"Old Tan, hold him back and I'll go and smash it for me!"

"good!"

The two of them communicated for a few words and rushed up again.

Lao Wu's body shook, punched and kicked, but he stopped him without letting go.

"Puff~"

Su Yuanming, who was next to him, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his whole nose was bruised and swollen against the garbage dump in the corner of the wall. He looked like he had more intakes and less exhausts, so he couldn't get up at all.

Lao Liu, who was facing him, touched the scratch at the corner of his eyes that almost knocked his eyes off, and his face was very gloomy.

"Lao Liu, don't worry about this old man, go and help my brother!" Lao Wu shouted.

Lao Liu looked back at Han Lan who was fighting and not losing the wind behind him, and then looked at Xiao Shier, who was moving the body away and pulling out the military crossbow underneath. He shook his fists and walked towards Han Lan.

...

...

Choke was lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, and blood was still coming out of the wound.

He regretted coming here to perform his mission. He finally bought a pistol from the black market, but in the end he had only two bullets.

Suchar's saber took a lot of effort to secretly bring in three swords, and the best knife for the original man in this house is the kitchen knife.

Isn’t this a difficult mercenary?

If they give more equipment, they won’t be so embarrassed!

The fourth brother was also knocked down, and he lay on the glass residue like a mess.

The third brother smashed the window glass and was blocked by the railings on the window. He collapsed on the window sill, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and nose, and perhaps local bleeding.

But Han Lan was not feeling well. It was impossible to be unscathed when facing the siege of four people, not to mention that the other party had weapons and a very high level of tacit understanding.

Perhaps it was because the company's too many affairs attracted him too much energy. Han Lan's physical fitness has declined a lot during this period. After hitting the third brother, he was punched by the sixth brother who finally joined the battle.

He lay on the ground and gasped.

Lao Liu raised his foot and wanted to kick it, but suddenly a bull rushed over.

The person who came was Lee Myung-bo!

When I ran into it, I picked up Lao Liu and threw it.

Xiao Shier, who had just put down the military crossbow, was stunned. Seeing Han Lan gritting her teeth and sitting up again, he quickly raised the military crossbow and aimed at him.

Before he could ejaculate, he saw Lao Jiu, who was originally in charge of Li Mingbo, pounced on Han Lan with a scream.

Xiao Shier stopped quickly, otherwise he would be shot at his own person.

"Smash it, be careful!"

Han Yiping took the time to shout, picked up the ashtray that had fallen into two petals on the ground and smashed it at the guy who was about to shoot the cold arrow.

With a "duang", he hit, and his head tilted and fell down.

On the other side, Han Lan, who had just sat up, was knocked down by Lao Jiu again. He rode on his body and swung his fist and it was a storm.

Han Lan raised her arms to protect her face tightly, took a breath, seized the opportunity through the crack and removed her arms, tilted her head, and the falling fist hit the ground.

With a "bang", Han Lan raised his fist and hit him, smashing Lao Jiu who was riding on him. He rode on his back, but he grabbed his shoulder and headed on his head.

Han Lan, who had been hit by a butt before, had a "buzzing" sound in front of her eyes.

He also overturned his whole body with great strength.

Lao Jiu shook his head, bared his teeth and climbed up again, and rode back on it with a punch, cursing in his mouth, and he didn't know if he was speaking Chinese or Eagle.

Han Lan's eyes were completely blurred, and her pupils shrank.

I felt like I heard a familiar call in my ears:

"Mountain wind!Mountain wind!"

"Shan Feng! Stand up and hit him!"

"Thunder! Kill this yellow-skinned monkey!"

It seemed as if someone was cheering, someone was cheering, and someone was whistling.

It seems that I returned to the time when I was idle in the mercenary barracks and had nothing to do to fight black boxing with other mercenary groups.

There are no rules, don't worry about being beaten to death.

In that ordinary world of death, they enjoy the blood and violence, and the pleasure of betting on other people's lives.

The only light in the darkness is all blood-red.

Han Lan's fist suddenly clenched. Even if his head was already confused, his body could still make the counterattack it should have. This is the ability earned by walking countless times between life and death!

But before he could swing his fist, a figure suddenly appeared behind Lao Jiu in the blurry sight.

"ah--"

With a delicate roar, and with a "bang", she didn't know what was swinging in her hand, so she opened Lao Jiu's head and tilted to the side and fainted.

"Han Lan! Han Lan!" Xia Ningxuan choked and grabbed his hand and helped him up with difficulty.

"Mountain wind!"

There was a sound echoing in my ears.

Han Lan was confused and stood up again with Xia Ningxuan's support.

"Han Lan, let's go home, we'll go to the hospital..." Xia Ningxuan cried.

Han Lan's appearance was so scary at this time, covered in blood, all kinds of scars on her face, and her head was smashed.

"Mountain wind, be careful!"

"Son smash--"

"careful!"

In the chaos, it seemed as if the voices from two worlds were shouting.

Xiao Shier, who had just been smashed by Han Yiping with an ashtray, suddenly sat up again with a military crossbow, aimed at Han Lan and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

With a "swish--" sound, the sharp arrow left the string.

"Be careful!" Another voice seemed to be Liu Rong's voice.

But Han Lan could no longer tell who was calling him, and she saw Xia Ningxuan suddenly turn to him and hug him.

"Han Lan--"

"Mountain Wind--"

Han Lan's eyes were filled with tears, and he finally saw clearly the person blocking him.

"Han...lan..."

Xia Ningxuan hugged him with a trembling voice and slowly closed her eyes.

Han Lan stood there blankly, as if the whole world had frozen at this moment.

"Xuan'er--" Han Lan let out a heart-wrenching roar.

But Xia Ningxuan in his arms was startled, trembled, raised her head and looked at him in a daze: "It seems... it doesn't hurt..."

Han Lan stopped being naughty, stopped her expression and grinned: "Of course it doesn't hurt anymore, it's still blocking the arrows. Do you think you're filming a TV series?"

Xia Ningxuan looked back and saw that the arrow stopped behind her and was caught by Han Lan. She cried even harder now. No, she just wanted to cry.

Perhaps this is a crisis that she has never experienced in her life, and she has never even done such a nightmare.

Han Lan smiled and hugged her, but looked behind her.

In Xia Ningxuan's eyes, Han Lan grabbed the arrow with one hand.

But in Han Lan's eyes, what she saw was a veteran wearing a M14BER rifle with a rod and a desert camouflage on his back, and grabbed the arrow with one hand.

It seemed that at some moment just now, before he woke up, a devil controlled his body.

"Han Lan, Han Lan, where is our An Keke?" Liu Rong looked around and couldn't find An Keke, and shouted anxiously at Han Lan.

While controlling the scene, the bodyguards were also looking for An Keke's figure.

Han Lan glanced at him and shook her head a little apologetically.

At this moment, Liu Rong seemed to have lost his soul.

A "wow" cry burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? An Keke sprained his ankle and was hiding behind him!" Xia Ningxuan shouted.

"Hey? She is not dead?" Liu Rong was stunned.
Chapter completed!