Chapter 439 Rage Killing (V)

Chapter 439: Furious Killing (5)

This guy is really good at playing. He was lying on the bed smoking a cigarette, while a woman in white with long hair sat on top of him, twisting her waist and letting out a heart-wrenching ## ##.

Yan Wu's face turned red. When Zhao Jianhui went to turn off the lights, she had already rushed to the window, reached out and pulled the woman down, and kicked the man's lower body with her high-heeled feet.

Outside the door, there was a dull soft sound, and bullets trailed dark red light and flew past the door where the two people were hiding. In the corridor, Kikukawa Nami let out several shrill screams.

"Boss, that woman won't be killed by one of their own bullets, right?" Yan Wu was a little confused and wanted to stick her head out to take a look, but Zhao Jianhui held her back: "You don't want to live anymore, ugly like that Woman, what's the point of dying? Being beaten to death by one of her own people is her retribution."

"But..." Yan Wuxin said, didn't you have a girlfriend who was caught but hasn't been found? That woman is dead, where should we find her? Zhao Jianhui had already shaken his head to stop her: "Do you think that woman can say it so easily? Even if I can conquer her mouth, I don't know when it will be back. I don't have so many events to wait for."

Yan Wu looked at her doubtfully, meaning to ask: "Then what should we do now?"

Zhao Jianhui stopped the gunshots outside and said, "What else can we do? Wait for those people outside to fire empty guns for a while, and then the two of us rush out. Are you okay?"

"No..." Yan Wu said, raised the pistol that Zhao Jianhui just threw to him, and said with great confidence.

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui heard the gunshots outside suddenly stop, and then the door outside the corridor was pushed open. Zhao Jianhui looked around and saw a large number of people pouring in from the door, all in black suits. Oriental thug.

"Asshole, let go of Miss Kikukawa!"

"Ah, Miss Kikukawa was shot..."

Following the chaos of people, one of the leading men with blond hair brandished a gleaming bamboo knife in his hand and shouted loudly in Oriental, "I'm going to kill that Chinese pig!"

Zhao Jianhui sneered, walked out of the room and stood in the corridor. The man's eyes showed a certain kind of morbid cruelty, and his eyeballs were flashing with excitement. He held up the knife and was about to rush over, but he stopped as soon as he took a step.

The muzzle of the gun in Zhao Jianhui's hand was pointed at him.

"Zhi Na Pig, can you scare me with a toy gun? I'm going to make you...ah!!!"

There was a muffled sound of "poof", and the muzzle of the gun just spurted out a small tongue of flame, but the man's crotch exploded. He screamed and threw the bamboo knife and fell to the ground. His thing was shot by Zhao Jianhui It was rotten, with blood and flesh splattered all over the wall and the floor.

Before anyone else could react, Zhao Jianhui and Yan Wu's guns continued to spit out fire, and the thugs at the door fell one after another. They crowded in with too many people, and most of them did not have firearms in their hands. The group of people with firearms came in at the end, but they were blocked by their own people and could not shoot. Zhao Jianhui and Yan Wu didn't need to aim at all, they just had to hold the trigger.

This is not a fight, this is a one-sided massacre.

"Yan Wu, please remember, together with the two in the basement, we have killed thirteen Japs..." Zhao Jianhui glanced at the blood on the ground, stepped on the bodies of those people and walked out of the corridor with disdain. That little door.

Yan Wu conveniently shot another shot on Kikukawa Nami's body: "Boss, there should be fourteen, and that bad bitch..."

"Haha, yes, fourteen, and that bad bitch, Yan Wu, you did a great job. In fact, he would have died in our hands." Zhao Jianhui said as he walked forward.

The hall was still waiting for the glory, but the crowd that was crowded just now was gone. Four tall, stout men stood outside the small door, replacing the two beautiful girls in uniforms who originally stood here.

The four people saw a strange man and woman with guns in their hands, and they immediately surrounded Zhao Jianhui and Yan Wu.

"Baga, how are the people inside..." These people didn't have guns in their hands. Maybe there were not enough guns here after all, and they had to reach a certain level to have them.

However, these people all looked powerful, and it was obvious at a glance that they were also good fighters.

Zhao Jianhui's answer was simple. He raised his fist and hit a person in the face hard. The person screamed and fell out, covering his face, knocking over a nearby table.

"Yan Wu, do you still remember what I taught Kikugawa Nami? We are not competing with others, but - killing people..." The guy said while launching attacks continuously.

