The tongue of flames lit up in the dark alley.

The dim light of the street light shone at the entrance of the alley. The moment the gunshot sounded, the bullet rubbed the wall and dripped into the thin Jewish arm.

"ah--"

Harold screamed with a scream. The burly figure beside him had already rushed to the entrance of the alley. The first person to chase him raised his gun and had not pulled the trigger. The next second, the fist covered with calluses swung across the line, causing the sound of the wind to roar.

The fist slammed over the gun and touched the man's head. The flesh on his cheeks instantly squeezed into a ball, bursting open, and blood beads oozed out of the crack, revealing the white frontal bones and jawbones.

The dim street lights shone through people's shadows and flew up, hitting the alley walls. With a bang, the thick red marks showed a trace of people.

"Harold?"

Wang Ruhu looked slightly, glanced at the corner of his eyes, and called Harold behind him, but he disappeared. His eyes moved forward. In the street opposite, in the street lights, the thin Jew was running across the sidewalk with his arms in his arms, and his voice was shouting from afar.

"I'll find reinforcements for you~~"

"This guy...is injured and still runs so fast."

The moment Wang Ruhu retracted his gaze, he almost instinctively turned sideways. Another gunshot in the alley was heard. The bullet rubbed his arm and hit the street lights. The moment sparked, on the sidewalk in the distance, a familiar voice "Ah--" screamed. The running thin figure tensed, covered his butt with his other hand, staggered a few steps, and looked back at the entrance of the alley.

"You guys hit him...... What do you want to do if I do..."

On the street ten meters wide, the drizzle of rain fell on the dim street lights. Occasionally, cars roared by. In the hum of the engine, the bodies that smashed the walls in the inconspicuous alley were still rolling on the ground. A second shot was fired. The man and the gun were pulled into Wang Ruhu's arms, pressing the other party's back with one arm. He stared at the remaining two people on the opposite side, and his clothes made him familiar.

‘It was the group of people who killed Professor Harris…it seemed like there was a fish that missed the net that night.’

Thinking of Wang Ruhu's arms, the twisted muscles on his arms were like giant pythons tightening their scales. The sound of "click" shattering suddenly sounded, and the man struggling in his arms suddenly froze, his eyes widened and softly leaned back, and he drooped down.

Behind the alley, the last two remaining were frightened by the man who suddenly appeared. The other party's figure and killing method immediately reacted.

"Yes...yes...that guy in Harris's house!"

"Walk!"

The last person carrying the long box shouted in front, turned around and ran towards the alley behind. However, the man in the bulletproof vest had not yet come back to his senses, and his eyes were staring at the tall figure who had left the body behind. The huge shadow obscured his vision.

"you......"

The man held the gun and pulled the trigger without knowing how to pull it. He raised his neck tremblingly, facing him, looking down at his eyes.

Under the shadow, Wang Ruhu grinned and smiled, and suddenly fled.

The muffled sound of blood and blood collision resounded throughout the alley. The sniper running out of the alley was running wildly. He was worried that his companions would look back and a dull sound came out. In the street light, the figure flew out of the alley like a cannonball, hitting the street lights, and the lamp post moaned, and the light bulb was shattered. The human body that hit was hit was completely beaten so hard that it was impossible to see. His head was bloody and flesh, and his body was folded in half, and he was embedded on the curved lamp post and swayed slightly along the column body.

"run?"

Wang Ruhu looked at the last person who had run away, reached out to take the lid of the trash can on the side of the road, took half a step, swung his arm, and threw it out, and the round cover flew out, rotating and sank into the night ahead. With a bang, he directly hit the back of the running figure's head and fell to the ground. The flat iron cover fell to the ground and flipped twice, stopping on the face of the bloody orifices.

Smack ~~

After slapping the dust on his hands, Wang Ruhu looked around. The shops on the street were already exploding at this time, and the lights were extinguished in the gunshots. The whole street looked pitch black.

Immediately, I turned around and returned to the alley, walked to the other end, looked at the Chinese man on the ground, closed his eyes and fainted, and his shoulder blades were all red.

"It should be shot, so I have to find a way to take out the warhead... I can't watch him die."

Avoiding the wound, Wang Ruhu picked up the man and resisted it on his shoulders. Harold, who was limping behind him, followed him and walked slowly behind him.

"Tiger, wait for me, I'm also a wounded person!!"

"Didn't you run away?"

"........ they didn't run away. They might think I would call the police and shoot me first. Slow down, wait for me."

"It's already the slowest."

"Then can I call an ambulance..."

"Do you have money?"

".......No."

"What else can I say? When I go back, I will get you a bullet."

Two figures, one tall and one short, were talking, and disappeared under the night street lights for a moment, and turned into several dark alleys. In the rain, few people went out and returned from the back alleys of Chinatown to the rented building. At night, people had already fallen asleep and the lights were still on, with the sound of "Ai Yaya" opera sounds from time to time.

.........

Scream~~

The door leaf opened, Wang Ruhu pressed the light, turned around and closed the door, put the man carrying it on his shoulders on the bed, walked to the bathroom, took out the medical box that Sister Lan had placed on him last time, and there were complete tools for dealing with trauma.

"Tiger, help me first...I am your closest friend..."

"Don't talk nonsense, lie down."

Wang Ruhu reached out to press Harold back, soaked the toilet paper with alcohol, and lit the burning tweezers. Harold looked back and swallowed his saliva.

"This is my first time... can you be gentler to my ass?"

"It's my first time."

After burning the tweezers, Wang Ruhu did this for the first time. He hesitantly pulled Harold's pants and exposed his buttocks. The top was covered with blood. In the last thick position, the blood hole turned outward, revealing a hole. Fortunately, it was just a jump and hit, and the wound was not deep.

I learned from the scene I saw in the movie and poured out alcohol to disinfect it. The moment when the red tweezers approached, a flame burst into flames, illuminating Wang Ruhu, who was helpless.

"How does the tiger feel...a little hot..."

Harold sniffed his nose and said, "Why is there a smell of barbecue?" Yu Guang felt the fire and subconsciously turned around. The flames ignited on his butt, and he was so scared that he screamed "Ah!!" and instantly broke out from the bed. He dragged the flames on his butt and ran back and forth in the room.

"It's...it's...shui Shui!!!"

The night was deep and the lights were on. The fat old man wearing a vest and dragging flip-flops urinated and shook twice. He turned his head in confusion and looked at the third floor room diagonally opposite, and screamed in a shrill voice.

"It's started again... I screamed so loudly, and I'm so excited."

Um?

Why do I feel excited?

It won't be...

The old man was stunned for a moment. Thinking of a certain possibility, he couldn't help but scream, shivered, and hurried back to the room.
Chapter completed!