Chapter 165
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As soon as Ichiro Yamamoto waved, the ghost warrior in orange went to the nearby wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine that Ichiro Yamamoto had treasured for many years.
He carefully took out six cups, filled them one by one, and respectfully sent them to everyone of the remnant blade.
"Come on, everybody, in order to catch the wind for you and the pleasure of our cooperation, I'll give you a toast." Ichiro Yamamoto raised the red wine in the glass and smiled at the people, then drank it up with his head up.
The remnant blade people naturally couldn't help but give face, and all drank the wine in the cup.
"Sure enough, it's a good wine. Unexpectedly, the head of Finance treasured such a good boutique." the strong black man licked his lips, got up, picked up the wine bottle and blew it.
"Ha ha, it's really refreshing. There's enough wine today." Ichiro Yamamoto laughed and ordered the ghost warrior in orange to open the wine cabinet and take out all the good wine.
What's the killer's money for? Nature is drinking, gambling and playing with women.
The killers of remnant blade saw the good wine on the table and their eyes were full of laughter, because the wine here can't be bought by money. Naturally, they won't miss this opportunity.
It was getting late and late. It was dusk unconsciously. A bloody setting sun began to fall gradually, leaving a touch of blood red on the horizon.
At this time, the people of cripple blade and Ichiro Yamamoto have been drinking for several hours. Even if they can drink well, they all feel a little drunk.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise of "boom!" and an explosion outside.
"What's the situation?" Ichiro Yamamoto shouted out of the door.
The ghost warrior in yellow hurried in from the outside with a samurai sword in his hand. "Captain Cai, it's bad. An armed helicopter has flown in and has opened the door! All the leaders are taking people to fight back!"
"What!" Ichiro Yamamoto suddenly stood up from the sofa, "who is the other person!"
"I don't know yet!" replied the Yellow ghost warrior.
In fact, Ichiro Yamamoto's heart also guessed about it, but he was not sure.
The remnant blades were also shocked by the sudden attack. They looked at each other. Except for the war maniac in camouflage, the others frowned.
They guessed that it should also be longying, but they didn't expect longying to open the plane and blast the door directly.
"Whoosh!" another rocket was fired from the armed helicopter, directly smashing the remaining half of the gate.
"Baga!" some people in black with guns came out from all directions and kept shooting at the armed helicopter.
"Bang!" a sniper shot rang, and a bullet ran through the bodies of the two people. The two people fell down and became two cold bodies.
"Bang!" another shot, the head of a man in black exploded like a rotten watermelon, and another headless body fell down.
More and more people poured out from all directions, as if they were dying.
"Ha ha, please have some good food!" Meng Li, the only one who took Gatlin and the bazooka, laughed. Gatlin in his hand began to spit out a long tongue of fire and roared angrily.
For crowded occasions, Gatling is undoubtedly the most lethal weapon. There is no need to aim at it. A shuttle of bullets goes down, and more than half of the people who just swarmed out have been killed and injured.
"Ha ha, please have some more!" just as Meng Li took down the bullet wrapped around him.
"Whoosh!" a rocket scraped past the armed helicopter.
"Qin Yun, Qing Lan! The one who takes the bazooka!" the leader of the helicopter ordered them.
"Yes!" Qin Yun and Wu Qinglan agreed and began to "roll call" the people in black carrying rocket launchers one by one with sniper guns.
A man in black carrying a bazooka fell down, and another person around him took over the bazooka. When he was about to shoot, his head was shot through and fell down again, one by one.
There were even seven or eight bodies lying next to a rocket launcher on the ground. The rocket launcher, the biggest weapon of the armed helicopter, became their God of death. Whoever touches the rocket launcher will die.
Now they would rather shoot at each other with an AK47 than carry a rocket launcher.
For a time, the people of Yamamoto organization were suppressed by the powerful firepower of longying people, like a massacre, and soon the ground was covered with corpses.
"Be careful, sniper!" the old horse, who had been watching the war coldly, shouted at the dragon head. After years of tacit understanding, the two had developed a tacit understanding. At the same time, the dragon head quickly turned the direction of the helicopter.
"Bang!" the bullet of a sniper gun rubbed Meng Li's arm, leaving only skin trauma on him.
"Fuck! I didn't shoot my head!" a man in camouflage clothes hiding behind the window scolded in a deep voice, and then hurried to another place.
Once the sniper exposes his position, he will evacuate quickly. No one will stop foolishly and let the other party's fire focus on himself.
