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Luo Yajun appeared swaggeringly at the door and directly cosplayed Rambo. His arrogant posture with a cigarette in his mouth was like silently shouting that you are all surrounded by labor and capital.

Although Detective Luo is a little bald and his middle-aged body is reminiscent of Maitreya Buddha, but this guy has nothing to do with compassion. With a submachine gun in his hand, he directly swept away everything that moved and jumped.

The gangsters who were closer to the door were stunned by the grenade, and some were knocked down by the shock wave, and they were in a trance Exceeded.

There is a saying that Namo Gatling Bodhisattva has six large clean pipes, which turn 3,600 times in one breath, and save the world with great mercy.

What? There are monsters?

Eat the old man's six clean armor-piercing bullets!

Facts have proved that times have changed, and chanting scriptures is not as effective as guns.

Of course, Luo Yajun was mainly caught by surprise. There are a lot of enemies in the hall and not all of them are concentrated. Neither grenades nor bullet rain can suppress everyone.

After recovering, the gangsters quickly organized a counterattack. Although their quasi-head 8 Taihang rifles are no different from fire sticks in their hands most of the time, they can't stand their crowd.

Moreover, things like submachine guns are good at suppressing firepower, even if they don't aim at a large number of bullets and press them over, they still have suppressing power. Luo Yajun soon had to find cover to avoid, and the roulette table he covered was blown to pieces by the dense gunfire.

Chu Cheng found that this person might also be honest in his mouth. During the day, it is very common to talk lazily in front of myself about killing people, burying corpses and building human piles. What is said inside and outside the words is a posture of whoever cares about this kind of nosy matter, who cares who cares, and whoever cares who is SB. Not long after, he came to the community directly with a gun to send warmth.

Good guy, on the surface, some people seem to be leaving get off work at the end of the day, whoever works overtime and whoever is SB, but in the end, both of them sneak away from their teammates and sneak up to continue the laning.

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This is not acceptable.

In Chu Cheng's eyes, all the miscellaneous things in the hall were not only smugglers and murderers, but also experience packs for walking. Every time one of them was knocked down by Luo Yajun's bullets, it meant that Chu Cheng's hero points were a little less, and if rounded up, it would be a loss of 100 million.

Then this must not let Agent Luo stand alone.

A shooter came to attract firepower head-on, so Chu Cheng didn't have to be as cautious as before. Batman directly descended from the air under the cover of the shadow, and approached the two gangsters standing at the back with a cat on his waist, and directly hit them both out of sync with a move of double peaks.

The dense firepower and deafening gunfire covered the sound of his actions and attacks. In addition, everyone was concentrating on the opposite direction of Luo Yajun, and no one noticed that someone in the back row was stealing people.

It's very similar to when Chu Cheng played competitive games in the past, the back row was almost stabbed to the stomach, and the front faced the line like a deaf man. Observation of Yin.

To sum it up in one sentence.

It's useless.

You never know that your teammates are in Gan Shenmo.

Chu Cheng soon discovered that this Detective Luo also had a lot of things. One person faced so many opponents at the same time and suppressed them.

He moved and adjusted while shooting, always looking for cover to avoid the opponent's gun line, and at the same time constantly exposing the enemy in his field of vision through moving and adjusting.

If you look down from the perspective of God, it is comparable to the protagonist in the anti-war drama rushing into the enemy's camp, wearing a shield that is suspected of being an AT force field but actually the protagonist's halo, automatically immune to all bullets from the opponent, and single-handedly holding a **** box from Nantianmen Gan to Penglai East Road.

And such a nonsense picture has actually become a reality here. Luo Yajun seems to be able to see through each of them's intentions, understand each person's position, and be able to predict and avoid all gun lines.

He moves swiftly with various moves that should be premature for humans. The tables, chairs, and load-bearing columns were blown out, and debris flying all over the sky became a cover to help him hide from sight. And he can shoot without fail, even the enemy behind the bunker can be shot into a sieve by him finding a suitable angle.

In a short while, everyone in the hall was knocked to the ground.

Batman cut in from the rear of the enemy, walking on his knees the whole time, covered by gunshots and completely dark, plus he is a stealth master who is good at eliminating noise, so Luo Yajun didn't see him the whole time.

Just because you didn't see it doesn't mean you didn't notice it.

All twenty-two enemies in the hall were brought down. With a cigarette in his mouth and a gun on his shoulder, Luo Yajun stood up behind the gambling table full of bullet crater debris, walked through the hall full of blood and gunpowder smoke, and fell into deep thought.

