The gunman felt a little sad! He now felt a sense of power loss. He had a fierce fight tonight, first fighting with Shadow, and then fighting with the four perverted giants. Now both physical and physical strength need to be replenished. The gunman's eyes kept turning, but it was not possible, so he had to think of a solution!

Hutou threw all the guns on his body down the stairs, and even the pistols on Wang Daming were searched and threw them down. The gun leader smiled at the two of them and said, "Can you introduce them? If I am beaten to death in a while, I will not feel any regrets." After that, he walked to a sofa and sat down, took a glass of wine, poured the remaining ones on the ground, then picked up the bottle and poured a full glass, drank it down, thirsty, and fatigue, looking at the two of them, the fool said, "My name is Jamic, and his name is Simic." The gun leader continued to pour the wine, then took a big gulp and said, "Are you brothers?"

The red-haired Simi smiled strangely, "Yes, we are twins, he is the brother. Hey, don't you want to fight?"

The gunman squinted his eyes and smiled, "Two, you don't want me to be beaten to death in a few strokes. I just fought with the four big men upstairs, and I was very tired when I was fighting!"

Jamic said with a blank expression: "You killed them with a gun." The gunman nodded and said: "Yes, I admit it." After that, he began to slowly adjust his energy, and Jamic said: "Give you five minutes." The gunman looked at these two people carefully, twin brothers? They didn't look like each other at all! Looking out the window, I hope Li Mazi and Huang Daner are fine.

Ximi smiled strangely and said, "These two have already gone to see God!"

When Hutou heard this, he started screaming. Li Mazi and Huang Daner were killed? Gun Chang's eyelids shook, and he looked at Simichi tightly and said, "Are you talking about two Chinese?" Jamic said, "Yes, when we came in, they were outside the side door." Hutou screamed, and just as he was about to rush down, Gun Chang roared, "Look at the Ming Dynasty!"

Then he raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass. At this moment, a fire ignited in his chest. He couldn't help but start to tremble slightly. A sniffy gaze appeared in his eyes. He stared at the two of them slowly, stood up a few times, twisted his neck, then bent down, and looked at the brothers with his head. Simichi was extremely excited and began to jump slowly. It seemed that he was a guy who likes boxing. The gunman squinted his eyes and looked at his steps, moving very quickly.

The three of them were in the living room face to face. At this time, the gun captain felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if it was a dream or a fight that had nothing to do with him. He really wanted to drink with Wang Daming and others in the same bar, and then joked with those good-looking women. Li Mazi is a honest person, and he does everything well. Huang Qian'er doesn't like to talk and always smiles with his lips. The gun captain likes the five tiger-headed people very much and treats them like their own brothers.

By the way, the diamonds still have to be divided. But the two people in front of me actually killed my brother and let them lie on the cold ground. The wind and night outside were cold. The two of them killed them to the ground and talked to me with great ease! The rifle of the gun was getting more and more uncontrollable, and he felt that he was about to explode! The gun was red in his eyes at this time, and the human skin mask on his face was already very gloomy. Now with these eyes, they looked more like an evil devil.

Jamic slowly raised his hands, clenched his fists, and posed in a standard fighting pose. His eyes were full of death, not as enthusiastic as Simici. Although he had blue eyes, his eyes were more gray and dead gray, and he blinked and looked at the gun.

The gun leader untied his shirt, took the flying knife from his waist, threw it onto the sofa, moved his right foot back, swung the center of gravity of his whole body, pointing his left foot, and the left upper and lower right lower hands, the separate palms were naturally loose. Ximi laughed strangely, and his feet quickly intertwined, while Jamic slowly came up step by step. The gun leader saw that the two brothers were quiet and moved, and they were twins again. It was estimated that the combined attack technique should be difficult to deal with!

The gun's long energy sinks, squints his eyes, and uses Tai Chi Qigong with all his strength. His body feels a little soft. Simiki swings his fist to start exploring the attack, while Jamic protects him tightly. As long as the gun moves, he moves. One of them looks like a monkey and the other looks like a poisonous snake! Simiki's fist is extremely fast, and he tries to punch the gun's face several times in a row, and snaps... The continuous sound, the gun's long energy does not fight back. Simiki's fist is very strong, just like a hammer in a iron machine, which stretches and contracts quickly and accurately, and has a strong force, but the gun's long energy slightly turns his hands to continuously drive the energy.

Simichi jumped away and looked at Jamic, with an extremely solemn look in his eyes. He just made seven punches, but each punch felt different. At first, he felt that it hit the cotton, then on paper, cloth, and fat. The last few strokes were like a piece of slippery and cold ice, so he quickly reminded Jamic.

The gunman shook his hands and made a single horse again. In the posture of both hands, Simichi roared and rushed up again. Jamic also cooperated with the attack. The four fists of the two brothers emitted layers of phantoms, attacking the gunman endlessly. The gunman just kept swinging his arms, slowly half-circular, and half-circularly turned away, with shoulders shook his abdomen. Jamic hit the gunman's belly with a punch. She felt that the gunman's belly was slightly concave. Jamic's fist was a little numb, and the gunman was also secretly surprised. Jamic's fist strength was definitely greater than the power of the four men just now.

