He heard Ye Xiaobai's question outside the yard, and he felt nervous and said, "Come on, come on, I'll take you into the gate of hell." He heard another person say, "Boss Bei is in the villa!" He couldn't help but be extremely angry: "The spy who got in there, let me catch him and skin him."

Sweat was dripping with sweat, and my nerves were tense. Since I couldn't see the object, I could only calculate the general situation in my mind: this hanged dog, released female corpse, and threw feces into the gangster, as long as you walk in, hehe...

Just as I was thinking about it, a 500,000 bonus was approaching, suddenly a huge force surged from my back. A big hole was broken on the door panel behind me, and the wood slag was fluttering, and even the fixed screws were twisted, and the back was instantly pressed so hard that it could not breathe.

That was the consequence of Ye Xiaobai's shooting.

The bullet exploded the door panel and continued to fly forward, smashing the exquisite carved glass in the entrance hall, inserted it straight into the opposite wall, and exploded large pieces of cement, lime, sand, and wood chips. The power was perfect, and the only disadvantage was that Captain Chen could not see it with his own eyes. Even so, he was shocked and sweated when he heard the sound and analyzed the general situation.

"Whoever is ambushing inside, get out automatically, don't let your heart be hearted."

A figure suddenly popped up on the balcony on the second floor, and a shot at Ye Xiaobai was shot. The fire broke out, and the bullet drilled from top to bottom into his shoulder and came out from behind.

He was too careless. He only cared about showing off his charm and was not careful about the enemy who was watching in the dark.

Ye Xiaobai brought up a bunch of blood and fell backwards. Instead, he sold more space to the enemy. Another gunshot made the bullet penetrate his lower abdomen.

The large group of people led by Nandi arrived and shot aimlessly at the second floor, suppressing the man who was putting the cold gun back. There were more than forty rooms in the villa. There were more than ten windows facing them, each window was closed tightly, with a light on, and a thick curtain was pulled on. Under the random guns, all the glass exploded. The curtains were riddled with holes, and beams of light were emitted.

Fang Guilong, the new master of Yuanhu Road Hall, rushed forward, and saw Ye Xiaobai's face pale and a pool of blood under his body. The Terminator's aura that had been gathered with hard work was gone. He waved Fang Guilong, narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed the shotgun and raised it with one hand, and raised his last strength to aim at the second window on the second floor of the northwest corner to pull the trigger.

At this moment, a man carrying a gun had just flashed through the window. The glass was scattered, and the water chestnuts reflected the lights in the courtyard, as if they were a dazzling firework. The warhead shot into his left temple accurately.

It seemed that the balloon was stabbed with a needle, and the man's head exploded. The room was covered with brain, blood, hair and bone slag. A large amount of blood was sprayed onto the window and floated out, as if there was a thrilling blood rain.

Many of the speed party gangsters who had never seen a real killing scene stepped on the brakes, enjoying this terrifying scene, looking at each other, all sweating profusely.

"Mom, I dare to be ignorant..." Ye Xiaobai was shocked by the recoil of the shotgun and broke the wound even bigger. A burst of tiredness surged into his heart and slowly closed his eyes. Fang Guilong hurriedly called someone else to take him to the hospital.

Nandi rushed into the villa with his men. After several firefights, the bodyguards were outnumbered and gradually cleaned up and surrendered. The servants had been dismissed and valuables had been transferred.

In the master bedroom south of the second floor, they found Bei Mingjun's wife Zhan Yueshang curled up alone on the sofa, dressed neatly, staring at the white wall with dull eyes, as if full of thoughts.

Nandi walked in with a smile and said, "Isn't this a famous model Miss Zhan? Why did you get along with that beast Bei Mingjun?"

Zhan Yueshang still couldn't sit still, and seemed to hear it. Seeing that she had no reaction, Nandi immediately became excited and pulled out his pistol and said, "Where has Bei Mingjun gone? Tell me quickly, otherwise it will ruin your appearance."

Zhan Yueshang shook his head blankly.

Brother Nan spat out a big spit and said, "It's really a shame. If it weren't for the party rules of the speeding party, you would have to be the one who would have to do it." Seeing that the balcony behind was vaguely lit, the figure swayed, he immediately cheered up and signaled the people behind to watch, and kicked the door open with a gun.

A bonfire was burning in the center of the rear balcony with an area of ​​about fifty square meters. The firewood was stacked well and there was quite a bit of idleness in the middle. The bonfire was burning very vigorously. As the night wind blew, a series of sparks flew from time to time. Even Nandi could feel the heating coming more than ten meters away.

There were two fur cushions beside the bonfire, with one person on each of them. It was Liao Xuebing and Bei Mingjun. They sat cross-legged, and all kinds of foods and seasonings were scattered around them.

Several empty wine bottles were lying on the ground. Lao Liao was wearing a gray security uniform and loosened two buttons on the front. It seemed that he had secretly grabbed an unlucky security guard and then peeled his clothes and mixed in. They seemed to have not had enough time to drink.

