C440 Revive from the Dead

In their opinion, Huang Guzhu is dead.

It wasn't just them. The old Daoist and the others also noticed that something was wrong. Although they did not know who exactly had suffered the calamity, they started to panic.

They were about to rush over. Andy stomped his foot and shouted decisively:

"Friends, they are Brother Shaw's companions. I am also anxious. In this situation, absolutely not. Please, no one can take the risk. . . "

Xiao Qianbing saw the big guy fall from the sky. He immediately threw the loudspeaker on the ground and picked up his gun to go up.

But he did not expect the loudspeaker to suddenly hit Peng Si's foot. This time, Peng Si woke up and stopped him. He anxiously said, "Xiao, no, no. You still have a female secretary. If you go up alone, you will die. Besides. . . "

Peng Si stopped him in an instant and softly said in a worried tone:

"If you die, it will be useless even if Dale stays. They would have rushed over in a few moments. "

He finally saw it clearly. This guy who claimed to have cheated on the president, he's quite capable, and both parties are willing to work for him.

"From here on out, I don't want anything anymore, the President said. Andy and the others suppressed their firepower and took back Huang. They could still live. What bullshit Dale? You guys can go and play by yourselves. "

The furious Xiao Qiangbing was so anxious that his eyes were burning with sparks as he quickly considered his action plan.

In his view, Huang Guzhu had just been shot, and with a shield protecting his heart, he definitely wouldn't die in an instant. No matter how cowardly Zhao Xiaoming was, he could still hold on for a few minutes. He still had a chance if he went over.

At this moment, his throat was moving in excitement. He felt regret in his heart. He had harmed his brother for a mission, and he was the most honest and brave Huang in the riot squad.

He was also a martial artist and liked martial arts. Who could be like Huang Yuanzhu, who valued relationships, loyalty, and tenderness? . . .

He decided to throw caution to the wind. Even if he had to sacrifice his life, he had to save Huang.

Even if he was on the verge of death.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoming hugged Huang Guzhu. He was so anxious that tears were falling from his eyes. He cried a few times and shook Huang's neck. He choked and said:

"Big guy, big guy, I'll remember it for you. Mine is also yours, okay? Wake up. . . "

Huang Yuanzhu laid on the ground, feeling as if all of the bones in his body were about to crack. There were several areas on his body that were in excruciating pain. The earth sucked him like a magnet, not willing to get up at all. He even felt as if his eyelids were extremely heavy, saying that he didn't want to open them.

"Huang, big guy, open your eyes! Don't retreat! I didn't get hit!"

A second ago, Zhao Xiaoming looked around at him. Although he was very reluctant, he felt that he had to drag him back. Even if he was dragged a few meters away, he would give up if he didn't have the strength.

But at a glance, he saw that the place where this fellow bled was on his right arm.

He had fallen so hard just now that blood was trickling out. Now, he seemed to have recovered quite a bit.

In a daze, Huang Guzhu shook his head and said slowly, "Ah, Xiaoming, Xiaoming. . . "

After stopping for a few seconds, he suddenly raised two fingers.

It was also at this moment that the bald leader brought five or six fellows with him. There were people behind him who were covering him. He moved forward like a snake and was less than 50 meters away from here.

"Capture them. . . "

"Cut off the big guy's head. This guy is fierce. Boss Lake can at least give 5,000 yuan as a reward. . . "

"This crazy guy, he jumped so high just now. . . "

A few of the bandits said in a rough manner. They did not seem to be in a hurry to come over. In their opinion, Huang Guzhu must have died. That little fatty didn't have any ability at all.

Fatty Zhao Xiaoming was on the east side of the road at the beginning, but as soon as he came out, he fell to the ground. He couldn't do it at all.

At this moment, the yellow pillar slowly opened its eyes and looked at the blue sky. Its voice was naive as it lazily asked, "Ming'er, ah! Where are our brothers? They are very far away from our home, right? "

"Old Huang, far away. On the other side of Earth, our parents are watching.

They watch the Helis news all day long. My mom promised to treat me to a burger every day. She even wrote it on the paper. " As Zhao Xiaoming spoke, a hint of naivety appeared on his face.

He put a cigarette in Huang's hand. Huang was just asking:

"If I can't do it, tell me, tell me, can Qiang Zi be anxious?"

"He must be anxious to death. I don't even need to look. That fellow is particular about people. Other than women, he can do anything else. " Zhao Xiaoming clearly heard that there were a lot of gunshots in the northeast. He knew that Fatty Liu and the others were starting to take revenge. As he casually said that, he revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Tomorrow, two - roots!" After Huang Yuanzhu finished speaking, he wanted to laugh. It was extremely funny and ugly.

He stuffed two sticks of cigarette into his mouth and fiercely took two bites. It felt really comfortable. Life had never been so good before. Life had never been so precious to him.

The bald bandit vaguely saw the two shields erected on the other side. He said in a low voice:

"One, two, three. . . "

"Before he could finish his words, he saw Little Fatty Zhao Xiaoming suddenly stand up from the grass about ten meters to his left. He foolishly raised his gun and pointed it straight in front of him.

The bandits in the forest opposite him were so scared that they hurriedly dodged. The bald man and the others laughed in their hearts. They were about to give him a few shots when they moved the gun muzzle.

They did not know Zhao Xiaoming's strange marksmanship.

Farther away, Diana saw it. Under the Backlight, although she could not see it clearly, with her sixth sense, she could tell that it was Zhao Xiaoming. She raised her gun excitedly and did not care how far away it was. A shuttle shot into the air in this direction. She raised her voice and shouted, Zhao Xiaoming!

"Zhao Xiaoming, Zhao Xiaoming, my. . . "

Zhao Xiaoming had already opened fire. Five or six bullets were fired at him. His accuracy was a bit poor, and he had only killed one. He quickly squatted down and squatted on the ground, complaining in a low voice:

"Damn it, it's your turn. Just now, I took care of you and my feet were numb from fatigue. "

The bald bandit was so angry that he couldn't catch him. Zhao Xiaoming had appeared from that direction and even launched a sneak attack.

Without a doubt, Huang Guzhu was dead. This fellow was preparing to escape.

The bandits changed their direction and ran towards the right.

They had already run four to five meters away, but no one noticed that someone had barged in.

It was Huang Yuanzhu. He was now full of strength. After running into the crowd and taking a few steps, a bandit suddenly looked at him from the side. He laughed and said, "Hey, new one. . . "

As he spoke, he suddenly raised the machine gun and aimed it at the bandit's neck. An idea flashed through his mind: a sharp blade cutting foam!

The fellow did not make a sound and fell heavily to the ground.

When the companion beside the fellow saw that he had fallen, he slowed down his footsteps and looked over. The muzzle of the gun in Huang's hand was already aimed at his mouth.

This time, something bad happened. Before it was inserted into his mouth, Huang had stabbed his head into pieces.

"Yellow Devil, I'm here. . . " Huang Yuanzhu raised the machine gun, as if he was a former commander playing with a baton. He swung it from left to right and threw it at the two guys in front of him.

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the air!

The sound of bones breaking!

The screams of the bandit soldiers!

All kinds of sounds interweaved, and Huang Guzhu said indifferently, "Our parents are watching, Qiang Zi must be anxious. "