Ximichi's punches became faster and faster, and the two arms of the long gun also drew layers of circles. Jamichi immediately punched him as soon as he took a quick look. Basically, the long gun did not dodge and could only rely on the rotation of Tai Chi Qigong to remove most of the force, but even the punches made him feel uncomfortable.

The two of them had extremely amazing physical strength. They kept hitting continuously without any breathing. The gun captain continued to force their skills and kept their breathing unevenly. They still looked calm, but the spurts of pain on their bodies were not the case. Jamic felt that he was getting more and more difficult to punch, and every time he felt like he was hitting on ice and snow without any effort, while Simic was about to collapse. The two brothers looked at each other, and Simic attacked, and Jamic exerted his legs and headed straight for the long hind legs of the spear.

Gun Chang felt relieved, and finally waited until the flowers bloomed. The center of gravity swayed, and his feet turned strangely, and he had already moved away from Jamic's feet. At the same time, his knee hit the inside of Jamic's thigh. Simichi was locked firmly by Gun Chang's hands. The gun's hands were wrapped around Simichi like two snakes, and they used their fingers to penetrate Simichi's arm muscles like lightning. Their whole body was gathered in their hands. They were shocked with force. Only a cracking sound was heard. Simichi screamed in a long and painful way. His hands were broken by Gun Chang.

Jamic heard his brother's scream and roared, but his injured leg could not use half of his strength, so he could only jump in and rush in to face the gun leader. The gun leader did not hurry and turned away. He had now entered the best state of Tai Chi. During the warm-up just now, although he had been fisted a lot, he had to accumulate energy in this way, find a point and then hurt people. Tai Chi was not used for fighting or injuring people, and the gun leader had no choice but to do so. He knew that if he fought hard, he would definitely suffer losses, so he had to use the best defense to resolve it.

A hammer hit Jamic's back, then stepped forward, and a small kick hit Jamic's leg bend, and another crackling sound was broken. Jamic fell to the ground. The gunman did not dare to stop and turned rapidly. He crossed his hands and stuck in Ximi's neck. Ximichi's legs, the gunman kicked her legs, and Ximichi's knee was hit, and she couldn't help but go down brittle, but her neck was stuck, and the gunman was twisted upwards. Ximichi made a string of Adam's apples, and the neck and the trachea were stuck by the gunman. The neck bones were stabbed into the artery. The gunman kicked Ximichi's stomach with one kick. Ximichi's whole person sprayed blood mist in the air, and it fell to the ground and moved for a few moments.

Jamic was already in pain at this time and hummed softly. He didn't see his younger brother being killed. At this time, the gun was long and could not relax. Otherwise, he would probably fall down and couldn't stand up. He jumped in the air and bent his legs, knocked behind Jamic's head with a crisp force under one foot, and then he vented: "Live together, die together..." Gudong fell to the ground. Seeing this, Hutou hurriedly ran down, holding the gun and shouted: "Fourth brother, Fourth brother, are you okay?"

The gunman opened his eyes, his face did not change, but his eyes were dull. He opened his mouth, but he tilted his head and spitted blood. The whites of his eyes were turned a few times and he fainted.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed that it was thousands of years of darkness. The gunman had been traveling through ice and fire. He felt that his whole body had turned into pieces, and then turned into a breeze, but nothing could be seen. After a long time, he finally saw Zhang Lihuo's smiling eyes and Dalin's shy eyes. The two women sat under an apricot tree, with red and tempting faces on their faces. The gunman walked up with a smile, but suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and the gunman fell into the boundless darkness again.

The gun with his eyes opened was extremely weak, just like when he first entered prison, his nose emitted a strong smell of mold and a smell of feces. The gun now didn't even have the strength to turn his head, but he couldn't make any sound when he opened his mouth. Suddenly, a sound of steel was heard. The gun's consciousness slowly returned to his brain, and he only remembered that after fighting with someone, he fell to the ground. By the way, where is the tiger head? And how were the Ming Dynasty, Bai Shusheng and Xiaohou injured?

A white light lit up in front of his eyes. The gunman closed his eyes hard, but he still felt his eyes stinging, red and black. He felt someone coming in, but he couldn't open his eyes. Then someone stabbed his arm and pushed a dose of potion. The gunman felt that he became lazy and comfortable! He felt like he was sucking in a slightly hot warm pool. The gunman couldn't help but snorted, but heard someone laughing in English: "Are you a bastard awake?"

With a snap, the gunman felt a slap in the face, and he couldn't feel any anger in his heart. He rolled his eyes and then opened it hard. A big, black and blurred figure entered his sight and slowly became clear. Finally, he saw clearly that it was a tall black man wearing a police uniform!