Nandi was stunned. What was going on? Are they okay? How could two mortal enemies sit together to hold a bonfire party?

Neither of them spoke, Lao Liao rubbed his hands, grabbed the red wine and gulped a few times, and peeled it

A few peanuts were put into their mouths, and then the peanut shells were thrown into the bonfire, watching the peanut shells burning to ashes.

Her face was red by the fire. She forked a sausage with a fork and put it on the fire to bake. The grease slowly dripped out, fell on the burning fire, and a string of oil smoke rose.

The wind was blowing towards Bei Mingjun, and all the smoke hit his face, frowned and squinted. Seeing that Lao Liao was baking so easily, he didn't say anything after all.

We fought downstairs to death. Ye Xiaobai and several other brothers were seriously injured. When did Brother Bing sneak in? He also controlled Bei Mingjun? This is really damn outrageous!

Seeing Lao Liao waved his hand to him, Nandi took his brothers with doubts and retreated from the door.

Before Ye Xiaobai was still gathering people on Zhuque Street, Liao Xuebing had already arrived at the villa and grabbed a single security guard to change his clothes. Then he talked about the situation. He simply did it all the time and seized an opportunity to successfully get onto the third floor. He walked into Bei Mingjun's dormitory and pointed at his head with the desert eagle. Thinking about the fact that he had nothing to do, he lit a bonfire on the balcony to eat barbecue, blocked the news about him, the bodyguard and others, and waited for Captain Chen to call for instructions and then responded based on Lao Liao's intention.

Zhan Yueshang cried, and Bei Mingjun suppressed her anger and gave her a few solid slaps, but she didn't understand the man's affairs, so she was so depressed that she couldn't think about it in the bedroom.

"Bei Mingjun, I am really surprised that you have come to this point today." Lao Liao took a bite of the sausage and started chewing it.

Bei Mingjun smiled bitterly: "Your strength surprised me even more. My only move is to miss you, which will lead to your own consequences, which will lead to today's fate. I can't beat you, so if you want to kill, take action."

"Why? I'm impatient with living? In Lihua Town, I bought several large pig cages to put the living people in it, and then paraded with a ox cart. I think although Bei Shixiang couldn't see anything, he must have hoped that this scene would happen. What do you think?"

Bei Mingjun's face had not changed at all, as if the feelings had disappeared in his heart, and he said coldly: "You can do whatever you want, I have never seen torture before, but the one who frowned was not a hero. If you are a real man, please give me some pleasure."

Lao Liao grabbed the desert eagle and rotated it in his hand, suddenly jumped up, shouting, "Damn, I just want to beat you up." He stepped across the fire and stepped onto his face with big leather boots.

He was really moody when he said that, Bei Mingjun was unwilling to be humiliated and quickly retreated, but he was still sitting, caught off guard and almost rolled down. As soon as he retreated, Liao Xuebing's leather boots fell down and stepped on his vagina.

"Ah!" Bei Mingjun rolled around with his lower body. Sometimes the severe pain in his body cannot be resisted by strong willpower, not to mention that his perseverance is not very strong.

"Oh, you don't seem to be very happy." Lao Liao sat back on his original cushion, sprinkled some seasonings on the sausages, and slowly roasted them on the bonfire, the fragrance became even more intense.

Bei Mingjun spat out a sip of saliva and got up, and rushed to the balcony. There was a small place that stretched out on the second floor. As long as you ensure that you jump to that place and then transfer immediately, you can get rid of the entanglement of this devil. The risk is very high, and you can't see the place clearly in the dark night, so you can easily jump wrong, and you will fall directly from the third floor to the ground, breaking your tendon and breaking your bones.

Although it was a gambling game, Liao Xuebing was guarding the front and his subordinates were blocked in the room. As long as they stayed alive, they would still have a chance to make a comeback. If they died, they would be gone.

Old Liao fucked, grabbed the desert eagle with his hand and tweaked it in the fire. A firewood with flames and smoke flew over, just hitting Bei Mingjun while running. His right foot just stepped on the railing and was hit hard. Mars splashed everywhere, and countless bubbles were burning.

His body immediately lost its direction and slid away. Before he could jump to the protruding eaves on the second floor that had been calculated in his mind, he had already fallen downwards. In the crisis, he grabbed the railings tightly. He hung in the air, kicking his legs randomly. He looked at his feet and said that this was the third floor. The first floor was the reception hall, and guests were also welcomed from time to time, so the dome designed at that time was very high and six meters high, and the room on the second floor was also four meters, which was enough to kill people.

He was extremely stubborn and was in a critical moment. He knew that Liao Xuebing would never take the initiative to help. Speaking for help would only add humiliation to himself. He even held back and tried to climb up with both hands. Of course, he knew very well in his heart that Liao Xuebing would also execute him after climbing up, but this is the mentality of a person. He would not give up until the last moment. It would rather live a few more minutes than "living" at least!
Chapter completed!