C467 You've Learned to be Smart

"Shoot, shoot. What if you shoot? I don't know what to do either. Fatty, your business is big, it's a hotel. Quickly think of something. "

Liang Shuai had been worried about this for a long time. He just didn't dare to think about it any further. Now that it was clear, he was looking around in fear.

There was nothing he could do about it. His eyes were full of people. Only the few of them had yellow skin. It was not easy to look for them from above.

With so many people, only the beauty on stage was the most conspicuous. She is talking like a river, millions of eyes are staring at her.

"What's there to be afraid of? If you want to fight, you have to hit that woman first. Who knows who we are?

They think they are all black. They definitely don't know who we are. Marshal, learn from them. This is called wisdom. "

Fatty Liu's brain was really sharp. He immediately remembered.

With this point of view, it didn't mean that it was completely safe. The commander agreed perfunctorily, but he just did not move. Hiding behind Fatty, he felt that it would be safer this way.

"Move aside, move aside, you don't have eyes. . . " Suddenly, Someone behind Fatty and the others shouted loudly.

When they heard the word gun, it was as if the two of them had encountered a poisonous snake. They turned around slowly, afraid of being shot twice.

When they saw who it was, they were immediately overjoyed.

Officer Jimmy and Doctor Anton came with a large group of people.

The people behind them were all dressed in camouflage clothing and carried long black spears.

These spears were not sniper rifles or machine guns, they looked strange. The long chain of bullets hung down, looking very powerful.

Jimmy walked to Fatty Liu and whispered, "We researched it ourselves. It's a fake! If I learn from you, I have to be a bit bad. I can't beat too many people. It's not a problem to scare them. "

Liang Shuai was amused. He went up to them and said happily, "Guys, what war are you fighting? Do your security work well. It's the same whether you come or not. Do they dare to make a move?

Who dares to throw a bundle of money at me? I can crush the door of his house. "

In any case, there was no need to pay taxes for bragging. Fatty Liu quickly tried to smooth things over and said, "Guys, we're only afraid of shooting now. We'll fight to the death in two places. This place will depend on you guys. "

Although Jimmy had retired, his body was also covered in bullet marks. He was a soldier who had narrowly escaped death. Later on, he had retired due to work loss. He looked at Jimmy and found that he was quite professional in observation.

Pointing at the three high points nearby, he turned around to make arrangements and said:

"Two of them go up to one place and look down. They take care of the nightclub. Remember, if you hide, show me two-thirds of your gun. That must be two-thirds of your gun. "

A group of mysterious gunmen began climbing up the walls and houses. Each of them found a natural bunker and pointed their guns in all directions.

Fatty Liu saw it. Just now, there were at least a dozen guys standing inside the tea-colored glass of the nightclub. Now that their figures were moving, it meant that they had found some firepower support.

If Liang Shuai and Fatty Liu knew what was going on in the nightclub, they would definitely scare him to the point of pissing his pants.

John was holding two iron balls in his hands. He walked around leisurely, surrounded by a few bodyguards. He was taking a walk on the stairs.

Beside him, there were bandits standing against the wall. Each of them had a cold expression on their faces, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The muzzle of their gun was emitting a faint cold air. In their opinion, as long as they gave the order, they would immediately rush out and fire crazily at the dark crowd.

Moreover, Little Hubert and the others had just been interrogated.

The big guy looked at Hubert agilely. He turned around and looked inside. He turned around and said with a cold smile:

"Kid, you want to know the secret inside? No, only reliable brothers inside can know. There are also dead people. You belong to the second type. "

As he spoke, this fellow walked over. He raised his spear diagonally and looked like he was about to smash little Hubert.

"The task given by Big Brother must be completed. What should he do?"

He thought to himself. He heard someone walking over behind him. Needless to say, it must be Tyson. Thus, he shouted loudly, "Work in peace. Didn't I tell you? You can't watch blindly. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly turned his head and threw a hook at Tyson's lower abdomen.

Tyson was so nervous that his entire body was trembling. He was completely unprepared. He was in so much pain that his eyes were wide open. Then, he squatted on the ground.

Little Hubert pushed him hard and said in a low and alert voice:

"Pretending to be dead. "

He couldn't care about what was happening behind him and stepped on Tyson's stomach. He turned his head and said in sweat, "Boss, this guy has heart disease. He has had it since he was young. We agreed to go to Edward Hospital for a checkup tomorrow. He had a fever just now. He said it was Ebola. You guys hide. I will bring him back. "

The big guy turned his head and saw that Tyson's face had turned yellow, and his saliva was dripping down. He was groaning, and his whole body was stinky. He continued to watch.

"Artificial respiration. Otherwise, he would have died here. " Little Hubert clumsily pressed down on Tyson's chest and encouraged himself. He suddenly exerted force on his palm, and Tyson vomited. He raised his head and almost sat up.

Before he could sit up, he spat out a lump of dirty stuff.

This was for the big guy to see. He immediately turned his head away. He had wanted to ask something, but he heard someone call him to leave.

The two of them sat on the ground in shock. Just as they were about to heave a sigh of relief, they heard someone in the kitchen shouting for them to leave. Someone cursed angrily: "What is this? Where's our partner?"

The two of them covered their stomachs and pretended to be pitiful as they slowly walked towards the kitchen.

Right now, the nightclub was facing a great enemy. They said that there was something inside, and it was very likely that it was that living thing.

The more than 200 bandits split up into several groups and headed towards the execution ground at high speed.

Although Director Niles, who was in charge of the police station, was unwilling to take the risk of going to the execution ground, he clearly knew that Hussein was paying attention to this matter. Thus, he did not stay idle and spread out a lot of people from the police station. All of them were changed into plain clothes and were scouting the streets and alleys.

With so many bandits moving out, they more or less received the news and immediately sent the situation to the bastide.

In the northern outskirts of the law field, next to it was a public recruitment that extended for several kilometers, next to it was a primitive forest.

Strange tree branches and leaves were everywhere. In the dense, black forest, the cries of beasts could be heard. Groups of crows were circling above their heads. They seemed to be able to sense that with so many people here, a common fight would soon break out.

They were almost at the execution ground. Xiao Qiangbing sat in the car and gave Zhao Xiaoming a look. He said somewhat mysteriously:

"You ask if it's technical or not, Zhao Xiaoming said. Where's the fat guy? It's the big fat guy. Fatty Liu, has his equipment been repaired?

There's also the generator. "

These things were all handled by Monika. She was driving a modified Big jeep and didn't even have a car plate. She had already arrived at the designated location with a group of female police officers.

When it came to Fatty Liu, Zhao Xiaoming's fat body shifted and he struggled to turn his head to look at the yellow root pillar behind him.

Huang was focused on the sky outside the car. He raised his thumb and gestured, muttering to himself:

"The basic infrastructure of water and electricity is not good. The communication is also good. Otherwise, how much mobile phones can be sold for?"

What was he looking at? In front of him was a toolbox with a middle number. Piles of wrenches and pliers were placed there.