?A guy wearing a clown mask walked onto the rooftop.

"The bullet doesn't have eyes, don't move around." Why raise the gun in your hand and remind politely.

People from the elite training center looked at the Johnnie. No matter how good his martial arts are, he was afraid of kitchen knives, not to mention that the other party was holding a pistol.

Why bother to make a gesture? Frank continued to save people, but no one stopped him. Frank quickly rescued Madida from the flagpole.

"I don't believe you dare to shoot!" One of Johnnie's assistants looked at him disdainfully, why bother to say.

Why not stand silently without refuting?

Why show weakness further encourages Johnnie and his group to be brave.

"Enter them." Johnny made a gesture to his disciples and shouted loudly.

Why bother? Frank and Madida were separated and surrounded. Frank clenched his fists. He was very confident that he would hit ten of them one by one, but he would not be able to bear it any more.

Since Matilda appeared, she has looked at Hebi with admiration, without any worries at all.

"Shoot, just shoot if you are brave enough. If you are not afraid of us throwing them downstairs." A handsome man with a handsome man sneered.

Why bother to be stunned for a moment?

"You really have this kind of requirement?"

"Yes! There are more than a hundred people here. How many bullets can you have in your gun? I don't believe you dare to shoot." The handsome Citi country man sneered at the pistol in Hebi's hand.

"That's true!" He nodded seriously.

Everyone in the elite training center laughed.

"But!" Hebi suddenly said, "Since you have this requirement, I will satisfy you even if I am in a difficult position, because I always like to think about others and never care about my own pain."

"Why!"

Following the sigh of Hebi.

A gunshot rang out.

"Bang--!"

Why put away your pistol and blew a breath into the smokey muzzle.

"Ah--!" The handsome Citigroup man who strongly asked why he had to shoot screamed and covered his crotch and slapped himself.

"Hey!" He said in a very sad tone: "I am always like this, specializing in benefiting others and not selfish! Even if you make such an inappropriate request, I will do my best to satisfy you."

"I'm very tired and very hard, do you understand?" Why spread your hands and said.

Everyone in the elite training center was stunned and looked at the clown masked man in front of him.

"Fuck!" The handsome Citigroup man covered his crotch with his hands, his face red as if he was congested, and shouted: "Kill him, kill him, kill him--!"

A blond man standing closest to Hebi is trying to attack him or rob him or her pistol.

Why wait until the other party is about to catch him before raising his hand in panic?

"Bang--!"

The blonde man covered his neck with his hands tightly, and took two steps back, then fell back heavily on the floor. The blonde man's body twitched and he was thrusting. After a while, his pupils of his eyes dilated and he could no longer move.

Why bother to shoot the bullet through the blonde man's throat?

"i'm   so   sorry" Why cover your face in pain and your stomach was about to burst into laughter: "This is definitely a mistake. Whoever you try again may succeed."

Everyone in the Elite Training Center: "..."

"Really, my gun is easy to grab. Come and try it. Didn't a guy say that? Failure is a successful mother. If you play with your mother a few more times, you will definitely succeed." Why encourage yourself with understanding?

"You are not Chen Houde and his apprentices?" Johnnie said in surprise.

Why shrugge your shoulders: "You're right!"

"So no one comes to steal the gun?" Why bother to say.

Johnnie immediately winked at the men beside Frank, and why bother to catch Frank and Madida and threaten them.

The dozen thugs surrounding Frank immediately took action.

"Bang--!"

Another gunshot sounded.

One of the Johnnie's thugs lay in a pool of blood.

All the other thugs who were about to rush towards Frank were shocked. Why bother a pistol had only a dozen bullets, but no one wanted to be the top ten shots.

"I'm really embarrassed this time because I did it on purpose." Why do you apologize sincerely: "But I'm talking, it's too rude for you not to listen carefully."

"Peace is a person's most basic quality. For example, if I didn't burn your house, you shouldn't burn my house, right?" Why turn your head suddenly and said to Johnnie.

Johnnie's heart skipped a beat.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Why shake the pistol in your hand: "I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to discuss the issue of politeness with you."

