"The bald eagle was also killed."
Bu Chen's face turned even darker.
The attack that had been so easy and sure now looked a little bad.
The opponent has a very powerful master who is attacking unscrupulously from the outside.
So many men did not cause him any harm at all.
The most unbearable thing is that even a veteran like the Bald Eagle died under that man's knife between two encounters.
With such skill, he is probably a big threat to himself.
Bu Chen's thoughts changed and he felt a little anxious.
At this time, he turned around to help his men deal with the plum blossom sword master, and was now in a dilemma.
As long as the opponent drags on and fights, until the Yang family's combat power inside and outside the central hall is surrounded, he has no other choice but to retreat.
Bu Chen is known as Blood Hand, which sounds like he is a cruel and cruel person, but in fact he is not.
Instead, he likes to use tricks.
Whatever you do, do it first and then act.
Only when you are confident enough will you take action.
…
That day.
He was hiding in a convoy transporting heavy smoke. When he encountered Wang Ziqiao's brazen assassination, he did not take action immediately.
Instead, he waited and waited for the opportunity to make a move.
Even seeing Zhu Shiliang shot in the head by an assassin.
He was surprised to find that although the other party was young and didn't seem to have much experience in martial arts, his marksmanship was really accurate.
The two guns fired continuously, just like urging death to reap human lives.
Gunshots to the head.
There are no injured, only dead.
If it weren't for the fact that he had to change bullets midway and had to dodge the counterattack shots from dozens of people on his side, and just attack from a distance, he would probably be able to kill everyone in just a dozen breaths.
Originally, he had always thought that how could a mere killer who only knew how to shoot a gun and have ordinary skills achieve great fame?
It's nothing more than sensationalism, being shamelessly praised as the king of killers by some good people.
As the saying goes, there are no tigers in the mountains, but monkeys dominate.
The rhetoric of a frog in a well cannot be trusted.
But at that moment, he was really shocked.
If it was one-on-one, he wasn't even sure he could win the opponent.
This is true even if his martial arts skills are more than ten times better than that of that gunman.
After all, the attack range of guns is long, and it will take time to get to the opponent's side, no matter how fast you are.
At this time, the opponent has been able to fire several shots in a row, and the shots are deadly.
If you are not careful, your life may be in danger.
An ordinary gunman can still trace the target from aiming to pulling the trigger, and has enough time to dodge.
However, the killer's figure changes unpredictably when he draws the gun, and he can pull the trigger from any angle of his body...
Rolling and leaping.
It's like dancing.
Either at the bottom of the sleeve, or under the crotch, or more likely behind the shoulder, but it happened to be accurate.
Would you say it’s uncomfortable or not?
Therefore, Xueshou Buchen disguised himself as an ordinary thug, rolling and scurrying within ten steps of the opponent.
He suddenly burst out and paid the price of being shot in the flesh of his shoulder. He also used a cinnabar seal to mark the chest and abdomen of this terrible gunman.
Then, the second surprise happened.
After the man was injured, not only did he not die, but he ran away very quickly.
All he could see was that the trousers of his legs were so collapsed that they were about to burst. His long legs were striding high and he quickly ran into the forest, making him unable to catch up.
He also didn't dare to pursue him. He was afraid of being hit by the enemy's back-horse attack.
Bu Chen was determined to win the counter-attack, but he failed just like that.
He injured the assassin, but didn't leave him alive.
Zhu Shiliang and some of his men died on the spot.
The escorted Da Yan was also pulled by the injured horse in the carriage, and ran madly down the cliff and fell into the mud at the bottom of the cliff.
Seeing a large amount of goods sinking to the bottom of the mud, Bu Chen could only become ruthless and must kill the opponent.
Of course, you can only be cruel.
He couldn't find the killer.
Fortunately, the other party was injured.
It will get heavier and heavier.
The unique heat poison of cinnabar palm is extremely difficult to deal with. If you want to completely get better, you need luck and time.
While the injury is not healing, the assassin is just a piece of meat on the chopping board. As long as he is found, it will be his death.
Because, without that kind of dexterous footwork and body skills to assist, his marksmanship would be traceable and he could hide.
So, he went from following clues to destroying the Chen family...
Then they doubted the Yang family, tried to attack, and finally determined the target and finally launched a general attack.
After a lot of hard work, I finally found someone.
this time.
Never fail.
Only in this way can you wash away your own stains.
No matter how big the loss is, it is still worth it.
…
Although I feel it is worth it.
However, when he really saw the heavy losses of his men, his bloody hands were still heavy, his eyebrows were beating wildly, and his heart was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.
Among the Qing Gang, they are not all monolithic.