Seeing this, Meng Li drew back his body, and a cold sweat sprang up on his forehead. If it hadn't been for the cooperation of the old horse and the dragon head, he might have been a corpse.
Qin Yun and Wu Qinglan both noticed the direction of the bullet and fired a shot at a window on the top floor of the building, but the place just now had long disappeared.
At this time, a ghost warrior wearing orange clothes and holding a samurai sword came out of the building. As soon as he appeared, he attracted most of the fire of the Dragon shadow.
However, he just showed his face, shouted "retreat" and turned his head into the building of Yamamoto consortium.
All the people on the ground gave up fighting back and fled into the building one by one, leaving only bodies on the ground.
"Whoosh", the armed helicopter fired two smoke bombs at the ground, and the whole open space was shrouded in smoke. Now the snipers hiding in the building could not start.
Then the dragon head turned to the people: "go down and kill these bastards!"
As soon as the order of the dragon head was given, the old horse threw down a rope and slid down first.
Then the second, the third,... When all nine got off the helicopter, the old horse said in a deep voice: "now, armed infiltration!"
"Yes!"
Long Ying is not a fool. He won't enter from the door of the building. This is tantamount to jumping into the encirclement of Yamamoto consortium.
So they detoured to the side of the building. Meng Li still took the lead, carrying a rocket launcher. There were two guns facing the building. The building was opened up a new exit.
"Get in!" Qin Yun threw his sniper gun aside, picked up the desert eagle at his waist and rushed in first.
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As soon as Ichiro Yamamoto waved, the ghost warrior in orange went to the nearby wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine that Ichiro Yamamoto had treasured for many years.
He carefully took out six cups, filled them one by one, and respectfully sent them to everyone of the remnant blade.
"Come on, everybody, in order to catch the wind for you and the pleasure of our cooperation, I'll give you a toast." Ichiro Yamamoto raised the red wine in the glass and smiled at the people, then drank it up with his head up.
The remnant blade people naturally couldn't help but give face, and all drank the wine in the cup.
"Sure enough, it's a good wine. Unexpectedly, the head of Finance treasured such a good boutique." the strong black man licked his lips, got up, picked up the wine bottle and blew it.
"Ha ha, it's really refreshing. There's enough wine today." Ichiro Yamamoto laughed and ordered the ghost warrior in orange to open the wine cabinet and take out all the good wine.
What's the killer's money for? Nature is drinking, gambling and playing with women.
The killers of remnant blade saw the good wine on the table and their eyes were full of laughter, because the wine here can't be bought by money. Naturally, they won't miss this opportunity.
It was getting late and late. It was dusk unconsciously. A bloody setting sun began to fall gradually, leaving a touch of blood red on the horizon.
At this time, the people of cripple blade and Ichiro Yamamoto have been drinking for several hours. Even if they can drink well, they all feel a little drunk.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise of "boom!" and an explosion outside.
"What's the situation?" Ichiro Yamamoto shouted out of the door.
The ghost warrior in yellow hurried in from the outside with a samurai sword in his hand. "Captain Cai, it's bad. An armed helicopter has flown in and has opened the door! All the leaders are taking people to fight back!"
"What!" Ichiro Yamamoto suddenly stood up from the sofa, "who is the other person!"
"I don't know yet!" replied the Yellow ghost warrior.
In fact, Ichiro Yamamoto's heart also guessed about it, but he was not sure.
The remnant blades were also shocked by the sudden attack. They looked at each other. Except for the war maniac in camouflage, the others frowned.
They guessed that it should also be longying, but they didn't expect longying to open the plane and blast the door directly.
"Whoosh!" another rocket was fired from the armed helicopter, directly smashing the remaining half of the gate.
"Baga!" some people in black with guns came out from all directions and kept shooting at the armed helicopter.
"Bang!" a sniper shot rang, and a bullet ran through the bodies of the two people. The two people fell down and became two cold bodies.
"Bang!" another shot, the head of a man in black exploded like a rotten watermelon, and another headless body fell down.
More and more people poured out from all directions, as if they were dying.
"Ha ha, please have some good food!" Meng Li, the only one who took Gatlin and the bazooka, laughed. Gatlin in his hand began to spit out a long tongue of fire and roared angrily.
For crowded occasions, Gatling is undoubtedly the most lethal weapon. There is no need to aim at it. A shuttle of bullets goes down, and more than half of the people who just swarmed out have been killed and injured.