"A person? He neither fucked your ancestors nor fucked your mother. Why did you burn his house? You burn it? Should you say hello in advance and ask him to take out the valuable things in the house first?" Why do you say seriously: "It's impossible that you say you want to burn it. I won't let you burn it, right? It's impossible that you don't want to burn it, but I force you to burn it."

Johnnie: "..."

"Okay, what else do you want? If not, I want to mention my appeal, etiquette, and things like this must be interesting. It is impossible for me to be nice to you all the time, without any small appeal. In this way, you should doubt whether I want to have your wife or daughter. Are you right?" Why raise your pistol again? Everyone in the elite center looked at it in panic. Why do you instinctively squeeze into the distance?

Why twist your neck? The feeling of gun in your hand is so cool.

Another thug suddenly attacked, why bother? He swears that once he seized the gun, he must torture him a hundred times, and a hundred times before he can die.

"Bang--!"

Why bother to wipe the muzzle with your sleeve and criticize in disappointment: "Irrecite!"

Another thug was lying in a pool of blood. Matida looked at her boss and master intoxicatedly. She was so handsome. This was the man she dreamed of.

All of Johnnie's subordinates were about to collapse. This guy wearing a clown mask was simply a madman. They just wanted to leave here quickly and couldn't stay for a moment, but the only door on the rooftop was behind each other.

"If you don't say anything, I will assume that you have made a mistake. I didn't expect you to be quite shy." Why bother cleaning the gun and lifting the gun again?

"You burned my house and caused me direct financial losses of at least three million dollars. Do you want to pay me money? Or will you convert this money into bullets and give it to you."

"He is going to kill all of us, hurry up and kill him. There are no bullets in his gun." Johnnie's face changed, and he immediately squatted down and shouted loudly.

Dozens of people who approached Hebi were fooled, waved their fists and rushed towards Hebi wildly, seeing the people in front of him rushing forward, he also rushed forward. Hebi is playing big now. He only has one pistol, and he will be beaten to death by these angered thugs.

Why bother to take a few steps back? A group of people rushed faster. The angry eyes of these people were already exposed. Why not be beaten to death? They would never give up.

Why shoot a shot into the sky? The angry crowd who lost their minds don't care at all. Why bother to sweep towards the tsunami?

Unfortunately, they didn't see the grim smile behind the clown mask.

Why bother to look behind you with your right hand and find a spear, mp5, one of the submachine guns that Citi anti-terrorism forces like to use the most. Who knows where Jizel got it for him?

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

Why bother holding mp5 submachine guns in both hands and shooting by a row. Dozens of people were immediately shot, lying on the floor, holding their kneecaps, wailing, and being swept by mp5 bullets. They will be cripples in their lives.

"ah--!"

"Ah—! My feet, my feet, ahhhh!"

"So tsk tsk tsk tsk, why bother? Why bother?" Why look at the people who were swept into the knee with bullets in extreme disappointment: "You guys! You are rude!"

"Ah! If you have the affair, put down your gun. I will fight you one-on-one." Johnnie was about to go crazy and pointed at He Bi's nose in anger and cursed.

"Okay! That's how polite you look." Why praise me: "It's a man, come here."

Why bother to walk quickly in anger? He had the confidence to punch the clown in the head with one punch.

"Bang bang--!"

Why do you have to suddenly shoot? Two bullets penetrate Johnnie's kneecap.

"Ah--!" Johnnie screamed and fell to his knees on the floor, his face turning blue with pain.

Johnnie looked up, looking at him with hatred and confusion.

Why bother tossing the mp5 in his hand on the ground in anger and cursed: "This garbage gun is so a bastard, it's actually gone fire."

"Come on!" Why hook your finger at Johnnie: "Come on here I will fight you one-on-one, come over, I promise I won't use a gun."

"Bastard, I'll fuck you..."

Before Johnnie could finish his words, another gunshot rang out.

"Bang--!"

Johnny was shot with a gun and the bullet penetrated his cheek.
Chapter completed!