit that person just now, if it hits that person, I can't bear it no matter what... …

The other one became enraged. How could someone escape from his gun after attacking the leader of the Hongmen sect! ?

"..." Guan Rongyun sat on the floor and leaned against the corner of the bed, looking down at the slightly bleeding wound on his ankle. Although the wound was not very big, the burning pain was enough to make Guan Rongyun completely awake... Then Completely angry.

"I'll count to three, get out! Or I'll shoot you to death with the bed! One, two..."

"..." Hearing Song Xunhua's threats, Guan Rongyun increased his fire by three levels. Before the other party counted to three, he slowly stood up from behind the bed with his hands raised, but he did not know when he had already copied the copy that was originally placed on the bed. The small alarm clock on the side table...

"Three!" As soon as he yelled, the alarm clock in Guan Rongyun's hand smashed towards Song Xunhua's face.