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Chapter 697 Bloodthirsty

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    This fall was so strong that I felt like all the bones in my body were falling apart.

    But it wasn't over yet. After throwing me to the ground, the young man immediately pressed on me. The hand that originally grabbed my arm strangled my neck with such force that I felt like my organs were being squeezed.  He was suffocated.

    I can¡¯t breathe out, I can¡¯t breathe, and the pores all over my body are itching, especially on my face. The most itchy things are my lips.

    I clenched my fists tightly with both hands and blasted him in the face repeatedly.

    "Let golet me go!"

    There was also an angry sound like a mosquito coming from his mouth.

    But instead of making him let go, my blow made him tighten even more.

    I put one hand into my trouser pocket, took out two magazines, one in each hand, and stabbed the young man in the face.

    Although the magazine is only a small one and not sharp, it is made of genuine steel. Can you bear the feeling of being hit by steel?

    After a few hits, the young man cursed angrily, kicked me hard, and kicked me out.

    "Huhu¡ª¡ª"

    Once I was out of trouble, I breathed the air greedily like a bellows.

    At the same time, I looked back and saw that the young man¡¯s face was covered in blood and he was staring at me angrily.

    I half squatted on the ground, breathing rapidly while staring at him closely.

    He rushed towards me again, with his head in front and his hands in front of his head. When he rushed towards me, I was about to lift the magazine and hit him. Who knew that he suddenly turned around, stepped sideways twice, and actually came around behind me?  , his hands even hugged my waist from behind.

    This is¡­¡­

    I don¡¯t know much about wrestlers, but if I¡¯ve never eaten pork, I¡¯ve always seen pigs running away. When a wrestler hugs his opponent from behind, doesn¡¯t that mean he¡¯s going to throw him over his chest?

    When I thought about this possibility, my heart suddenly trembled.

    Before he could throw me, I picked him up with my hands and then threw him against the wall.

    When he was hit to the ground by me, my fists fell on him like raindrops, and I still held the magazine in my hand.

    ¡°Bang bang bang¡ª¡ª¡±

    "I heard a dense sound, and I didn't know how many holes I had smashed on the young man's body, and he was dripping with blood.

    But this also completely drove the young man to panic. He stopped dodging and allowed me to hit him. He hugged my legs with both hands, pressed his shoulders hard on my stomach, and threw me to the ground with a leg-hugging strike.  Then he straddled me completely and punched me hard in the face.

    I quickly raised my arms to protect my head, so that his fist fell on my arm.

    It wasn¡¯t until I felt like my arm was about to be broken by him that he stopped and gasped for breath.

    It's now!

    I secretly became fierce and used my waist and eyes to push him down. Then I turned over and sat on him. When I was about to hit him, I saw a gun next to me. The gun I just dropped, I punched him.  on the face, and then punched him again.  He quickly protected his head, but my punch was just a pretense. In fact, when he was protecting his head, I quickly picked up the gun and smashed the gun butt with the butt, causing his arm to be deformed.  .

    His arms drooped weakly, and his face was exposed. My eyes suddenly lit up, and I hit his face with the butts of the rifle one after another.

    After more than ten blows, the bridge of his nose was collapsed, his forehead was concave and convex, and he had more air coming out of his mouth and less air coming in. He was about to die.

    It was only then that I breathed a sigh of relief and rolled off of him.

    At this time, we looked at the positions of several windows. Xiaorou and the others were very busy. After all the bullets were fired, they used their guns as sticks to smash them down.

    This is not the way to go!

    I looked downstairs. Downstairs, Wan Ning was entangled with the man with the knife. They were fighting fiercely. No matter who it was, their bodies were covered with scars.

    And someone else came up the stairs.

    ¡°You really didn¡¯t even give me a chance to breathe!¡±

    I took the gun, stuffed the bloody magazine into it, and fired several shots at the stairway. Unfortunately, my shooting skills were not good. After so many shots, I only hit one person.  That¡¯s all.

    "ah!"

    At this time, there was a scream from behind. I looked back and saw that Haiyue could no longer stop anyone. Someone successfully climbed through the window and entered, and everything in his hand was pierced into Haiyue's stomach.  Haiyue screamed in pain, then her body softened and fell to the ground.

    asshole!

     I was so jealous, and just when I was about to step forward, someone came up at the top of the stairs and raised a gun at me.

    ¡°Bang bang¡ª¡ª¡±

    Several gunshots rang out. If I hadn¡¯t seen the opportunity quickly and rolled on the ground several times, I might have died.

    Without giving them a chance to shoot again, I raised my hand and fired several times.

    The few people who had just come up quickly went down the stairs to hide.

    At this time, more people came in from the window, and the person who stabbed Haiyue was walking straight towards the mute who lowered his head.

    "Mute!"

    I called out.

    The mute raised his head and looked at me, his green eyes full of bloodthirsty.

    When our eyes met, I couldn't help but be stunned.

    At this time, the person who stabbed Haiyue raised his hand and patted the mute's shoulder. With his other hand, he stretched out the knife and pressed it against the mute's neck. The blade was slightly exerted, and a trace of blood dripped from the mute's neck.

    "Abba."

    The mute opened his mouth, turned his head slightly, and looked at the man behind him who was forcing him with a knife.

    "Is he a mute?"

    The man sneered.

    ¡°Then I don¡¯t have to listen to your last words, just go and die!¡±

    ¡°As he spoke, he was about to wipe the mute¡¯s throat with a knife.

    It¡¯s a pity that it¡¯s too late

    He will never have this chance again.

    I saw the mute raised his hands, hugged the man's head, pulled it down, and at the same time opened his mouth and bit the big man's neck hard.

    Then he pulled hard, and the bloody hand on the big man's neck was torn off by the mute!

    Blood spurted out from the big man's neck like a fountain, all spraying on the mute's body!

    "ah¡ª¡ª"

    The mute roared loudly, and his already green eyes became even greener!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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