There are several types of people in this world that are best not to be messed with, and one of them is the desperado.
As the saying goes, if you are willing to be killed, the emperor will pull him off.
Now it's too late for the lobby manager to regret it.
Song Ziyu pressed the muzzle of the gun against the manager's head. The special material of the gun muzzle made the lobby manager's face deformed.
Anyone could tell that the lobby manager was scared.
At first glance, Song Ziyu seemed to be in control of the situation.
but it is not the truth.
Song Ziyu's expression was very ugly.
Being inexplicably forced to this point, regardless of the outcome, in fact, I have already lost.
Do not touch the porcelain with the tiles.
Who am I? Who is this lobby manager?
If he had to personally take action against the lobby manager, he would have already fallen behind.
Song Ziyu sighed secretly, even if he defeated this guy, even if he destroyed this blind thing with one shot, so what?
Wasn't he also made disgraced by others?
and……
Song Ziyu looked around and found that the sound of fighting had attracted more hotel security guards and onlookers. The place where he was was already surrounded!
Such an environment is not conducive to one's escape.
damn it!
At this time, there were actually many guests who had entered the hotel and were walking towards us. It seemed that eating melon had no regard for social status.
Song Ziyu’s face was ashen!
Being watched by so many people.
Damn it!
I seem to be on the verge of social death.
The more Song Ziyu thought about it, the angrier he became. Then he turned on the safety of the pistol and put the muzzle of the gun against the manager's temple: "This is all because of you. You have pushed me to this point, so you are considered talented. Believe it or not, it doesn't matter. Whatever happens next, I will blow your head off immediately."
Sweat was pouring down the manager's face.
At this time, this guy finally knew he was afraid.
"No, I was shot. There must be some misunderstanding." The lobby manager wanted to lighten the atmosphere.
But some people simply don't give it a chance.
At this tense moment, Brother Li and the others who were watching the excitement not far away shouted excitedly:
"Shoot!"
"As long as you dare to shoot, I will respect you as a man."
"That's right, do it quickly."
"My son won't do anything."
"If I were you, I would kill every fish and destroy the net."
"Afraid of a ball, eighteen years later he is a good man again."
Brother Li and his men made boos and jeers. The jeers were obviously very inflammatory. They not only added fuel to the fire, but also made the emotions of both parties tense.
Song Ziyu was extremely passive at this time. He was simply riding a tiger, and the situation was a bit out of control.
"Put down the gun!"
"How dare you make trouble here?"
"You are so brave!"
"If you put down your gun and confess, you will be lenient; if you resist, you will be harsh."
"Everyone prepare."
"There are thugs here and they need support."
"Go get the sniper."
The number of security personnel coming to support from the surrounding areas was increasing, and Song Ziyu was trapped in the center. The matter was completely beyond the scope of Song Ziyu's ability to handle.
Song Ziyu suddenly realized a problem!
The identity and status of the lobby manager in his hands are completely insufficient to become a "hostage" with enough weight to be used against others.
How is this good?
Before Song Ziyu could come up with a solution, the hotel manager who was pointed at a gun suddenly felt confident when he saw other people coming to support him.
"Hey hey hey hey, you're going to shoot?" The manager tried to calm down and actually started talking to stimulate Song Ziyu.
"I don't believe you have the guts to shoot!"
Seeing that Song Ziyu had not yet pulled the trigger, the manager's expression gradually became ferocious.
"Boy, I bet you don't have bullets in your gun..."
The manager roared, almost like crazy.
The lobby manager is betting his life.
boom!
Bang bang!
The three gunshots were deafening.
The bullet grazed the lobby manager's head, leaving three bullet holes in the ground.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Song Ziyu grabbed the handle of the gun and hit the manager's head directly. The manager's head was shot open on the spot.
The manager, who was in pain, screamed: "Kill me if you dare! If you kill me, you will all pay with your lives... hiss... ouch."
Song Ziyu's face was ashen, and the fingers holding the gun were extremely pale.
Indeed!
Killing this manager is like a little ant, but how can you escape unscathed after killing him?
In other words, there is no way to escape tonight!
"Get ready to break out." Song Ziyu whispered to his subordinates.
"Boss, we are blocked behind you."
A Longshan soldier responded.
"Boss...look!"
Another Longshan soldier looked at the tall building in the distance. Song Ziyu glanced at it and discovered the inadvertent refraction of light, which was the sniper rifle being adjusted.
Song Ziyu's heart sank to the bottom.
"When the fight starts, you run away. No matter what, you must survive."
Song Ziyu said to Duan Yin'er apologetically, "I'm really sorry for bringing you into this."
Duan Yin'er, who looked pale, also realized that the situation at this time was not good.
"Don't panic, there's still me!" Duan Yin'er took the initiative to step out of the crowd and said loudly: "I am Duan Yin'er, and my father is Duan Longxin, the envoy of the Zhizhou Army Guard..."
Duan Yin'er used her own unique trick of "reporting her father's name".
At any time in the past, as long as Duan Yin'er used this move, any troubles in any situation could be easily solved.
Because my father's name is the passport in Zhizhou, it is quite easy to use.
Duan Yin'er thinks about it, it should be the same today.
However, today's situation was like seeing a living ghost. After Duan Yin'er announced her father's name, she didn't get any of the expected results. She was greeted with only a burst of ridicule.
Li Geer and others took the lead in cheering: "Nine out of the ten people who came here today are military governors, and you are nothing like a military guard."
"that is!"
"How can you be embarrassed and embarrassed?"
"I don't know if it's true or not."
"Maybe it's fake?"
"I think there's a good chance he's a little liar."
"Don't even think about it. What kind of status is the military guard? My daughter will be dressed like a rickshaw driver. If you don't tell others, they will think she is a low-end version of Camel Xiangzi."
"Ha ha ha ha."
With Brother Li and his gang taking the lead, Duan Yin'er's identity immediately became a mystery.
"Don't let them leave, these people are all liars!"
The manager recovered from the pain and let out a hysterical roar.
"Shut up." Song Ziyu was a bit out of his wits. Faced with this kind of brat who wanted to be a martyr, Song Ziyu seemed to be unable to think of how to punish him for a while.
At this time, Yin'er felt frustrated and was trembling with anger.
"What should I do? I seem to have become a fake."
Duan Yin'er retreated to Song Ziyu and said with a cry.
Only then did the girl realize that she was afraid.
"When the fight breaks out, you can run away and I will take the rear personally."
Song Ziyu was heartbroken and knew that there was nothing he could do today, so he began to load the pistol in public.
Because he came to the dinner party, Song Ziyu brought weapons
Very few, just a pistol for self-defense.
But this does not prevent Song Ziyu from killing people and grabbing guns.