The person on the left immediately kicked him from the side. Zhao Jianhui turned around to avoid it and kicked him hard in the crotch. He covered his crotch and arched his body. Then Zhao Jianhui dodged the attack of the third person, locked his arm and knocked him and the fourth person together, and then picked up a stainless steel stool and smashed it at them headlessly and facelessly.

The fight ended in less than ten seconds, and they had no chance to fight back. After Zhao Jianhui finished the fight at the front, Yan Wu made up for it with one shot from behind, and the four of them went to see the god damn Amaterasu in unity.

"How many bullets do you have?" Seeing Yan Wu like this, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He turned over and walked into the small door. After a while, he came out with six or seven magazines and threw a few to Yan Wu.

"Didn't you say we want to kill people?" Yan Wu felt aggrieved when Zhao Jianhui complained. Zhao Jianhui rolled his eyes: "You don't have to use a gun to kill people. You search this door, I'll go over there to see, don't stay if there's nothing..." As he spoke, Zhao Jianhui pushed open another door and walked in.

What Zhao Jianhui didn't expect was that the door he opened was not a long corridor like the last one, but an elevator.

But there were only two buttons on this elevator, up and down, but obviously no numbers. Zhao Jianhui pressed the elevator to go up, and when he came out, he was almost shocked. Whether in Huanghai or Dayun City, he had never seen such a magnificent palace, even the most luxurious Arab top star hotel might not be more than this.

When he walked out of the elevator, the first thing that caught his eye was a stepped artificial waterfall. The waterfall cleverly combines atomized water technology with optical principles to form a unique kaleidoscope effect.

The floor is paved with precious Italian marble, and the intricate mosaic wall and ceiling design make the layout of the entire hall extremely luxurious. The walls are decorated with crystal painted reliefs, all of which are pictures related to male and female xx content.

The crystal chandelier above the head is really high-end crystal, and there is also a bar and a dance floor, equipped with very advanced audio-visual equipment. Several beautiful strippers are dancing on the pole, but more naked handsome men and beautiful women are looking at Zhao Jianhui with their mouths wide open.

Zhao Jianhui quickly glanced at the crowd, but did not see You Xiaoran. This made him feel relieved and more anxious.

"Asshole! Kill him!" A woman suddenly shouted in Japanese like a beast, and Zhao Jianhui raised his hand and shot the woman in the head.

"Ah..." Several screams, the naked men and women inside suddenly flew away like birds and beasts. Some people in black clothes also came out from the corner, holding some steel pipes and whips in their hands.

"All those little Japanese bastards must die." Zhao Jianhui smiled and pulled the trigger. The bullet accurately hit the forehead of a Japanese thug, and brain and blood splattered. The body with a big hole in the back of the head fell to the ground, and the dark red blood stained the precious carpet.

Screams came one after another, and those naked men screamed and ran around in a hurry. Most of them found a place to hide, and some fearless people rushed towards Zhao Jianhui, intending to escape. Zhao Jianhui shot and broke a man's kneecap, and the rest of the people immediately scattered.

"Don't... don't shoot, we are Chinese!" Right in front of Zhao Jianhui, a man and a woman squatting on the ground holding their heads watched Zhao Jianhui's bullets hit the target, and the black people fell to the ground one after another, and several women held their heads and screamed hysterically.

"You are also Chinese?" Zhao Jianhui sneered twice, and finally did not shoot them. He just waved the gun in his hand and snorted: "Get out of here..."

Those people were obviously shocked and stood up and ran away. Zhao Jianhui noticed that there were eight doors on the walls around him, which looked like elevator doors. But the group of people did not run inside, but ran to a door on the other side of the hall.

Zhao Jianhui reached out and grabbed a woman who was lying on the ground and couldn't run, and shouted: "Where does this lead to?"

"Humph...%%##￥￥###￥￥￥￥***" I really didn't expect that this woman who was so scared that she was lying on the ground was actually a Korean.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh: "What are you humming? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Who said I'm not afraid? I'm scared to death, can't you see?" The man stood up tremblingly with the help of Zhao Jianhui, and said with trembling teeth: "I am scared to death, but I have to say that you are a devil, a devil from hell, why do you want to destroy our nude party?"

Seeing that this woman actually put on a face like a moralist, as if she was accumulating strength to fight with him. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh. This woman was not only weird in behavior, but also deeply infected by the poison of the Japanese in her thoughts. It was simply pathetic, pitiful and hateful.

"Get lost, I don't have time to deal with you..." Zhao Jianhui pushed her away and walked forward.

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