The shooter was fifteen.

They were each heavily guarded with guns, for fear that a bullet might be drilled out to send them to see their dead father. The history of mutual hatred between flies and human beings is not one or two days. Although the leaders of both sides express friendly talks, as a minion playing the role of cannon fodder, friendship is often the precursor of deadlock.

Therefore, under the nerves of high tension, no one noticed that on the other side of such a big hall, there were two handsome men performing martial arts.

It's a handsome guy. Although the yellow hair is unbearable in Anjie's mouth, the pale face and twisted look can't cover up the fact that this guy is good-looking. It seems that Li's horses are better than one in gene this time. Although he is white, his pores are very delicate. If the color of his eyes is not the same, the drunk snake will even feel that his eyebrows and eyes are a bit like Anjie - Anjie more than ten years ago, even the tip of his eyebrows seems to be a bit rebellious.

Although it's a bit out of date, drunk snake still thinks that if these two hands are not real guns, this scene can definitely be mixed in Hollywood.

As a more spicy ginger, Anjie, after all, is better than 15. The scene before the shooting was originally that Anjie impatiently pointed the muzzle of the gun at the head of No. 15, and wanted to have a human conversation with this terrorist who came up without saying a word. I don't know if this comrade of the 15th party just graduated from Al Qaeda and has the consciousness of human bomb. He doesn't care about the safety of his only head.

As the saying goes, Leng's fear is horizontal, and horizontal's fear is not lethal. Unfortunately, this 15 is not lethal. This attribute has increased his attack power by several percentage points. Anjie has never met him before. He was pointed at his head with the muzzle of a gun three or four meters away, and he was recklessly aimed at the trigger puller.

Anjie flashed very fast, with a small cut on her shoulder. However, his so-called Dodge is not to retreat, but to jump up directly. The two people's situation quickly turned into a fight with each other. When they looked back for a moment, the muzzles of Anjie and Shiwu were already on each other's forehead.

No one would step back.

Sixteen step forward: "fifteen!"

Fifteen did not even give him a look. He stared at Anjie as if he had a deep hatred. The drunk snake sneered, "is that what you mean by a formal and polite greeting? Well, you can win back as you lose, tut. "

Sixteen frowned: "fifteen, put down the gun!"

The corner of his mouth curved upward like a cramp, holding a stiff Chinese saying: "anyihu, people say you are so amazing, but that's all."

Anjie looks calm.

Fifteen hands with guns were raised and said: "you are not prepared to meet each other. Anyihu, where are your claws? Is it disabled?! Is it useless? "

Anjie looked at him as if he didn't care: "from the beginning, I've been competing with you. Which onion are you?"

Fifteen seemed to be angered by him. He pushed the gun forward again. Sixteen was surprised: "fifteen, you dare!"

Fifteen slightly raised his head, chin because of emotional excitement, constantly twitching: "anyin fox, you are a coward who dare not appear in front of a few small shrimps and fish!"

It seems that Anjie had just collapsed in front of the drunken snake. At this time, he was very calm. He watched the big monkey quietly and excitedly. Except for the gun in his hand, he still refused to relax. He didn't respond to any unfriendly actions to such personal attacks.

Sixteen squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "fifteen, how dare you disobey R's order several times! I'll say it for the last time, you put down the gun

Fifteen slanted his eyes at him and snorted. After a while, he reluctantly slowly put down his hand. Anjie did not wring with him, but also withdrew his □, and put his hands in his pocket, still looking idle.

Sixteen hastily nodded to the drunk snake, waved his hand and said in a hate voice, "withdraw!" With his fly troops and yellow haired macaques, they retreated in a mighty way.

Anjie watched them leave thoughtfully. Suddenly, as if she felt something, she looked back at him. Anjie's eyes met him, and a strange smile appeared on his face. His eyes were wide open, but the corners of his mouth curved unnaturally. He still put his hands in the pocket of his broad coat. However, looking at his smiling face, he felt a strong sense of crisis.

Fifteen's nerves are taut tightly. The nerve line is broken in vain by the sound of a gun. I don't see any action from Anjie. In a flash of lightning, fifteen jumps forward and kneels on the ground. Later, he felt the pain in his thigh, and the bloodstain quickly faded on his trousers.

The fly troops turned to Anjie. Sixteen glanced at fifteen and squinted: "what do you mean, master? I think brother Yinhu disdains to hurt people behind his back. "

Anjie slowly put the gun back into his pocket, as if he had just hit a target in the stadium. He was quick to hurt people, without hesitation. After he finished, he didn't say anything. His eyes swept the flies lightly, swept the blue 16, and finally stopped on the 15 who was curled up on the ground, dragging his legs. He slowly stretched out a finger.

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