Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The person deeply held by Ink Jing looked blue and white and strangled his throat. He could not speak and could not escape.

Seeing others around him clearly did not intend to take care of the man's life, but held a gun to the depth of Ink's view, with full eyes, but could not kill him directly because he wanted to pull out what they wanted from him.

Just during this moment of impasse, people with hesitation and panic inside are naturally this group of people, and Mojing is the exact opposite.

He grinned and suddenly lifted his arm, and all the people there heard was a "bang” --

A string of crystal lamps on the ceiling of the hotel corridor were precisely passed by bullets, and various crystal glass lamps were smashed into pieces and slammed to the ground.

There are only two windows at the end of the corridor on the left and right sides, and this section in the middle is in darkness because the lights go out instantly.

The first person to rush out of the door of the safe passage was A K, because shooting after taking the gun was the same signal as the XI base had always been. As soon as the gunshot was heard, it rushed out directly at the fastest speed, followed closely by other base members who had crept up the stairs along the safe passage to the top floor.

The light in the corridor was too dark, the Cambodians were suddenly knocked down before reflecting what was happening, the guns in their hands and all that was used as weapons were instantly taken away, the progress was very quiet, and all the subsequent operations, except for the first shot fired at the depth of ink, did not make redundant noises, even when those people were knocked down, they fell instantly and could not speak a word.

The only person who had not been knocked down, who had always been strangled by Mojing, but had gradually adapted to this dark light, saw a scene around him and the XI base, his face changed dramatically, and he immediately wanted to shout out to remind the room that the warm season was being held hostage.

And just as he was about to open his mouth, the man holding the gun in front of him remained calm, pointing the gun at his eyebrow, as if he had not been threatened by any action he was about to shout.

The ink scene remains dark, still two words of indifference: “Open the door. ”

The man looked at him and moved his lip. After all, because the gun was pointing at his head, he did not dare to make a sound. He was about to whisper for forgiveness. The door not far behind him had been opened by then.

Although there was no movement after that, after all, their guns were not silencer guns, Mojing Deep shooting motion, the people inside could not hear, just for a moment and a half did not guess whether the guns were fired by their people, or who fired them. After all, if Mojing Deep really can enter this hotel, it should be searched, it is impossible to bring the guns in.

But the people who came out didn't expect that when the door opened, they would see more than two dozen XI bases standing in line in the dark, all pointed in the direction of the door.

The man's face was all wrinkled, his pupils tightened, and he was about to go back, but he stood in front of the door in shock because of the gunshots, and there was a moment of silence in the hallway.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Jing Deep was a wave of desolation.

The man in front of the door saw the depth of the ink in the dark, almost invisible light, then saw his brother faint again, and the other was held in his hand and turned back sharply.

Just moments after this man made a move, AK took the lead, shooting, "bang," and the man was instantly shot in the shoulder.

The room was already in a state of stagnation, while the person in charge had already dragged the season warmth of the bed, and at a moment when AK brought people in, it was seen that several of them resisted the season warmth on their shoulders, standing on the side of the balcony, one with a gun in his hand against the door.

They don't have a lot of people and they don't necessarily have enough bullets, but the biggest ace they have is Seasonal Warm.

Seeing that they had not officially survived the dangerous season warmth was so resisted on their shoulders that they left the hospital and experienced such a change, wondering if they could survive.

K. looked at them with a cold face. The gun in his hand had been pointed at the head of the person who was resisting the warmth of the season.

“LAPD and XI base members have completely surrounded the hotel, and they don't want to get things to the point where they don't die or get hurt, so let them go.” One sentence spilled from the throat of the man behind AK: “Give you the last 30 seconds.

The man who was resisting the warmth of the season sneered and suddenly looked back under the balcony, but he saw that there was actually a Los Angeles rescue team under the balcony who had arrived sometime. There was already a huge air cushion two stories high below. Even if the woman was thrown down to threaten them, there was no room for threats, and even if they jumped now, they would still be pressed instantly by the people surrounding them.

The faces of these people panicked instantly, full of surprises.

They've been hanging out with Tu Tai in war-torn countries for years. Rescue teams in those countries will never come to rescue people in such a timely fashion. They're not familiar with all aspects of Los Angeles. They usually just follow Tu Tai. Listen to the decisions made above and do things well. I didn't expect to rarely want to do a big ticket myself, but I lost count...

Mr. Control, are you sure they're gonna lose their game?

K. was about to walk up, and the guns in the electroluminescent firestone room suddenly shifted direction, directly affixing to the warm body of the season.

The members of Base XI are not weak, even more trained than many members of the United States Special Forces, and even have a superior value for force, so long as there is no loss under normal fighting conditions, but now Mrs Mo is in the hands of these Cambodians, not to mention that Mrs Mo is not in good physical condition, and she was not easily rescued at the hospital and cannot have any more pools, so they cannot do everything they can.

But even at this point, there is no downwind trend for those at base XI.

Just as those people cautiously kept staring in the direction of AK, fearing that they would not be threatened, Mo Jingdeep hit the gunpoint in his hand with clever force on the ribs of the person he held hostage, and kicked him forward with one foot as he bent over in pain.

K. heard the movement and looked back at the scene for a moment, while lifting his foot and kicking the person forward again, the person was already too thin and small. He was kicked twice. Almost the entire person had to fly to the balcony not far away. Finally, he fell under the feet of those people and instantly spit blood in his mouth.

Mo Jing went deep forward, and K followed his brothers closely behind him.