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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 131

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    The lights in the room went out, and there was a lot of noise inside.  As the simple wooden door opened, a chair flew out and hit the ground with a dull "bang".

    Fugui poked his head out and saw more than a dozen figures hurriedly came out of the window and flashed into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

    Fugui raised his gun, aimed at the guy who had been peeking out from behind the door, and pulled the trigger. With a bang, the man fell on the threshold, twitched a few times and stopped moving.

    Fugui was about to find the next target, but he vaguely felt that there was a gun pointing at him secretly. He subconsciously flashed his head, and a bullet hit the old machine he was hiding in, emitting a string of shining fire.

    Fugui broke out in a cold sweat. He squatted down and held his helmet, goosebumps appeared all over his body. He leaned on the machine to calm down a little, then turned around and gestured to Jiao Ji, asking him to join Jin Hui and the others.

    After Jiao Ji left, Fugui carefully looked for the direction of the bullet through the gaps in the machine. According to the bullet marks, the bullet should have come from the tall, dark building. However, he looked for a long time and there was no movement there.  .

    The guys who ran out of the room were all hiding in the empty courtyard at the moment, shooting at the corner where Jin Hui and the others were hiding. The bullets hit the wall like raindrops, throwing up bursts of dust.

    Fugui was a little anxious. He knew that Jin Hui had fired the gun just now. They were facing these gangsters almost with bare hands. If this continued, the three of them would become living targets of those gangsters.

    He waited no longer, stretched out his gun from the gap in the machine, aimed at the shaking head hiding behind the cement wall, and fired a shot. The man tilted his body and fell softly.

    When those people saw their companions being shot dead, they turned their guns and shot wildly in the direction of Fugui. The bullets hit the old machine and made a "bang bang" sound.  Fugui was pinned down by the bullet, and he could only squat down and huddle behind the machine.

    A stone was thrown from the corner and fell next to Fugui. Fugui looked up and saw Jin Hui hiding in the corner and anxiously gesturing to him, asking him to cover them. Fugui stretched out two fingers knowingly, and then twisted the button of the gun.  Continuous firing, the moment Jin Hui rushed out, he suddenly leaned out half of his body, and rushed towards the places where he shot.

    Jin Hui rolled a few times, picked up a gun next to a corpse, squatted there and fired several times, and two more figures fell down.

    Fugui hurriedly rushed to the corner, hiding half of his body and kept shooting at the hiding place of those people. Under his cover, Jin Hui quickly returned with two guns in his hand, threw one to Cao Minghua and said:  "There are too many of them and we don't have enough bullets. If this continues, we will be the ones who suffer."

    Dense bullets kept flying over, and the waist-high wormwood around him was splashing.

    Fu Gui knows very well that every bullet has no eyes. If they land on a human body, the living life will stop breathing forever.  What Jin Hui said was exactly what he had been worried about. Although he was very confident in his marksmanship, he could never be sure to kill an enemy with just one bullet. What's more, the sniper hiding in the dark had not made any movement so far.  That's their biggest threat.

    Jiao Ji suddenly asked: "What is this?"

    Fugui followed his gaze and saw a black leather suitcase at Cao Minghua's feet.

    Jin Hui said proudly: "What else could it be? The goods they were trading were copied by us. They don't have the goods anymore, and they won't even try to escape."

    Cao Minghua suddenly handed the gun to Jiao Ji, took out a dagger from his waist and said, "This is not an option. I'll pick up a gun and you guys will cover me."

    Fugui was startled and hurriedly pulled him away: "No, that's too dangerous."

    Under the dim moonlight, Cao Minghua held up his helmet with a smile on his face: "You can just cover me, you see," he pointed to the low cement wall not far away and said: "There is a person there who is alone. I  If you go over there, you can get his gun back. You guys cover me." After saying that, he bowed and disappeared into the hazy night.

    There is an enemy behind the low wall. He may be timid and has been hiding behind the wall without daring to show his head. In the moonlight, you can only see the shadow of his head shaking.

    Fugui raised his gun, but after several attempts he couldn't aim accurately. He turned around and discussed with Jin Hui and said, "I'll go over and help him eliminate that person."

    Fugui rolled a few times on the ground and hid behind the dilapidated machine. He saw that Cao Minghua was almost close to the low wall, but his motive was discovered and bullets kept shooting at his hiding position.  Had to stop and huddle behind a pile of rocks.

    Fugui stood up, quickly aimed at a target and pulled the trigger. The man screamed and fell to the ground.? Spotting a black figure quietly moving towards Jiao Ji's position in the wide courtyard, he raised his gun, aimed at the black figure's head and fired a shot. The black figure kicked its legs a few times with the sound of the gunfire, and lay on the ground.  Moved.

    Those people¡¯s guns immediately turned toward him, and the bullets hit the cement wall next to him. The splashed cement particles fell on his face, causing burning pain.

    Fugui was hiding behind a low wall with his gun in his arms, feeling a little anxious. This was the best time for Jiao Ji and the others to escape, but he never heard the sound of the car's engine. He was really worried that Jiao Ji would also have an accident.

    He couldn¡¯t help but stand up and quietly check the situation outside.  Under the dim night light, he saw that Jiao Ji had helped Cao Minghua to the back of the car, but someone was still shooting at them, and the bullets fell on the car, making a harsh metallic sound.

    Fugui quickly raised his gun and knocked down several guys who shot at Jiao Ji and the others. Those people hid behind the bunker and did not dare to raise their heads.

    Fugui finally heard the sound of the car engine, followed by a loud noise, which was the sound of their car hitting the door.  As the sound of the car motor faded away, a smile appeared on his face.  He crouched down and hid behind the cement wall. Just as he was about to take a breath, he saw a black figure on the winding stairs aiming at him with a gun. Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he could imagine it.  There was a ferocious smile on the man's face. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. His consciousness had no time to react. He only felt like a wounded beast, helplessly waiting for the enemy to slaughter him

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