Right on Target: Chapter 91 eighth floor

Su Heting raised his head and said, "You are here!"

His tone was joyful, his tail poked out layers of skirts, and he patted Xie Zhenshu's leg happily. Xie Zhenshu replied with "Yes", and in the wild night wind, he tightened his suit jacket and completely covered the cat in his arms.

The fire on the carpet was blown by the wind and burned more intensely. The band fled in a panic, and several animalized splicing people knelt on the ground, crying. The bodyguards at the door pressed into the room with firepower. There were constant gunshots and stray bullets scurrying around.

Viper asked, "Can you jump out of the window?"

A voice came from outside the window: "No!"

The hermit was hanging by the window, swaying from side to side in the wind, with his toes stretched out straight, but he couldn't reach the window. Holding the rope tremblingly, he cried hopelessly: "This is the 8th floor! Brothers, get me in first!"

Viper fell to the ground, not daring to move, holding his head and shouting, "Jump!"

The hermit also shouted: "I dare not!"

The two of them were staring at each other, and they were in a stalemate when they suddenly heard gunshots. Several bullets hit the glass, cracking the glass. The hermit's hair stood on end, and he immediately yelled, "Ouch! I'm going to be shot!"

The bodyguard who rushed in first held an N05 shotgun ①, which is similar in structure to a rifle and has extremely high accuracy. It is the equipment of the Xingtian armed group. Just hearing a "bang", the glass in front of the hermit burst. The hermit's screams rose instantly, and he kicked the window wildly with his toes, shaking even more violently in mid-air.

The broken glass splashed onto Xie Zhenshu's back, but he covered Su Heting and did not move.

The bodyguard's footsteps did not stop, the N05 reloaded quickly, and the next shot hit the sofa that blocked them. The leather burst open, and sawdust flew out. The bodyguard's communicator was ringing: "The aircraft is on its way. Team A on the 8th floor should pay attention to defense to ensure the safety of the sheriff..."

That Sergeant Qian was also on the 8th floor.

The bodyguard did not rush around the sofa, he opened fire directly. The power of N05 was so powerful that the sofa was punched out with three shots, exposing the hem of Su Heting's skirt. The bodyguard raised his gun and said, "I found the target—"

Xie Zhenshu lifted the carpet violently, and sparks flew high. The bodyguard's feet were unsteady, his figure was crooked, and he missed the last shot.

"Boom!"

The N05 knocked off the handle of the sofa, but fell into an embarrassing period within a few seconds. The only disadvantage of this gun is that the magazine capacity is insufficient. He only wears a suit.

The bodyguard gave up reloading, and waved the N05 before he could stabilize his figure. Xie Zhenshu jammed the muzzle of the N05, twisted it in reverse, and punched the bodyguard in the face.

The bodyguard staggered, and was thrown on the sofa by Xie Zhenshu. His neck twisted abnormally, and he was dead in an instant when he fell.

Xie Zhenshu removed the bodyguard's N05 and quickly reloaded it. The silver earrings on his earbones shimmered slightly, and then rolled around, attracting fire. The people behind the bodyguard were ready to shoot immediately, but Xie Zhenshu was faster.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The N05 shot precisely, and the power at close range was comparable to that of a face bomb. Six rounds knocked down the vanguard of the bodyguards.

Xie Zhenshu put down the gun and reloaded again. He still wore glasses on his slightly turned face. He heard the sound of dense footsteps, but he didn't even lift his eyelids. His formal attire made him look extraordinarily ascetic, especially at this moment, with all the mess around him, and his tie wasn't even wrinkled.

The bodyguards rushing from behind did not give up. The two of them outflanked the left and right sides and were heading towards the sofa. One of them was knocked down by N05 the next second as soon as he got his head up. Blood gushed out and splashed on the floor a few steps away from Xie Zhenshu.

Another couldn't help but say, "Fuck!"

So accurate.

An N05 fell into the hands of Xie Zhenshu, the effect was terrifying, not only the pure accuracy, but also the timing, every time he grasped it very well, all hit the vital points, and even the distance was always kept at the same value, predicting The judgment is accurate.

The bodyguard said to the intercom: "Backup is needed inside the 8th floor, notify the armed group, this is a hard problem, professional!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the back of his head sank. Instead of knocking down, he supported the ground, but then, his face was hit, and he rolled out instantly.

The bodyguard stuck his foot against the seam of the sofa, straightened up suddenly, drew his gun and shot. The bullet hit the glass again, and the white skirt flipped over like waves, and then the gun in the bodyguard's hand was kicked away. His expression changed drastically, and he said, "Oops—"

Su Heting raised his foot and kicked the bodyguard's side neck, kicking him towards the sofa. He was so strong that the bodyguard bumped into the handle, and before his head left the sofa, Su Heting stepped on it.

Su Heting said, "Hello?"

The person on the intercom reacted quickly, saying, "You are surrounded! Put down—"

"Boom!"

Su Heting shot, blowing the bodyguard's head open. The communicator fell out, rolled into a pool of blood, and made a "stinging" sound. He squatted down, pulled the bodyguard's coat, picked up the communicator through the fabric, and said, "Hello."

Intercom: "Illegal...you...gun..."

Su Heting said: "I can't hear you clearly."

The other end of the intercom was suddenly furious, and the monk's voice came out: "Su Heting!! What are you doing? What's wrong with you!"