Everyone has their own elite subordinates who report directly to them.
This is their confidence to maintain their status and suppress the rebel forces.
Bu Chen guards the opium shop and collects money. Every day, mountains and seas of money are put into his account.
Food and clothing are the most delicate and expensive things.
Being able to sit and laugh with some foreign bosses and high-level government officials depends on nothing but the hard work and hard work of my subordinates.
Those noble people always have some things that they need to take action on their own.
We also need these gunmen and thugs to keep things secret and quiet.
This is where his strength lies.
Can't wait any longer.
He knew that if that guy who was as ferocious and murderous as a ghost eliminated all the men he had deployed on the perimeter...
This game is not about catching a turtle in a urn, but it becomes a "sheep entering the tiger's mouth", or "going to the meeting alone".
At that time, I felt extremely sour when I thought about beating up a group of people on my own.
'Unexpectedly, there is a more dangerous swordsman hidden outside. It seems to be a plum blossom boxer, and it is definitely not Wu Zhongda. '
'Since we are quietly dodging and fighting guerrillas, we don't dare to fight head-on.
This proves that this person's martial arts are still lacking, and he must not have reached the stage of muscle training.
Insufficient strength and lack of confidence to block my full attack...'
'As long as the plum blossom swordsmen on the outside and the powerful gunmen inside are not allowed to join forces, there will be no serious problem. '
Thinking of this, Bu Chen did not hesitate any longer.
He was familiar with the trick of "lubing the snake out of its hole" and often achieved good results.
The reason why this kind of strategy has been circulated for many years is that others can see through it at a glance and will be fooled from time to time.
It's because such a simple strategy often hits the enemy's pain points.
Even if you know it's a trick, you still have to fall for it.
That's it.
Bu Chen let out a long roar.
Flying and striding away.
The feet stepped on like wild bulls, causing the bricks and hard rocks to crack and break.
As his body moved forward, he put his palms together and slightly retracted his fingers to form plum blossom palm prints. With two puffs, he struck the guard who turned around and aimed his gun.
The two of them only had time to make a short groan, and without firing the guns in their hands, the whole chest collapsed with a crash.
Two limp bodies, with vests bulging out like palm prints, spurted out blood in mid-air. After falling to the ground and struggling twice, they died.
'If you don't come out, I will force you to come out. '
Bu Chen sneered and opened his mouth to shout.
"Wang Xiaoqiao, you have already killed everyone in the Chen family, are you going to kill everyone in the Yang family?"
His voice had a metal-like vibrato, sharp and harsh, and he was provoking while letting go to kill.
He slapped it down with his backhand and slapped the old man who was responsible for taking care of the garden on the head.
The pale head was hit by a palm in the neck, and only a little hair could be seen.
The sound of gunshots all around was like popping beans.
Bu Chen smiled disdainfully.
He reached out and grabbed the two men's necks, blocking them in front of him. Puff puff, countless blood splashed from the two bodies.
But Bu Chen, who was hiding tightly behind and spinning his body, collided with a maid in the east courtyard.
Before the little girl could say a word, all her bones were broken like mud, and she fell to the ground, motionless.
This guy is worthy of his nickname: Bloody Hand. He kills people like he kills chickens without even frowning.
Fierce as hell.
…
Within the nave.
Yang Shoucheng had tears in his eyes.
Liang Yingzhen's lips trembled and her face turned pale.
Wang Xiaoqiao held both guns in his hands, his long and narrow eyes narrowed to a slit.
But Wu Zhongda was so angry that he smashed the bonsai in front of the door with one punch.
As soon as he collided with him, he opened the door and rushed out.
"Insulting ordinary people is nothing. Come on, Bu Chen, fight me."
Bu Chen grinned in a bloodthirsty arc, looking at Wu Zhongda who was charging like a mad tiger, but he didn't care at all.
From the corner of his eye, he passed through the half-open door and saw the inside of the nave, paying no attention to the other people.
One glance locked on a pale-faced young man holding a gun, and he suddenly smiled.
The strategy doesn’t have to be old-fashioned, as long as it’s easy to use.
A direct attack on the heavily guarded central hall was naturally the next step.
But as long as you lure people out one by one, they will kill them like a handful.
…
PS: One day, I passed by someone else’s balcony. It was so colorful and beautiful.
I thought about it for a long time and finally decided.
I also want to grow flowers.
I excitedly ran to the market to buy my favorite potted plant and put it on my balcony.
I smiled with satisfaction.
…
A few days later, I went to the balcony to take a look.
The flower withered...
So, I pulled out the flowers.
Stop envying other people’s balconies.
…
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