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Chapter 142

Well done, that's what it's supposed to mean, I thought.

Poker-face seldom expresses feelings that have nothing to do with his goals. Although if he said it forcefully, maybe he felt a little relieved that his old teammates would no longer be so salty and things would be completed more smoothly, but I feel Rina is more like a compliment to me.

So I was a little proud, and then I was patted again by Xiaohua who came up from behind.

"Come on." Xiaohua said, and kicked the gunman who was about to get up again, "You can handle this."

Come on, even the person who got slapped by Poker Ping and Xiao Hua twice, if I still can't figure it out, then I'd be too stupid.

The gunman probably just got beaten a little bit hard by Poker Bottle, and he struggled for a long time before getting up, Xiaohua's kick directly made his efforts in vain, and I wouldn't give him any space to struggle, so I went straight up and grabbed him with my knee ribs, and put the knife across his neck.

At this point, the gunman should also know that he has no part in struggling. While my knees caught his ribs and made it difficult for him to breathe, my heels kicked his waist. If a person who fell on the ground wants to stand up, he must Relying on the strength of the waist, even if the gunman wants to move now, he is powerless.

I am very concerned about the battle situation over Poker Ping, but I don’t want to be distracted. After all, this person belongs to the Wang family. If I were to deal with him alone, I would have to deal with it with all my strength. It shouldn't be a big problem if it's with the stuffy oil bottle.

I looked at the shooter, this man was tightly wrapped, only his eyes were exposed, and the skin around the eyes looked like he was in his 20s, but after thinking about it, Poker Bottle looked like he was in his 20s. This matter cannot be discussed at all, maybe the people of these two families are a little mysterious.

The gunman also looked at me very calmly. After being captured by me, he looked very calm and didn’t seem to have any intention of struggling. The sluggishness of control, just pure calm, looks a bit like a stuffy bottle.

Is it all like this, people from these two families, or does it mean that as long as people live long enough, they will end up with no sorrow or joy?

I'm a little curious, but now I can't communicate with him in this state where both of them are tightly packed, and he won't communicate with me, so I just keep looking at him with the tip of the knife on his neck , he looked at me calmly, as if the two of us were just sitting opposite each other.

"Little Sanye, I'm here too." The voice of the black glasses came from the radio, and after I agreed, the black glasses appeared from behind me, seeming to be hesitating whether to help me watch the shooter or go to do hand rolling In front of him, I said "I'm fine", and he agreed and rushed to the front.

In such a narrow environment, three-on-one is the limit, and if there is more, there will be accidental injury. I can't see the battle situation on Pokerfing's side very clearly, but there is no doubt that they must have the upper hand.

This fight lasted for several minutes - from a human point of view, it is not easy for a human being to survive for several minutes under the attack of Poker Bottle, Xiaohua and Black Glasses before losing, even now Poker Both Bottle and Black Glasses are not in the best physical condition, which is enough to show the combat effectiveness of hand-rolled noodles.

"It's done." Xiao Hua said to me over there.

I agreed, and suddenly felt the gunman under my control move strangely, and my nerves tensed up, only to find that he showed a weird smile at me.

This strange smile made me a little bit angry. This expression is definitely not from anger or anything. My intuition made me realize that he must want to do something. I pulled off the high collar he had been using to protect his face, and at the same time Notice two things.

First, I've seen this face before, it's the woman who touched porcelain outside the department store.Sure enough, there is a reasonable explanation for things here.

Second, when I made this action, the weird smile on the shooter's face became more obvious.

What else can she do?Now I have completely controlled him, the only possibility is that he has a bomb on his body, but in that case, the risk factor of the action is too high, it shouldn't be.

As I was trying to think, I noticed the gunman's lips move—she was about to speak.

As if to allow me to see clearly, the gunman's lip movements are very obvious.

"There is no hope." She read out these five words slowly.

I was so angry that I punched her in the face. The gunman couldn't dodge at all. I hit her right on the face, and I punched her nose crookedly, which made that weird smile look extraordinarily scary.Moreover, when I punched down, black blood slowly flowed from the corner of the shooter's mouth. I was stunned for a moment, and then I understood it.

The gunman already had poison in his mouth, and he planned to take poison to commit suicide if the situation was wrong. Unexpectedly, in such a snow-capped mountain, she would actually plan to die at any time.

Moreover, when he was about to die, he also said the phrase "there is no hope" to me.

In just a few seconds, the gunman's face had already turned blue, and then she died in a few seconds, leaving only that weird and indescribable smile, and the curse-like "hopeless" .

Is this sentence for yourself or for me?

What is hopeless?

My heart has already sunk, and the gunman should have known when he said this, that hand-rolled noodles can't last long, but even so, she would still say "no hope" like this, as if she was sure of my heart There is no way to reverse the outcome of the failure, and it is the same as not being afraid of being known to me.

But she's dead now, and I can't even question her.

"Don't let that man kill himself," I put the negativity aside and said over the radio, "This man has taken poison."

"Understood." Xiaohua said, "Remove his chin directly, and then ask questions."

The hand-rolling noodle was pressed on a big rock by the black glasses with both hands cut backwards. Poker bottle had already handed over his gun. Hearing my words, the black glasses opened the collar of the hand-rolling noodle, ready to remove his jaw, but When the face of the hand-rolled noodles was fully displayed in front of us, all of us were stunned.

Except for a pair of exposed eyes, all the criss-crossing and horizontal scars on that face, some wounds have not even healed, it is obvious that this person came to hunt us down, but did not let us see his face He didn't hesitate to completely destroy his face.