The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 682 Mr. Mo is the benchmark, they will be wrong?

The face of the person who was held by the ink smudged in the darkness was white, and he was caught in the throat and couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t get away.

Seeing other people around him apparently did not intend to take care of this person’s life, only holding a gun against Mo Jingshen, full of eye defense, but because he wanted to put out what they wanted from him, and could not directly kill him. .

Just in this moment of stalemate, the people who are full of hesitation and fear and fear are naturally this group of people, and Mo Jingshen is exactly the opposite.

He sneered and suddenly raised his arm, and the audience only heard the sound of "砰" -

A string of crystal lamps on the ceiling of the hotel corridor was precisely passed by bullets, and the lights of various crystal glass were crushed and smashed.

There are only two windows at the end of the corridor on the left and right sides. The middle section is in darkness because the lights are completely extinguished.

The first person who rushed out of the door of the safe passage was Ah K, because after shooting the gun, the shot was the same as the XI base. When you heard the sound of the gun, it immediately rushed at the fastest speed. Out, followed by other base members who sneaked up to the top floor along the stairs of the safe passage.

The light in the corridor was too dark. The Cambodians did not reflect what was going on, and they were suddenly knocked down. The guns in the hands and all the weapons that could be used as weapons were instantly taken away. All the progress was very quiet. Except for the shot that Mo Jingshen first opened, all the subsequent actions did not make extra sounds. Even when the people were knocked down, they all fell to the ground and could not be heard.

The person who was always stunned by the ink scene was the only one who was not knocked down, but after gradually adapting to the dark light, he saw the scene around him and the XI base. His face changed greatly and he immediately wanted to shout loudly to remind the room. The few people who are holding the season warm.

While he was about to speak, the man holding the gun in front of him was still calm, and the muzzle was aimed at his eyebrows, as if he had not been threatened by the action he was trying to scream.

Ink and dark look unchanged, still the word of indifference: "Open the door."

The man looked at him and his lips moved. After all, he was afraid to make a sound because his muzzle was facing his own brain. He was preparing to whisper for mercy. The door not far behind him was already opened at this time.

Although there was no movement after that, after all, their guns were not silencers. When the ink was deep, the people inside could not hear them. It was only for a while that they did not guess whether the guns were driven by their people. , or who opened it? After all, if Mo Jingshen really can enter this hotel, it should be searched, it is impossible to bring a gun in.

But the people who came out did not expect that when the door opened, they would see people in the darkness standing in rows of more than twenty XI bases. All the muzzles were aligned in the direction of the door.

The man’s expression was awkward, his pupils were tightening, and he was about to go back. However, because of the muzzle, he was stunned in front of the door and did not dare to move. There was a moment of silence in the corridor.

From the beginning to the end, the ink depth of the ink is deep and indifferent.

The man in front of the door saw the depth of ink in the dark, almost invisible light, and then saw the faint faintness of his brother, and one of them was held in his hand, and he turned and rushed back.

Just at the moment when this person had some action, Ah K took the lead in shooting, and with a bang, the man’s shoulder was shot in a moment.

The room is already in a state of being ready to go, and the head of the person has already smashed the warmth of the bed in the room. At the moment when A K took people into it, he saw that several of them were warming their shoulders on the shoulders. In the direction of the balcony, all the guns are facing the door.

They have fewer people, and bullets don't necessarily have enough of them, but the biggest trump card in their hands is the warm season.

Seeing that the season warmth that has not yet officially passed the dangerous period is so resisted by them, so that they have left the hospital and suffered such changes, I do not know if I can afford it.

A K looked at them with a cold face, and the gun in his hand was already aimed at the head of the man who was against the warm season.

"Los Angeles police and members of the XI base have completely surrounded the hotel, do not want to make things happen to the point of death or injury, and immediately put people out." A sentence overflowed from the man's throat behind Ak: "Give you the last thirty Second chance.

The headed person who was fighting against the warmth of the season sneered a sneer and suddenly looked back down to the balcony. As a result, he saw that there was a Los Angeles rescue team under the balcony who did not know when it was rushed. The huge safety cushion on the floor, even if you threaten them by throwing this woman down, there is no room for any threat, and even if they jump now, even if they don’t die, they will be surrounded by people. Hold down.

The expressions of these few people were a panic, and the fullness was unexpected.

They have been mixing with Atutai in war-torn countries all the year round. The rescue teams in those countries will never come to save people in such a timely manner. They are not familiar with all aspects of Los Angeles. They usually just follow Atotai and listen to the above decision. I did nothing, but I didn’t expect it to be a rare one, but I lost it to this point...

Mr. Control, is it accurate that they will be wrong?

Ah K was about to go up, and the guns between the electric and the flint were suddenly shifted in direction and directly attached to the warm body.

The strength of the members of the XI base is not weak. Even more than the members of many special forces in the United States, they are well trained and even have superior military values. As long as they are in normal combat situations, they will not suffer, but now Mrs. Mo is in these Cambodias. People don't say it in their hands. What's more important is that Mrs. Mo's physical condition is not very good. It is hard to save it in the hospital. There can be no more gaps, so they can't do their best.

Even at this point, people at the XI base are not at a disadvantage.

Just when those people are cautiously staring at the direction of K, fearing that they are not threatened and intend to shoot, Mo Jingshen will hit the muzzle in his hand with the ingenious force on the ribs of the person he is holding. The moment when the man bent down, he followed him with a foot.

Ah K heard the movement, and looked back at the moment of this scene. At the same time, he lifted his foot and kicked the man forward again. This person was too black and thin and short. He was kicked twice and the whole person almost flew far away. On the balcony, at the end of the few people's feet, the mouth suddenly spit out blood.

Mo Jing Shen walked forward, and Ah K followed with his brothers.

(End of this chapter)