The black policeman grinned and showed his white teeth and smiled at the gun, "Is it very comfortable? You bastard!" After that, he slapped the gun again, and then woke him up completely. He moved his hands hard, but was firmly clamped by something. The gun turned his head and took a breath, and he didn't wear a piece of clothing. It was a black cell, like a cage, and his hands and feet were tortured by thick iron chains. The gun was long and his brain turned. Where am I?

He wanted to open his mouth to ask, but he couldn't make any sound. He just made a loud noise in his throat. The black policeman looked at the gun and said, "This is New York's paradise, you serious prisoners and terrorists' paradise, hehe, enjoy it." After that, he turned around and left. The gunman kept shaking the iron chain. He wanted to know what was going on? But the black policeman locked the iron with a bang and left.

The gun grew up and exhaled heavily. At this time, the whole person was awake. He looked at the cell, couldn't stand up or lie down. He could barely sleep with his tired bent, but there were stenches next to him. There were actually a few stools. Could it be that he was pulling it himself?

Suddenly, several strong streams of water spurted out from the top, causing the gunman to tremble all over his body, but all kinds of filth were washed and flowed out through several small holes. The gunman was confused. What happened? Was he arrested by the police? Didn’t Yorkney say that it was okay? And Tian Wu and the others had not received any news? Hutou and Da Ming were also arrested?

The gunman shook his head. Nothing matters now. The key is how he will be dealt with. Hehe, he was actually put into a prison in the United States. I am very glorious! I can't wait for death in this state. I have to think of a way! Try to mention the Qigong in my body. Well, it's not scrapped, and I don't think about anything more now. I'll quickly recover my strength.

I just sat there with my hands hanging from the corner of the house behind me, leaning against the iron wall to start to use my energy and vomit. After a few days, people came to give the gun every day to get injections. Fortunately, it was not in the hands of the gangster, otherwise it would be a problem to quit drugs in the future. Two pieces of bread, two glasses of milk, and a bottle of water every day. These were all sent by the black policeman, and scolded the gangster and stuffed it into the gun's mouth.

The gun captain can finally speak, but he intends not to say anything, but every time he is scolded by someone, he looks down on the gun captain very much. Damn, you don’t have anything other than this sentence? You black bastard, black dog, black bitch, black bitch, black bitch, you are a married couple, you are a ancestor! While eating bread, he scolds in his heart. The gun captain feels very happy: How about grandson? I scold more than you? I think he may not understand Chinese, but I can’t hear even more scolding in my heart. It’s better to scold in my hometown dialect, and he won’t understand even more.

After swallowing the bread, he laughed and scolded in his hometown dialect: "My mother is a bitch, my mother is a bitch, my whole family will not roll their eyes when I die! Hahaha, bastard! Haha, bastard! Black dog bastard! Hahaha..." The black policeman really couldn't understand what the gun was scolding, but when he saw the gun was laughing, he also smiled. He didn't slap the gun again in the face in the past two days, but today he was in a bad mood. When the gun was laughing, he slapped the gun again on the face. The gun was stunned after a while. Could it be that this dog god understand? It's strange!

The gunman asked quietly in English: "Why hit me?" The black man grinned and said, "I am in a bad mood, who made you laugh?"

Gun breathed a sigh of relief and continued to curse in his hometown dialect: "Beat your grandpa, get out of your mother's death, you beat me again, I will kill your whole family!" The thought changed in his mind. It would be great if he had a daughter. It should be his age. He asked in English: "Hey, how many girls do you have?" The black policeman tightened his face and gave the Gun a few ears: "Bitch! You don't give up when you get here?"

The gunman was slapped by these big slaps and never dared to say anything anymore. He thought that the hero would not suffer any loss in front of him. I will spare your life for the time being. Humph, when I go out, I will slowly settle the accounts with you. You are just a policeman. I cut off your meat piece by piece, then cook you for your family to eat. Who asked you to hit me? Why do you want to hit me? Get out of your way!

Two days later, when the gunman asked why he was locked up here, the black policeman just laughed and didn't answer. After these days of rest, his body was basically gone, but his muscles were greatly reduced. The gunman looked at his figure and thought with a little regret that I was sexy, and Winny liked to touch him the most. I don't know how long it was for me to be locked in. The gunman can see his hair sagging. After calculating, he said, "Well, this hair will take at least two or three months. At first, I was still a little scared to be taken to the electric chair, but no one has ever asked. The gunman thought, could they have no evidence? Or is there insufficient evidence? By the way, the United States is the most fucking weird. As long as I don't kill me, I hire a big-name lawyer at that time. Maybe I can also learn from those murderers in the movies and walk out in a grand manner!

When the gunman thought of asking a lawyer to sue, he began to be a little anxious. No, what's the point of just locking me up like this? If you have the ability to let me go, see if you die or me? Is it sentenced to life imprisonment? I'm thinking all day long, but there was no result. I had to recall the happy time with my wives. What I thought most was Winnie. I've been in for so long? Will she go stealing men? Foreign women are the most slutty. Maybe they are now wrapped around a black dog's waist on the bed, and they are still shouting hard... Fuck your mother and don't bloom!
Chapter completed!