Chapter 10 The Manor Melee

bang bang...

In the two violent gunshots, the lights of the whole manor came on, Li Zitao sat up from the bed, opened the curtains and looked outside the iron gate, four cars with bright headlights on, and a black hand with a machine gun on the 20th. Dang, the anger in my heart grows wildly like weeds.

Bang!

He kicked open the door next door, and before the woman on the bed was completely awake, Li Zitao reached out and grabbed her hair and lifted it up, followed by screams.

"Did you invite them? Say, who asked you to come? Paul? Tony? McGunn? ... Or Capone?" Li Zitao dragged Bergman, who was screaming in pain, and pushed her against the window. shouted.

"I don't know, I don't know, no one asked me to come, no one..." Bergman cried out in a broken heart, his hair going numb from pain as if he was being pulled by Li Zitao.

click!

The bullet was loaded, and the cold muzzle pressed against her temple, causing Bergman's pupils to shrink into needles instantly, and the struggle stopped, but her body kept shaking.

"Tell me, who is it?" The cold voice with murderous intent echoed in her ears.

"No one, really no one, I'm from Stockholm, I'm an actor, I just want to travel to Chicago, I'm only 16, woohoo..."

Feeling the threat of death, Bergman couldn't help but start choking, tears rolled down her bright cheeks, making her look so beautiful.

"What can I do, I'm desperate too!" Bergman, who was shot to his head, was about to collapse.

"Open the door, open the door quickly." The people outside were already shouting loudly. The raised machine guns were 'da-da', and the wanton laughter was like alcohol, which stimulated Li Zitao's fragile nerves.

In these short few days, he has experienced too much. Beneath his seemingly calm face, there is a nerve that is about to explode at any time and face collapse.

Boom!

Taking a deep breath, and keeping the crying Bergman on the ground, Li Zitao calmed down the anger in his heart, "Sorry, I've lost my way."

Putting the gun back in his waist, Li Zitao adjusted his clothes, turned and walked downstairs.

"Jacob, is there a gun here?" Li Zitao asked while looking at the gathered people.

"Yes, Mr. Dever has three Thomson machine guns and two python revolvers hidden here. I'll get them now." Jacob hurriedly walked towards the storage room.

"Brother Gou, Brother Gou!" There were too many people, and standing in the crowd for a while, Li Zitao couldn't find Wang Dagou.

"Here, here." Wang Dagou raised his hand, and the person in front of him spontaneously moved away.

"Wait until Jacob comes back and bring someone out with a machine gun. Now, I'll deal with them first." Hearing the sound of bullets bouncing on the steel, Li Zitao knew that if he didn't go out, the other party would rush in.

Now he only hopes that the other party is not from the Capone Group, otherwise, it will be in big trouble tonight.

"Wait, wait, Mr. Li, Mr. Dever's phone." Jacob hurried over, holding two gray-stained Thomson machine guns in his arms.

"Take me." Came to the small living room next to the living room, the microphone was on the table.

"Hey, William." Li Zitao picked up the microphone and said, as William's voice gradually came over there, his face became more and more ugly.

"Shit, you can't even look at your own place, damn it, show me that bastard, I'm going to kill her myself."

With a bang, he switched off the phone, and the last trace of luck in Li Zitao's heart was gone.

His whereabouts were exposed, and it was done by the humble 'Aunt Susan' in the city government, who was the eyeliner of the Capone Group.

Sure enough, he thought the situation was too optimistic, and now the retribution is coming.

The only good news is that William Dever has built a small arsenal here, where they can find hope of survival.

"Jacob, take me to the arsenal, William's order." Li Zitao beckoned to Wang Dagou as he spoke. The other party, together with a dozen teenagers, followed behind him and walked towards the door opposite the small meeting room.

This seemingly inconspicuous small door turned out to be another basement, stepping down the wooden stairs, and when it counted to 8, it was already the end.

The building here is not high, only about 1.8 meters. Li Zitao and Wang Dagou have to bend over.

Jacob stretched out his hand and pulled down the light cord, and the short basement lit up. The boxes of Chicago typewriters piled up in the corner made Li Zitao's eyes light up.

"Remove all the weapons and distribute them to everyone. As long as everyone walks into the manor tonight, they will all be killed, and none of them will be allowed to stay." Li Zitao said with high spirits.

At this moment, on the second floor, Bergman stopped sobbing and finally calmed down, pressing his head and looking out secretly.

Those thugs armed with machine guns were shooting at the iron gate of the manor, but they seemed to be worried and did not break the lock and rushed in.

"Damn, why did I come to Chicago, this is really a crazy city." Bergman said with some resentment.

At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded behind him, and as soon as he turned around, Bergman saw Li Zitao, who terrified her, and walked in with a machine gun in one hand.

"Don't kill me, I really have nothing to do with them, don't..." Bergman shouted while holding his head.

"Shut up and follow me." Li Zitao said impatiently when he saw this terrified woman.