"Ha ha, please have some more!" just as Meng Li took down the bullet wrapped around him.
"Whoosh!" a rocket scraped past the armed helicopter.
"Qin Yun, Qing Lan! The one who takes the bazooka!" the leader of the helicopter ordered them.
"Yes!" Qin Yun and Wu Qinglan agreed and began to "roll call" the people in black carrying rocket launchers one by one with sniper guns.
A man in black carrying a bazooka fell down, and another person around him took over the bazooka. When he was about to shoot, his head was shot through and fell down again, one by one.
There were even seven or eight bodies lying next to a rocket launcher on the ground. The rocket launcher, the biggest weapon of the armed helicopter, became their God of death. Whoever touches the rocket launcher will die.
Now they would rather shoot at each other with an AK47 than carry a rocket launcher.
For a time, the people of Yamamoto organization were suppressed by the powerful firepower of longying people, like a massacre, and soon the ground was covered with corpses.
"Be careful, sniper!" the old horse, who had been watching the war coldly, shouted at the dragon head. After years of tacit understanding, the two had developed a tacit understanding. At the same time, the dragon head quickly turned the direction of the helicopter.
"Bang!" the bullet of a sniper gun rubbed Meng Li's arm, leaving only skin trauma on him.
"Fuck! I didn't shoot my head!" a man in camouflage clothes hiding behind the window scolded in a deep voice, and then hurried to another place.
Once the sniper exposes his position, he will evacuate quickly. No one will stop foolishly and let the other party's fire focus on himself.
Seeing this, Meng Li drew back his body, and a cold sweat sprang up on his forehead. If it hadn't been for the cooperation of the old horse and the dragon head, he might have been a corpse.
Qin Yun and Wu Qinglan both noticed the direction of the bullet and fired a shot at a window on the top floor of the building, but the place just now had long disappeared.
At this time, a ghost warrior wearing orange clothes and holding a samurai sword came out of the building. As soon as he appeared, he attracted most of the fire of the Dragon shadow.
However, he just showed his face, shouted "retreat" and turned his head into the building of Yamamoto consortium.
All the people on the ground gave up fighting back and fled into the building one by one, leaving only bodies on the ground.
"Whoosh", the armed helicopter fired two smoke bombs at the ground, and the whole open space was shrouded in smoke. Now the snipers hiding in the building could not start.
Then the dragon head turned to the people: "go down and kill these bastards!"
As soon as the order of the dragon head was given, the old horse threw down a rope and slid down first.
Then the second, the third,... When all nine got off the helicopter, the old horse said in a deep voice: "now, armed infiltration!"
"Yes!"
Long Ying is not a fool. He won't enter from the door of the building. This is tantamount to jumping into the encirclement of Yamamoto consortium.
So they detoured to the side of the building. Meng Li still took the lead, carrying a rocket launcher. There were two guns facing the building. The building was opened up a new exit.
"Get in!" Qin Yun threw his sniper gun aside, picked up the desert eagle at his waist and rushed in first.
As soon as Ichiro Yamamoto waved, the ghost warrior in orange went to the nearby wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine that Ichiro Yamamoto had treasured for many years.He carefully took out six cups, filled them one by one, and respectfully sent them to everyone of the remnant blade."Come on, everybody, in order to catch the wind for you and the pleasure of our cooperation, I'll give you a toast." Ichiro Yamamoto raised the red wine in the glass and smiled at the people, then drank it up with his head up.The remnant blade people naturally couldn't help but give face, and all drank the wine in the cup."Sure enough, it's a good wine. Unexpectedly, the head of Finance treasured such a good boutique." the strong black man licked his lips, got up, picked up the wine bottle and blew it."Ha ha, it's really refreshing. There's enough wine today." Ichiro Yamamoto laughed and ordered the ghost warrior in orange to open the wine cabinet and take out all the good wine.What's the killer's money for? Nature is drinking, gambling and playing with women.The killers of remnant blade saw the good wine on the table and their eyes were full of laughter, because the wine here can't be bought by money. Naturally, they won't miss this opportunity.It was getting late and late. It was dusk unconsciously. A bloody setting sun began to fall gradually, leaving a touch of blood red on the horizon.At this time, the people of cripple blade and Ichiro Yamamoto have been drinking for several hours. Even if they can drink well, they all feel a little drunk.Suddenly, there was a loud noise of "boom!" and an explosion outside."What's the situation?" Ichiro