When he was almost at the edge of the crowd, Song Jian pushed the man forward, then spread his arms, jumped and threw four or five figures down. Because they were too close, they were all his own people, and the two or three figures standing on the side were unable to shoot. It was also during this breathing moment that Song Jian turned over and raised his elbow and shone on a person's lower abdomen. The moment the man stood up, Song Jian waved his dagger with his other hand and cut open his neck.

Three or four people on the side climbed up from the side and spread to both sides. Song Jian then got up and sucked one's wrist, pulled it hard in front of him, blocking his chest, and inserted the dagger into the man's wrist with the other hand. While the man screamed, the pistol landed. Song Jian pulled the gun to the crowd opposite you and started shooting at the crowd opposite you. While shooting wildly, he pushed the man forward. When he was halfway through, his forearm was shot, and he did not tie the man's neck. The man fell to the ground. The three people on the side stood up and pulled the trigger.

Song Jian's eyes were covered with blood. At this time, he was like crazy, without dodging. He lowered his head and hugged his head with his own hand, and jumped forward wildly. His head hit the head of a person on the side with a "bang!". After the man fell to the ground, Song Jian supported the ground with one hand from the side, jumped, and almost burst out all his potential. He raised his hand and grabbed the man's neck. At this moment, the man's gun had just been raised, and Song Jian had no time to dodge, and used his body to hold the man's gun. At the same time, Song Jian raised his hand and broke his neck. He snatched the gun from the man's hand with his other hand and shot the man's forehead with one shot. At the same time, it was almost

At the same time, on the other side, Thangka's body was still pressing against Wang Ying, and several people rushed over here, but the number was several fewer than that of Song Jian, and only five. When they rushed over, Song Jian had already been caught in the attacking crowd on the opposite side. They saw Thangka on the ground, and had not yet reacted. Wang Ying had no way out. They also pulled the trigger at these people, and knocked down two people in an instant. The remaining two people couldn't care so much now. They raised their guns and pointed them at Wang Ying on the ground. Wang Ying almost raised his hand and hugged his head, pressing Thangka on the body. The three people pulled the trigger frantically. In an instant, the three people finished bullets in one round.

Wang Ying was shot in the forearm, but most of the bullets fell down Thangka. Wang Ying gritted his teeth and pushed away Thangka's body. When he stood up from the ground, the three men opposite had changed the bullets again, and the muzzles were aimed at Wang Ying again. They were too close to him and there was no chance of reaction. Wang Ying subconsciously shook his head. At this moment, a big hand raised his hand and grabbed Wang Ying, pulling Wang Ying straight behind him. Then Song Jian raised his gun and pointed it at the three figures on the opposite side. He scolded and then pulled the trigger. He blew a person's head in the first shot. Then all the muzzles shot against the two figures on the opposite side.

The sound of gunfire around him kept coming, and Wang Ying saw all this, "Brother!" Wang Ying yelled, picked up a weapon from the ground, and pulled the trigger at the two figures on the opposite side. Soon, the men on the opposite side fell to the ground. Song Jian's blood was covered in his body, and now he could not tell where he was injured.

Seeing that the group of people fell down, Song Jian spat hard on the ground, all of which were full of blood. Wang Ying rushed to the side of Song Jian. He raised his hand and helped Song Jian. His eyes were a little confused. "Brother, don't scare me, hold on." Wang Ying said while carrying Song Jian. The two of them turned around and walked out. Just as they walked to the door and pushed open the door, at least five or six figures were standing there in front of the gate of the yard, as if they were holding the wind. When Wang Ying was holding Song Jian, especially Wang Ying's white hair, it was too eye-catching. These were all Thangka people.

"Bad! Kill them!"

After saying this, the group of people took out their weapons from the side and started shooting according to Wang Ying's side. Wang Ying subconsciously leaned back and fell to the ground with both Song Jian. Then Wang Ying kicked the door with one kick, and then locked the door directly from the inside.

Looking at Song Jian on the ground again, he was already spitting blood on his mouth, and almost all the places he could see were wounds. Wang Ying kept shaking his head, gritted his teeth, and helped Song Jian up from the ground, "Let's go." This time, Wang Ying was about to pull Song Jian up, and when Song Jian was about to get up, he suddenly pushed Wang Ying, and then he leaned against the wall. The blood from the corner of his mouth was still flowing out, staring at Wang Ying, his body was too weak. "Run, hurry up, run!" Wang Ying kept shaking his head. At this moment, his eyes were red.