The crisis has not yet been lifted. There are more than 30 mafia members armed with machine guns outside. The team he has just raised may be wiped out overnight.

And he would have to carry a debt of nearly 50,000 US dollars. This damned bastard was surprised, so he was not in the mood to care about the thoughts of the woman in front of him at this moment, even if she looked like a fairy.

"Stay here, hug your body tightly when you hear the gunshots, and hide in the corner and don't move." Putting her into the emptied arsenal was the only thing Li Zitao could do.

"Li, the other party is coming in." Always listening to Li Zitao explaining himself, 'Li,' Wang Dagou felt that it was easier to bark, so he followed.

"Prepare." Fifty-something pointed the Chicago typewriter in the direction of the iron gate, the roar of the engine getting louder and louder.

hum~

With a roar, a car slammed into the iron gate directly, and a nervous teenager pulled the trigger on the spot.

Da da da--

These young men who encountered a gun for the first time were like frightened ostriches in an instant, closing their eyes, pulling the trigger completely by feeling, and letting the machine gun in their hands swept freely.

"Cease fire, cease fire, ceasefire!" Li Zitao roared several times, and the gunfire finally stopped.

Looking at the car on the opposite side, except for the bullet holes on the front cover, the windshield was still intact. This marksmanship made Li Zitao want to vomit blood.

"Everyone, aim and shoot for me. If you dare to waste bullets, I will let your brain bloom first." 50 guns, but only 80 magazines.

If they fired like this, when the other party rushed up, they could only rush up to fight the other party with empty guns. Li Zitao didn't feel that they had the strength to tear the devil with their hands.

"Don't get excited, everyone, you'll fight with me later." At this moment, a teenager stood up and said to his friends around him.

Li Zitao glanced at him in surprise, it turned out to be the first young man who decided to go with him yesterday, and immediately asked, "What's your name?"

"Monk, my father said that when a monk recites sutras, he can eat and live well, so he gave me such a name." The monk scratched his head in embarrassment and said.

"Okay, you will be their captain from now on." Li Zitao raised his thumb and said.

No matter how good this kid's marksmanship is, his courage alone makes people look up to him.

"Speaking of which, I'm only 17 years old. Why do I always feel like I have children when facing these peers." Thinking of the age of this body, Li Zitao silently complained.

As soon as he spoke, all four cars outside drove in and were placed side by side, forming an obstacle. The mafia member Mao waist outside hid behind the cars and set up machine guns at the villa.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, you have no way to escape, craw out obediently with your butt pouted!" shouted the mafia hiding behind the car.

"White-skinned pig, there is soap here, do you want to pick it up?" Li Zitao smashed the glass with the butt of his gun, and scolded the outside with a laugh.

"FK, kill him for me." The other party's frantic tone made Li Zitao raise his eyebrows proudly, and the tense atmosphere around him instantly dissipated a lot.

blah blah blah...

But with the sound of gunshots, the glass shattered, sawdust splashed everywhere, the beautiful hand-embroidered sofas and mahogany tables and chairs were all turned into scraps, and depression shrouded in my heart again.

"Fight back." Li Zitao roared in a low voice when he heard the other side's gunshots stop, turning around and pulling the trigger out of the window.

The flying bullet hit the iron sheet on the surface of the car, and the crisp sound of ping pong was the music played at night. At this moment, the monk kicked open the door and rushed out with five or six people.

"Cover, shoot for cover." He quickly put on a new magazine, Li Zitao kept pressing the trigger, and the opponent who was trying to press the bullet couldn't lift his head.

In fact, the children next to him who had just touched and grabbed them didn't even nod their heads at all.

But no matter who was facing dozens of machine guns and the bullets rained down, he would hide his head in his crotch in fright, for fear that a bullet with no eyes would kiss him at close range.

"Ah~" screamed, the cat's waist was against the wall, around the monk on the right side of the car, and rushed to the back of the car with his friends.

"Brother Dog." Li Zitao shouted, kicked open the broken window frame in front of him, jumped out, and rushed towards the car full of bullet holes.

Before he got close, a gunman found his trail. Just as the muzzle was raised, there was a hole in his head.

Li Zitao felt at this moment that his eyes were like 180-degree scanners with no blind spots. As long as it was the scene in front of him, even if he swept the corner of his eyes at will, he would be able to react.

When he came to the front of the car, he kicked his feet and leaped over the roof of the car. When he fell backwards, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the gunman below, and the two gunmen fell in a pool of blood.

A tumbling stood up, and Li Zitao, relying on the memory he had just swept away, moved his gun horizontally and accurately eliminated the remaining 6 trash fish.

Until this moment, the people who rushed out of the room rushed to the front of the car, and the battle was over.

Looking at each shooter, they were all shot dead in the middle of the forehead. Everyone looked at Li Zitao as if they were looking at a superhero.

This kind of feeling is great, 'huh...'

He let out a breath of turbid air and looked at the rising sun, a bright smile appeared on Li Zitao's face, 'The future team is here. ’