Chapter 150 Fight (2)

Watson, who was hiding in the dark corner of the tavern, certainly noticed the gang members who were groping around in other places. He had already investigated the internal layout of the tavern when the lights were still bright.

He was currently hiding at the back door of the tavern. His five senses, which had become increasingly sharp due to his practice of esoteric transmission, could clearly hear the sound of snow falling from a high place. This second batch of gang members were obviously more experienced and did not carry oil lamps. , just moved towards the back door cautiously, making almost no sound - almost none!

Even the movement of pushing the door in was extremely delicate and cautious. First, he slowly pushed open a crack in the door, but did not go in directly. Instead, he quietly listened to the attacker inside without making any movement.

The gang members outside the door confidently pushed the gap in the back door further to a width that could accommodate one person in and out. They also threw a snowdrift near the front door to create a sound that attracted enemies. Then they quickly and silently walked out of the back door. He rushed in and immediately rolled into the kitchen stove at the back door according to the terrain in his memory.

However, when he rolled to the ground and raised his head, he saw two weak fires suddenly burst out in the darkness in front of him!

In the moment of shock and surprise, this veteran who had been on the battlefield was secreting adrenaline so fast that he seemed to feel that the whole world seemed to slow down at this moment... Under the influence of emergency response, he was also able to see clearly See, between the tongues of flames, there are two rotating projectiles slowly rushing towards him!

He tried desperately to twist and dodge, and at the same time opened his mouth and shouted loudly, trying to alert his companions behind him, but he couldn't move his body. It turned out that the slowness of time was just his illusion. Although his spirit could Moving at high speed, the body still needs to obey the rules of physics. !

When the quick reaction time of this moment ended, blood blossomed in the center of his forehead, and the short gun he was holding tightly fell to the ground.

The moment the companions who broke in later saw the sparks of gunfire, they immediately fired several shots in the direction of the attacker. However, after the gunshots rang out, the sound of bullets echoed back in the darkness was as crisp as Metal and iron clashed, rather than hitting flesh and blood. It was obvious that all those warheads hit the cooking utensils in the kitchen.

These gang members who came down from the second floor were all soldiers who had retired from the battlefield. After a failed attack, they immediately retreated back to the back alley of the tavern.

They are all well-trained thugs. They don't care about the damage to the interior decoration of the tavern. They directly light a gasoline bottle and throw it into the back kitchen of the tavern with a bang. The bright yellow flames follow the flow of clear gasoline, which is originally shrouded in darkness. The kitchen suddenly became extremely bright, leaving the damn attacker no longer able to hide!

One of the big thugs directly removed the thick door panel from the back door of the tavern and held it in his hand as a mobile bunker. Under the protection of the thick door panel and shield, the subsequent thugs also lined up in a column and entered one after another.

However, what puzzled them was that the enemy's gunshots did not sound at all at this time, and they seemed to be allowed in so casually... Was there any trap set up in the back kitchen?

"Brothers, stay vigilant! Don't kill them all while leaving them alive. Leave an explanation to the big boss."

The big guy in the lead said so, and the brothers behind him also responded neatly, and immediately turned their heads to scan the flame-roasted kitchen. Each person was responsible for guarding in one direction to ensure that no place was missed.

Stove No. 1 - No target found.

Beneath the chopping board - No target found.

In front of the warehouse - no target found.

Hall Passage - No target found.

Although the burning kitchen was filled with thick, greasy black smoke, it could not blur the eyes of this group of professional thugs. They scanned the entire kitchen without missing a beat, but they never found the attacker. It seemed that the attacker had already escaped. , or has been moved to the lobby.

However, they missed an important point... Sometimes the danger may not come from under your feet, but also from above your head!

The attacker, who was hiding above the back door of the tavern like a lizard, quietly pulled out the sharp knife embedded in the wall, and dropped it silently, like a poisonous spider hanging from a spider web to kill the confused scurrying mosquitoes.

A sly light like a silver moon flashed past the back kitchen, followed by a sharp sound like a hot knife cutting a candle. Three confused and ignorant heads fell to the ground. The leader only felt the hand that was originally resting on his right shoulder. The companion's hand suddenly released, and his neck could already feel the sharp knife wind that was colder than ice and snow.

After all, the big man was experienced in many battles. He knew that shock and surprise at this time were just useless emotions that hastened death, so he immediately swung his arms and drove the thick door shield in his arms to slap it behind him. At the same time, he released his hands and walked backwards several times. Bu raised the short gun at his waist.

He pulled the trigger with one hand and pressed down the hammer with the other. The sparks of the gun flame burned through five. In the faint smoke emitted from the muzzle, he saw that the bullets he fired were almost closely connected and hit the same place, and together they blasted out a blast. There are holes with spreading cracks everywhere, but all you can see from the holes is the back alley covered with gray snow... The attacker has disappeared.

"Fake! Where did he go?!!!"

Although the big man was confused, he would not stand there blankly waiting for death to come.

He rolled sideways and hid behind the stove. At the same time, he listened carefully to the sounds around him, but he could only hear the crackling sound of wood burning on the fire. He couldn't catch any movement or breathing at all, as if he was fighting against an enemy. Silent ghost!

"Could it be those cultists with supernatural powers? Has the gang provoked those crazy guys recently?!"

The big man thought so in his heart, and suddenly felt that his chances of winning at this moment were extremely low, but fortunately the welfare system of the Burton Brothers Gang was quite complete. Even if he died in the battle, the gang would take good care of his youngest son... Then the current top priority is no longer Instead of killing the incoming enemy, you should try to leave clues!

He immediately took out the dagger hidden in his boot and carved a mark on the wall behind the stove.

The sharp blade scraped across the wall and made a harsh sound, which was extremely abrupt in the kitchen where there was only the sound of a crackling fire.

Out of the corner of his eye, the big man immediately caught a glimpse of a flash of silver light suddenly appearing on the other side of the stove. With a high degree of concentration, he immediately turned the muzzle of his gun and fired two shots at the silver light, emptying the remainder of the revolver magazine. All the bullets were fired... However, the shiny silver object was not the attacker's blade, but a greasy kitchen knife with two bullets embedded in it!

A sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly roared from above his head. Even though the big man had raised his dagger to block the moment he realized that the bullet had missed, he still could not withstand the attacker's chop. The dagger made of fine steel faced him. The enemy's blade was like butter meeting the hot blade. It was easily cut off without even making a sound of the collision of swords, just like his shoulder blades that were split open at will.

The pain of severed limbs and the fear of imminent death came to his mind at the same time. The big man's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and did not let out any screams or wailings, but stared at him jumping from the stove. Seeing the dark shadow in front of me, my remaining right arm let go of the revolver, and quietly carved on the wall behind me with my bloody fingers... Even if I die, I will leave useful clues for the gang!

Just wait, you damn cultists, the big boss will definitely avenge me! ! !