Yamamoto shouted out of the door.The ghost warrior in yellow hurried in from the outside with a samurai sword in his hand. "Captain Cai, it's bad. An armed helicopter has flown in and has opened the door! All the leaders are taking people to fight back!""What!" Ichiro Yamamoto suddenly stood up from the sofa, "who is the other person!""I don't know yet!" replied the Yellow ghost warrior.In fact, Ichiro Yamamoto's heart also guessed about it, but he was not sure.The remnant blades were also shocked by the sudden attack. They looked at each other. Except for the war maniac in camouflage, the others frowned.They guessed that it should also be longying, but they didn't expect longying to open the plane and blast the door directly."Whoosh!" another rocket was fired from the armed helicopter, directly smashing the remaining half of the gate."Baga!" some people in black with guns came out from all directions and kept shooting at the armed helicopter."Bang!" a sniper shot rang, and a bullet ran through the bodies of the two people. The two people fell down and became two cold bodies."Bang!" another shot, the head of a man in black exploded like a rotten watermelon, and another headless body fell down.More and more people poured out from all directions, as if they were dying."Ha ha, please have some good food!" Meng Li, the only one who took Gatlin and the bazooka, laughed. Gatlin in his hand began to spit out a long tongue of fire and roared angrily.For crowded occasions, Gatling is undoubtedly the most lethal weapon. There is no need to aim at it. A shuttle of bullets goes down, and more than half of the people who just swarmed out have been killed and injured."Ha ha, please have some more!" just as Meng Li took down the bullet wrapped around him."Whoosh!" a rocket scraped past the armed helicopter."Qin Yun, Qing Lan! The one who takes the bazooka!" the leader of the helicopter ordered them."Yes!" Qin Yun and Wu Qinglan agreed and began to "roll call" the people in black carrying rocket launchers one by one with sniper guns.A man in black carrying a bazooka fell down, and another person around him took over the bazooka. When he was about to shoot, his head was shot through and fell down again, one by one.There were even seven or eight bodies lying next to a rocket launcher on the ground. The rocket launcher, the biggest weapon of the armed helicopter, became their God of death. Whoever touches the rocket launcher will die.Now they would rather shoot at each other with an AK47 than carry a rocket launcher.For a time, the people of Yamamoto organization were suppressed by the powerful firepower of longying people, like a massacre, and soon the ground was covered with corpses."Be careful, sniper!" the old horse, who had been watching the war coldly, shouted at the dragon head. After years of tacit understanding, the two had developed a tacit understanding. At the same time, the dragon head quickly turned the direction of the helicopter."Bang!" the bullet of a sniper gun rubbed Meng Li's arm, leaving only skin trauma on him."Fuck! I didn't shoot my head!" a man in camouflage clothes hiding behind the window scolded in a deep voice, and then hurried to another place.Once the sniper exposes his position, he will evacuate quickly. No one will stop foolishly and let the other party's fire focus on himself.Seeing this, Meng Li drew back his body, and a cold sweat sprang up on his forehead. If it hadn't been for the cooperation of the old horse and the dragon head, he might have been a corpse.Qin Yun and Wu Qinglan both noticed the direction of the bullet and fired a shot at a window on the top floor of the building, but the place just now had long disappeared.At this time, a ghost warrior wearing orange clothes and holding a samurai sword came out of the building. As soon as he appeared, he attracted most of the fire of the Dragon shadow.However, he just showed his face, shouted "retreat" and turned his head into the building of Yamamoto consortium.All the people on the ground gave up fighting back and fled into the building one by one, leaving only bodies on the ground."Whoosh", the armed helicopter fired two smoke bombs at the ground, and the whole open space was shrouded in smoke. Now the snipers hiding in the building could not start.Then the dragon head turned to the people: "go down and kill these bastards!"As soon as the order of the dragon head was given, the old horse threw down a rope and slid down first.Then the second, the third,... When all nine got off the helicopter, the old horse said in a deep voice: "now, armed infiltration!""Yes!"Long Ying is not a fool. He won't enter from the door of the building. This is tantamount to jumping into the encirclement of Yamamoto consortium.So they detoured to the side of the building. Meng Li still took the lead, carrying a rocket launcher. There were two guns facing the building. The building was opened up a new exit."Get in!" Qin Yun threw his sniper gun aside, picked up the desert eagle at his waist and rushed in first.
