Excellent beauty's personal security guard

"Solve it quickly. My intuition tells me that things are not so simple." Zhao Jianhui always felt that something was wrong. He chased them all the way. These guys were very clever when avoiding tracking. Why have they become fools now?

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui quickly ordered: "solve the problem as soon as possible and withdraw from this small building immediately."

"Alas! Who made you a dragon suit? " After Da Dong sighed in the bottom of his heart, he immediately clenched the handle of the gun and put the muzzle out of the window.

At this moment, Dadong's finger moved. He was separated by glass windows and fired without aiming. After four shots, he moved quickly and rushed down the stairs.

On the third floor, Zhao Jianhui and Yanwu each fired three shots, "bang bang bang!" The muzzle of the gun was beating, and bullets roared dully into the house“ Patter! WOW! Boom! Plop!... " The bodies fell to the ground, the sound of knocking over chairs and wine bottles, the sound of knocking down mahjong tables and dominoes, the short amazement of men and women, and the sound of crying. All sounded in a few seconds.

Six people, four men and two women, all lying or lying down in the house, a dead silence. Everyone's impact point is also the fatal key to the head, such as eyebrows and temples. The blood and brains left behind were gorgeous under the reflection of the overhead light, as if they were the demon nightmare totem painted around them.

"Don't stand silly! Go! " Zhao Jianhui drank urgently. At the same time when the gun rang, he felt a dangerous smell. When he shouted, Yan Wu suddenly returned to her mind from the bloody scene. Just as she jumped behind Zhao Jianhui, a dull gunshot came. Yan Wu's body staggered and a blood rain suddenly burst out on her shoulder. She was shot.

Then came the voice of Yili Walla. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help wrinkling. "Uyghur..." are these people from the west?

He turned back to Yan dance, who was covering his mouth and trembling with horror in his eyes, motioned for her to squat down. However, he slowly stretched out half his head from the corridor.

"Danger..." Yan Wu drank in a low voice, but Zhao Jianhui had raised his hand. With the sound of the gun, a man fell down on the tall elm in the yard like a sandbag. Shit, there was no one in the tree just now. When did you climb up?

Basement. There must be a basement in this small building. It must be. At this moment, Zhao Jianhui suddenly thought that there was only one possibility. Otherwise, there was no way to explain where these people came from.

"Pigeon, pay attention to search for the exit of the basement. Someone has climbed out of the basement and attacked us in a tree. They are also injured." Zhao Jianhui quickly asked the pigeons still in the backyard to pay attention to the search.

"Boss, I don't have time to worry about the basement right now. There are three guys pestering me." The voice of the pigeon came, and Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but be surprised. The pigeon said it lightly, but you don't have to think that she must be in danger. Because, while the voice of pigeons came, it was also mixed with the sound of shouting and fighting. A pigeon that looks so quiet and delicate will be the opponent of three hostile elements?

I was still thinking about whether these people could cope with the complex situation in the car. I didn't know that as soon as I entered the state, I simply forgot this stubble. Pigeon and others are not tu Xiong and sun Liyun. If they are, according to their own arrangement, don't worry at all after they divide the brand task. Naturally, someone will be responsible for everything below.

However, now that they went upstairs, Yanwu and Dadong ran upstairs without pulling out their potential enemies. Maybe they are qualified spies. Maybe they will be a good expert if they fight alone, but in terms of overall meaning, overall defense deployment and mutual cooperation, a comparison shows the gap between them and Tu Xiong and others.

However, as the top commander on the scene, it is his dereliction of duty to fail to anticipate this gap and prevent sudden accidents.

"You stay up there." Zhao Jianhui hurriedly said to Yan dance, then turned around and rushed into the room, kicked open the window behind the third floor and jumped down.

Zhao Jianhui's body hasn't landed yet. A little cold light has rushed to him like lightning. At the same time, the voice of pigeons came from the headset: "boss, be careful... Ah..."

Zhao Jianhui didn't even think about it. The cold light in his hand was a shot. The bullet and the white light collided fiercely less than five meters in front of him, sending out a dazzling fire. Zhao Jianhui's body rolled forward for two times. While standing, a bullet was fired from the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

This is a bullet sent out completely by feeling, aiming at the position where the throwing knife was fired just now. However, after the bullet was fired, I didn't hear the expected sound from the opposite side of the belt. Behind me, there was a surge of air flow. Zhao Jianhui didn't have time to turn around, lowered his head, twisted his waist, swung his legs behind him, and a dull giant fell to the ground. Zhao Jianhui's legs hurt. This is a phenomenon he has never had before.

Zhao Jianhui turned around suspiciously. The voice of Yili Wah just heard upstairs also came at the same time. The man who was swept over by his legs just now was a magnificent man nearly two meters tall. He had naturally curled short wavy hair, protruding forehead and concave eyes, white skin like lanolin jade, and thick beard from the roots of his ears to under his jaw. All these told Zhao Jianhui that he was really a resident in the northwest as he expected.

After all, these people are very few. In order to attract people's attention, they often take some extreme actions, such as arson, explosion and other cruel means, to attract everyone's attention.

This time, a very important international conference is going to be held in the capital. These people sneaked into the capital to do great damage.

Zhao Jianhui doesn't like these people at all. He's just making a fuss when he has a good day. If you have the ability to do it with real swords and guns, what can you do to harm ordinary people?

So before the guy got up, Zhao Jianhui kicked him again. This time, he was prepared, and his legs had been filled with "mixed yuan righteousness". When he heard a click, the man broke at least four ribs. Zhao Jianhui didn't care about his miserable cry of killing a pig. Then he went up and stepped on several feet. Even if he wasn't dead, he was disabled.

On the other side, a black car was parked in the yard, and pigeons were circling around a thin young man. A throwing knife was inserted into her right arm, and the dark red blood kept dripping on the ground.

The young man who was chasing her looked like he was in his twenties, but his beard was longer than the one he had just hurt. Although the pigeon's arm was injured, she still walked briskly. The two people circled around the car. The man shouted loudly in his mouth, but they couldn't catch up with her.

Seeing that she was not in danger now, Zhao Jianhui searched the yard carefully, but the pigeon said there were three people, but now there is one less.

"Pigeon, where's the other guy?" Zhao Jianhui took a step forward and asked.

Until Zhao Jianhui asked, the young man chasing pigeons was stunned to find that his companion had been lying on the ground. He looked at Zhao Jianhui in surprise. He couldn't believe that this tall and thin man had cleaned up the people who could beat them so quickly.

"Boss, the third" said here. The pigeon raised his hand and stroked his long hair easily: "the third man is a leader. These three are his bodyguards. I think he should be near Cuidao wharf by now!"

"Three?" Zhao Jianhui just remembered that the pigeon said he was the first one in the car. This woman, when is it? Haven't you forgotten smelly beauty? Isn't your hair a little messy? People ran away. I said, what else do you stroke your hair? The pigeon wanted to know what Zhao Jianhui was thinking. She blinked at him. Suddenly, her wrist stroked her hair. A dark thin steel wire flew like lightning into the throat of the young man standing in front of him.