If it were someone else, it might be difficult to judge how many of them were killed by themselves after such a fierce and chaotic shootout. To put it bluntly, a shootout like this is actually a confrontation with firepower.

Thousands of miles of fate are bound together, and whoever is killed depends entirely on fate. After finishing work, no one can tell who is on his side and who is lying.

But Luo Yajun is different. He knew exactly where each of his bullets went. There were twenty-two people in the hall. It looked as if he was in Rambo Wushuang, but he knew that he only killed nine of them.

The remaining thirteen were not overwhelmed by his firepower, but someone else.

The most frightening thing was that he could only reverse the conclusion that someone else was here through unreasonable results, but he didn't notice the existence of that person at all during the battle.

Luo Yajun frowned.

This kind of thing is almost unheard of. He is quite confident in his abilities, and every slight change in the battle situation, every enemy's position and intention is under his control. Even if the other party is a special person, he is confident that it is impossible to completely avoid his own eyes and ears.

But someone just did it.

It looked like he stood alone as a Terminator now, but he knew that wasn't true.

There is something else here. It is like a ghost, silently skimming over the fiery battle situation, wielding a transparent sickle like a **** of death.

It killed thirteen people casually, but he was in the middle of the battle without even realizing it.

"interesting."

After figuring this out, instead of fear, Luo Yajun laughed out loud. He looked around the messy and empty hall, lighted a new cigarette after grunting, and continued to walk in the depths stepping on the wreckage everywhere.

He couldn't find where the "ghost" was, so he simply stopped looking.

In any case, the purpose of his trip will not change.

In fact, the purpose is very simple. Luo Yajun feels that he should be regarded as a very easy-to-understand person. In his opinion, some people in the city are like maggots in the gutter, which is fine if you don't usually see them, but once you see them, you will feel sick all over your body, and if you don't get rid of them, you will never sleep well.

He wanted to come, so he came. Just like when he broke the neck of the **** in the interrogation room, it was just a whim.

Just like the billionaires in Gotham who put on capes and fly out to beat people up on a whim, Konoha's Erzhuzi always wants to ask someone to beat him up on a whim. People always have various hobbies when they have a whim, and Agent Luo's personal hobby happens to be deworming.

Besides, it was part of his plan to clean up the infection.

If all potential infection targets are killed, the infection will not be able to spread, right?

There are reasons and evidences, even he believes it himself.

Luo Yajun walked in front, and Batman followed silently in the shadows.

While operating Batman forward, Chu Cheng also felt a little strange in his heart.

Listening to the conversation of the two minions just now, their gang leaders should all gather inside for a meeting. The shootout just now was quite intense, it was so loud that Gan almost pierced through the ceiling.

This side has a single belt to steal the tower, and now they are all rushing to the crystal, but the gang of people inside have nothing to do. Even if it's a bastard, poking it should at least give some reaction, right?

Finding the internal conference room, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Luo Yajun first emptied the entire magazine through the door to show friendship. After shooting, he kicked the door open and strode in.

But there was no one there. But the table was in a mess, with smashed food and cigarette butts that had not been extinguished.

There are many indications that there were people here a few minutes ago.

Luo Yajun soon found an inconspicuous small door in the room. It seems that these **** have thought about the possibility of such a day when they first built the casino, and they have already prepared their way out.

The gang leaders who were in the meeting were indeed sneaking out through the back door under the leadership of their leader Nagase Tomohiko at this moment, and now they just ran into the underground parking lot.

Nagase Tomohiko was cursing while running from the bottom of his heart, and also felt that it was really evil recently.

The business was done by someone, and the mistress Bao found out that the mistress was the younger sister, and Duan Yu was actually myself.

Killing an unknown person casually turned out to be like bumping into a ghost these few days. He was so overwhelmed that he still hadn't figured out a single thing. Today, a group of crazy lunatics appeared out of nowhere to take him to his lair. It’s like being bitten by a dog when you go out, hit by a car while walking, drinking cold water between your teeth and buying a box of instant noodles, why don’t you give a fork...

But it doesn't matter.

He has worked his way up from the bottom of the organization to where he is now, and it is not uncommon for him to experience worse times. He is confident that he can make a comeback.

Snapped.

All the lights in the underground parking lot suddenly went out, and the endless darkness suddenly dominated the entire parking lot, and the leaders who were fleeing felt their hearts tense at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that made their hair stand on end seemed to be riding a cold wind, echoing in the empty parking lot.

They heard... laughter.