Su Heting flicked the blood on the communicator twice, it was still stained with brainsickness, it was disgusting, and said: "I am reasoning."

The monk grabbed the communicator from the other end and said, "You are causing trouble!"

The suit jacket on Su Heting's shoulders almost slipped off, he pulled it and said, "No, I'm being reasonable."

The monk said: "Speak up! The aircraft in the entire black market are flying towards the trading field, you are dying?!"

Su Heting said: "Monk, you are a nice guy, but you are a liar."

There was constant gunshots in the room, the monk was taken aback, and laughed angrily: "I—"

Su Heting said: "You said that Xingtian is the fire of resistance in the new world, and will fight to the end with the main **** system, but you bowed down to the big boss. Do you know 'Ah Qi'?"

The monk said: "Who? Ah Qi? Who is Ah Qi?"

Su Heting said in a calm tone, "A child, a stranger, a humble animal splicing person who was stuffed into the minus 8 floor to pick up passengers. I don't know him, and you don't know him. The whole black market may not know him, but he It's you and me."

The monk asked, "What's wrong with you tonight?"

Su Heting said: "I don't have much to say, I just want to say to you, to Big Sister, to Xing Tian—"

He stood up and slammed the communicator against the wall.

"Go to your mother's flame of resistance, to your mother's Xing Tian's control, to your mother's new world law!"

The communicator shattered and fell to the ground.

Su Heting turned around and kicked the gun dropped by the bodyguard to Viper, saying: "Axiu is in the hands of the sheriff, who is on the 8th floor. You have two choices now, one is to turn around and jump down to die, the other is to rush out was beaten to death, you choose one."

Viper picked up the gun and said, "Where is the sheriff?"

The hermit was still floating in the air, his voice was blown away by the wind: "The room at the end..."

The bodyguard at the door had retreated behind the wall, Xie Zhenshu put the empty N05 back to its original position, then his arm sank slightly, he turned his head and saw Su Heting hanging on his arm.

Su Heting said: "Do you have a room? The room number is 0001."

Xie Zhenshu looked down at him, smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, stretched out his hand to tighten the suit jacket again, and said lightly: "Two people?"

The hermit swung back and said, "No..."

Viper asked: "Can you get in?!"

The hermit was flustered, and his face turned pale when he saw his feet. He hugged the rope tightly and said, "I'm afraid of death!"

The fountain in the trading field sprayed again, and the music rang out. But the three-dimensional advertisement suddenly stopped, the white light beam was brightly lit, and the alarm sounded "beep" throughout the night. Several aircraft in the sky were approaching the 8th floor, and all the search lights were focused on the hermit.

"Help," said the hermit.

"Om—"

The launcher of the aircraft rushed towards the hermit immediately.

The hermit screamed, "It's over!"

Unexpectedly, the top of the hanging rope suddenly shook, throwing the hermit directly into the 8th floor. He grabbed the ground and quickly squeezed in without anyone pulling him. The four of them hugged their heads, and the entire glass burst immediately, and the fire waves from the bombs were burning here.

The hermit said: "Scared me to death!"

The bodyguard behind the wall took the opportunity to shoot, and the bullet forced the hermit to lie back again. He was huddled with Viper, his well-manicured hair was blown tousled, but he still took off his sunglasses and said very politely: "Hello, hello, we meet again."

Viper ignored the hermit, got up suddenly, and shot towards the door. One of the three shots knocked down the bodyguard who was about to rush in. However, one is not enough, the bodyguards at the door want to attack the aircraft back and forth, and catch them all.

On the wooden sacrificial table in front of the wall was a black Tang saber. Su Heting stuffed the gun to Xie Zhenshu, took down the Tang saber, weighed it, and then drew the saber out of its sheath.

The blade is sharp and sharp, and it is a top-level knife worthy of worship.

Su Heting said to the emperor's body, "Thank you."

The emperor's corpse was like a hatched egg, paralyzed in a pool of blood, covered in white flowers, which was very dazzling.

The bodyguard dodged in and was shot by Xie Zhenshu first. He didn't fall because those behind grabbed the body for cover. But the other party didn't take two steps before he was sliced ​​across the neck by Tang Dao, the head was still, and then rolled to the ground.

Su Heting is not good at this kind of long knife, he knows all the black panther fighting skills, he only knows the basic three-finger force and the waist force, but unexpectedly this knife is so strong, it can easily cut off other people's heads.

Xie Zhenshu held Su Heting's left wrist and said, "This is the swordsman."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to shoot, and hit again and again, nailing the bodyguard who rushed in firmly to the door. Then he let go of Su Heting's left hand, held the cat's right wrist again, and said, "This is the auxiliary hand."

Su Heting said, "Oh."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Prick, chop, block, remember?"

Su Heting pressed his fingertips against the handle of the knife, and took a step forward, the suit slipped off his shoulders. He said abruptly, "You are so handsome."

Xie Zhenshu's index finger when he pulled the trigger froze for a second, the bullet flew out, hit the enemy, and the person died. It seemed accurate, the same as before, but only he knew—

This shot went awry.

He paused for a moment and asked, "...can I kiss?"

There are enemies everywhere, as well as gunfire and fire, and the room smells of blood and burning. It's not good, and it shouldn't be, but he really wants to ask and kiss.