There was already a sound of smashing the door and gunshots outside. At this moment, someone had climbed up the wall. Wang Ying raised the gun from the side and pointed the gun at the man. He shot the man down with one shot. The screaming outside became stronger and stronger, and the situation was extremely critical. Wang Ying hurriedly squatted down and raised his hand to pull Song Jian again.

Song Jian used one hand to suck Wang Ying's neck, and with the other hand, he directly grabbed Wang Ying's wrist. "I owe me, I have to pay it back, help me tell Zhang Fan, brother, brother, let's go first. Don't worry about me, I, I'm annoyed him." When Song Jian said this, he smiled at Wang Ying. The blood from the corner of his mouth was still flowing out. He looked doting about Wang Ying instead. He raised his hand and touched Wang Ying's forehead. At this moment, he really gave Wang Ying a kind of relatives and a kind of family feeling that elders treat the younger generation.

This touch made Wang Ying burst into tears in an instant. "Little bastard." Song Jian pushed Wang Ying away again and looked at the opposite side. His eyes when he looked at Wang Ying were full of reluctance. Soon, he shook his head and grabbed his pistol.

Wang Ying was completely crying. He looked at Song Jian leaning against the door. He knew that if he didn't leave at this time, he would never be able to leave. The blood from the corner of Song Jian's mouth was still flowing out. Seeing that Wang Ying was still moving, Song Jian turned his head and shouted and scolded Wang Ying, "Get out!" He scolded him very lightly. He had no strength anymore. Song Jian was not a person who was very good at expressing words. Wang Ying nodded.

"Brother, I will dig all the ancestral tombs of these people. Ah! Ah!!" Wang Ying yelled twice in a row, with tears on his face. He raised his hand and looked at his face with two mouths. After that, he turned around and left without saying a word. Song Jian looked at Wang Ying's back as he ran away, his eyes full of reluctance. After a moment, his eyes gradually became firm. He laughed, laughing and cursing, "This group of little sluts!"

He leaned against the side, holding a pistol, and looked at the wall outside, two more people jumped up one after another. Song Jian raised his gun and pulled the trigger twice in succession. The two figures fell to the ground in an instant. Song Jian had a smile on his lips and his eyes became more and more blurred. At this moment, the door outside was knocked open with a "bang!", and seven or eight figures rushed in. Song Jian raised his gun and was about to shoot. Just as Song Jian was about to shoot, he was kicked down by a man and kicked the gun in his hand to the ground. At the same time, the group of people directly surrounded Song Jian and pointed the gun at Song Jian.

Song Jian, the man who led the lead, has also seen him. He is also a subordinate of Thangka. He was not in the yard just now, so he must have really shot the wind outside the yard. These people's guns were aimed at Song Jian, and a person next to him came to report the situation directly. "Tangka and the others are finished, Wang Ying ran away, and they ran over the wall from behind." Hearing this sentence, Thangka's subordinate spat on the side. They looked at Song Jian here with a fierce expression.

Song Jian's eyes were filled with contempt, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was still flowing out, but at this moment, his eyes were bright and bright, "Little Bad." Song Jian cursed. In an instant, everyone pulled the trigger and shot at Song Jian on the ground. A whole shuttle bullet was all shot. Song Jian's entire body fell to the ground. The subordinate of the Thangka looked up at the people around him, "Go to chase Wang Ying, Wang Ying drank poisonous wine, ran far, he wanted to see people alive, and die to see the corpse!" After saying that, all of the people hurriedly left.

Only the body of Song Jian was covered in blood. He fell there, his eyes were very peaceful. In less than a minute, an old lady appeared beside Song Jian. There was still a small cart behind her. The old lady was the person who bought watermelons with Wang Ying. The old lady looked calm. Looking at Song Jian who had no breath at all, she sighed and dragged Song Jian's body from the side. As soon as she tried, she pushed the body to her cart. Then the old lady got up and left. While pushing the cart, she took out a phone call from her pocket. "No, the group of people in Thangka have rebelled. Song Jian was killed. Yinzi's whereabouts are unknown now. Please transfer someone to help."

Qingfeng Town happened to be in the market today. The crowds were surging during the day and the passenger flow was also huge at night. It was already this time, and the town was still in chaos. Wang Ying was walking in an alley. Listening to the surrounding movements, he was very anxious. His mind was full of Song Jian's shadow. His tears kept flowing down. You must know that Song Jian and Huixue Fanxiao had a relationship with Wang Ying for more than ten years. He met Wang Ying when he was still at the grand event. Thinking of everything about Song Jian, Wang Ying could not control his inner emotions at all. He regretted it so much that he was about to jump out of the alley. At this moment, a group of people opposite him appeared anxiously.
Chapter completed!