Chapter 86 Scared away
Chapter 86 Scared away
"Brother! Who could have used a foreign gun to beat you into this state?!"
When Wang Zhongjun saw the injury on Yan Xiaoguo's shoulder, he was also shocked and quickly signaled his men to go forward to rescue him.
Others may not be aware of how powerful Yan Xiaoguo is, but he has known Yan Xiaoguo since he was a child and has been getting along with him for decades. He has already been very clear about the skills of this big brother.
With Yan Xiaoguo's current state of mind, the warning signs in his heart have long since reached that of an inhuman level. Even if his hearing and vision are limited, his body sense alone is enough to kill his way in and out of dozens of people. His skin is as tough as that of an elephant or rhinoceros. It is simply impossible to achieve such results on Yan Xiaoguo with a Western-style rifle.
This was because most gunners simply could not aim accurately and could not hit a warrior above the fourth level, let alone a master who had crossed the bridge between heaven and earth. Only an array of muskets could fire in unison and surround them with an iron curtain storm, would any effect be achieved.
Wang Zhongjun recalled the two loud noises outside the courtyard just now. He was about to send someone to block the gate while he was about to go forward and deal with Li Bingwu himself.
Then Yan Xiaoguo gave the order, "There's a monster outside, we can't defeat it, retreat quickly!"
It is no wonder that Yan Xiaoguo made such a decision. Any veteran who has survived on battlefields for many years knows how terrifying a master figure is.
Now that he had met a martial artist who was not much weaker than a grandmaster, Yan Xiaoguo had to be more cautious.
What's more, this warrior also has a foreign gun with extremely powerful power, enough to threaten his life.
Thinking about the bullet flashing with green light and the feeling of being pressed on a chopping board and being slaughtered, Yan Xiaoguo felt like there was something stuck in his throat and a thorn in his back.
Although he wanted to fight Qin Huai to the death to determine who was better, Yan Xiaoguo hesitated a bit when he thought of the mission from the palace, and finally decided to put state affairs first.
"Third brother, take a few brothers to cover our retreat, we will retreat first!"
Seeing that Yan Xiaoguo's face was dark red and he was regulating his breathing to suppress his wounds, Wang Zhongjun quickly took over the command, asked his deputy to take over, and he protected Yan Xiaoguo and retreated first.
"Humph, want to run?!"
Thunder exploded and an evil spirit knocked on the door.
Qin Huai, who was a little bigger than before, walked in with a gun in his hand. His eyes were glowing even darker and his whole body was filled with murderous intent.
Under the dim light, the hideous blade under the giant's tattered dress was slowly moving, his neatly combed short hair was blown messy by the wind, and his indifferent and stern face was tougher than a sword.
What a great god in the world!
The assassins who were left behind seemed to have no idea what fear was. A few of them were left to fight with Li Bingwu, and the remaining elite soldiers turned into ghosts and floated in front of Qin Huai. They used the soul-catching chains and life-claiming hooks in their hands to attack at the same time, not seeking to kill the enemy, but only to trap Qin Huai.
Qin Huai's eyes turned cold, his shoulders and hips aligned, his ribs and knees coordinated, his strength came from the soles of his feet, his power came from his wrists, and as he stepped sideways and moved his body in a big way, the silver spear in his hand burst into gun flowers.
The rapid and intensive stabbing pushed aside the fine steel hooks one by one like a rain of pear blossoms. While the dead soldiers were dazzled and immersed in the red leaves and silver flowers, Qin Huai's spine stretched out like a dragon and his clamp hands suddenly pushed forward!
Qin Wang sharpens the flag! Single killer! Flash and earn the gun!
The silver dragon roared, and the little ghost was killed. Qin Huai casually threw away the corpse hanging on the gun head and looked at Li Bingwu who was still in a stalemate. He spoke to distract the attention of the assassins and walked forward with his gun.
"Uncle Wu, your fine steel silver spear is really useful. It is much more convenient to use than the white wax rod."
"Stop being so mean and come on!"
Li Bingwu's body was already covered in blood and flesh from the hooks. Although they looked like minor injuries, he would have to recuperate for a while.
The silver spears fell like snow, and the red tassels fluttered like fire.
The two spears, one black and one white, showed amazing tacit understanding and cooperation like black and white dragons. Before the remaining dead soldiers could put up any effective resistance, the two dragons turned and moved, and in just a dozen breaths, these lonely ghosts were killed cleanly. Qin Huai felt the power of Canglan gradually fading from his body, and his face began to turn pale. While adjusting his breathing and trying to keep his abdominal injury from getting worse, he looked at Li Bingwu who was sitting on the ground and breathing heavily.
"Uncle Wu, after all the hassles, I finally caught up with him. If Mr. Huang Xi hadn't kept a trick up his sleeve and sent someone to Jinliyuan to inform me, I'd be in trouble today!"
Li Bingwu thought of Chen Huangxi who had hesitated to speak before, and suddenly realized.
"Brother Huang Xi is really thoughtful. I wonder if Brother Xiang's pigeon has been delivered."
"They were all stopped by the King of Hell. These assassins are indeed very careful. It seems we have to be careful from now on."
It is not good to always be one step behind others in intelligence. We must find a way to strengthen this weakness.
If there were another emergency like tonight, Qin Huai didn't think he would be able to successfully complete the firefighting mission every time.
If this causes a disaster again, it will be too late to regret.
Qin Huai thought secretly in his heart that what happened tonight was a reminder to him that it is always better to be in the dark than to be in the light.
Seeing that Li Bingwu had taken a break, the two men began to clean up the battlefield, constantly looking through the corpses on the field, finishing off those who had escaped the net, and looking to see if there were any troupe members who had survived the disaster and could be rescued.
In a dark alley, beside a few limp headless pigeon corpses, Xiang Hongying, dressed in red, was nervously checking her father's injuries.
The right half of his body was limp, his joints were dislocated, his tendons were dislocated, and several large bones were more or less broken. His injuries were serious, and I'm afraid he would have passed away if we had come a little later.
Xiang Hongying tried hard to suppress the tears in her eyes while she used her bare hands to reconnect Xiang Yihai's joints.
"Pfft~"
Xiang Yihai was awakened by the pain and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He looked at his daughter's pretty face covered in blood and raised his intact left hand with great effort to wipe off the blood.
"Xiao Qin is a good person. If I go, I can be relied on by Hongying."
After saying this, his left hand gradually fell down, and Xiang Yihai fainted again.
Outside the alley, horses neighed and people roared. Li Chongguang arrived late with his own doctor and a large number of police officers.
Smelling the bloody odor that spread around the theater in the sticky night, the knowledgeable Steve frowned, waved his hand, and ordered many white-hatted helmets to be on guard with guns and advance step by step.
Li Chongguang and the doctor were about to follow the man in the white hat into the theater lobby when they saw the Xiang father and daughter kneeling in the alley, and they rushed forward to help.
"Fortunately, fortunately, the pulse is stable. The emergency treatment was timely, and his life is safe.
But the master is old after all, and now that he has been seriously injured, it is hard to say how long he will live in the future."
Xiang Hongying heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the doctor's judgment. She had no time to think about what happened next. She worked with the doctor to lift her father onto the stretcher and then hurried to the Jinliyuan-affiliated clinic.
On the other side, three rows of men in white hats and helmets holding muskets escorted Li Chongguang and Steve into the theater hall. Looking at the devastating scene with corpses and blood all over the ground, Li Chongguang was overwhelmed by the thick smell of blood and felt nauseous and wanted to vomit on the spot, but was held back by Steve and protected behind him.
"Are you humans or ghosts?!"
(End of this chapter)