"what you do!"

There was a guardian on the second floor. After finding him jumping from the second floor, he hurriedly asked loudly and chased him to the railing.

While Lan Ying was still in mid-air, she raised her hand and threw out a thin-blade flying knife.

laugh!

With a slight sound of breaking through the air, the flying knife accurately hit the wrist of the neon soldier holding the copy. He screamed in pain, and the power in his hand was removed, and the copy fell to the ground.

The Neon soldier discovered him and quickly turned around and raised his gun to shoot.

Bang! Bang bang!

The blue eagle fell from the sky and landed on the seats in the first floor hall. It rolled down and fell into the seats.

The Neon Soldier's gun is a standard 38-large cover. The bullets shot hit the back of the seat, which directly turned out to be a big hole. It can penetrate several seats in a row. It is quite powerful, and for a moment, wood chips and cotton are broken.

Hiding behind the seat, the Blue Eagle bent and walked around quickly, getting up from time to time to throw out the flying knife.

Whenever he gets up, neon soldiers will scream and get hit by the knife when he takes action, but they are all places where hands and feet cannot be fatal.

This is the concession, killing neon soldiers will bring a lot of trouble.

The Fourth Master took risks to support him in robbing the copy.

If it causes trouble to the Fourth Master, it will be more than worth the loss.

With the help of the seat, his figure suddenly appeared and instantly beat dozens of neon soldiers to the point of dizziness.

The neon soldiers on the first floor could not see his position, but the neon soldiers on the second floor were clearly seen.

"He's there!"

The neon soldier pointed at the Blue Eagle's position and gave the neon soldier below the command, but he could only divert the attention of the neon soldier below, which helped the worse.

He simply stopped shouting, picked up his gun and began to try to aim at the Blue Eagle.

Seeing this, Long Si took a sip of cigarettes, blew downwards, and his wrists shook violently.

A playing card flew out of his cuffs, spinning rapidly, flying towards him diagonally.

Spinning around in the air, the playing cards went around to the right side of the Neon Soldier and cut accurately on his wrist.

"ah!"

The neon soldier cried out in pain, his wrist swayed, and his muzzle was slightly shifted.

Bang!

A cloud of smoke was shot out of the back of the seat in front of Blue Eagle. He turned around and threw it out, hitting the neon soldier's finger that pulled the trigger.

The thin but sharp flying knife directly cut off the finger. The neon soldier let go and the gun fell off the second floor.

Lan Ying looked at Long Si, nodded slightly, then leaned forward and avoided a wave of concentrated fire.

The 38th large cover had only five rounds of ammunition loading. At this moment, many neon soldiers' guns were gone without bullets and began to change bullets in a hurry.

Hearing the sparse gunfire, Lan Ying stood up instantly, raised her hand and threw out the few flying knives left on her body, and then strode towards the neon soldier.

With a few screams, three or four neon soldiers fell to the ground.

The remaining neon soldiers were shocked by his bravery, and they were all nervous, and the speed of changing bullets was greatly reduced.

Someone who had no time to change the bullets, so he picked up the gun and rushed towards the Blue Eagle, wanting to fight with the Blue Eagle with a bayonet.

He dodged a few people and moved, and the short blades in his hands were slashed, and the neon soldiers were shot.

But there are more than twenty Neon soldiers left, and some have replaced the bullets.

I knew I could not stop any longer. Blue Eagle looked at the copy, raised his hand and suddenly a steel claw flew out from his cuff, grabbing the copy on the ground.

The steel claws accurately clamped the copy edge. The Blue Eagle pulled the wire connected to the steel claws. The steel claws were immediately locked and clamped to death, and he pulled them back.

Raising his hand to catch the copy, Blue Eagle picked up the copy without any hesitation, and rushed to the window.

The neon soldiers hurriedly raised their guns and shot them. Bullets bite him and passed by. The blue eagle rushed to the window, lowered its head and jumped violently. Then they broke through the window and jumped out.

"Catch him! Can't let him run away!"

The neon officer leading the team shouted angrily, and a team of neon soldiers followed him out of the window and chased in the direction where the blue eagle disappeared.

"Kenjiro Matsumoto! How did you guard the second floor? Why did the Chinese people come down from the second floor?"

Neon officer rushed to the guards on the second floor to vent his anger.

Holding the bloody hand, the neon soldier panicked and defended: "I have issued a warning. The Chinese man is too fast. When I warned, he has already jumped."

As he said that, he suddenly thought of something, pointed at Long Si and shouted: "That Chinese man is with him! I saw them talking!"

The neon officer looked at Long Si, but saw him smoking a cigarette, looking down at him condescendingly, with a silent look on his face.

"Fool!"

Officer Neon cursed angrily and pointed at him and ordered: "Take him down immediately!"

The neon soldier rushed to the second floor, pointed the gun at Long Si and shouted: "Go down! Hurry up!"

Slowly spit out the smoke, Long Si glanced at them calmly, and slowly stood up: "I will leave myself."

Leading Qiangzi, he walked downstairs.

The Neon officer came to him and pointed at him and shouted, "Where is that Chinese man? Answer me!"

He glanced at him contemptuously, and Long Si said calmly: "I don't know."

"ha!"

Officer Neon was furious and raised his hand to hit him.

Long Si suddenly spoke and said coldly in a very standard neon voice: "Consul Neon and I are good friends. If you dare to touch me, just wait to go to the military court!"

The Neon Officer raised his hands and froze, his face changed, but he could not confirm the authenticity of what Long Si said.

He put down his hands hatefully, and he ordered to his subordinates: "Take him back!"

The subordinate stepped forward, pressed Long Si with his gun, and rushed him towards the door.

The gunfire just now made the people who were originally blocking the door disperse. The bullets were not eye-catching, and if they were accidentally injured by stray bullets, it would be no fun.

In addition, people from the police station arrived and drove them across the road and opened the door.

Although they retreated across the road, no one left. They all watched the entrance of the cinema from afar, guessing what was happening inside.

The gunshots had stopped, the door opened, and two teams of neon soldiers walked out with guns.

A middle-aged man with a child led a half-old child out and was taken out by them.

But the man's face was calm and he had no fear at all. This courage immediately won applause and applause from the onlookers.

"Who is this person? He really has the legacy of Huo Daxia!"

This is the audience who have watched the movies.

"That kid is not bad either. If my bastard, I'm afraid he'll have peed his pants now!"

"Why arrest them?" someone asked in confusion.

"Who knows? When did these dog-good neon people treat us Chinese as humans?"

"If Huo Daxia is alive, kill these bastards!"

There were many whispers in the crowd, and there were many people who were indignant.

Suddenly, Qiangzi, who had been following Long Si, looked at the crowd silently and shouted: "Uncle God!"

He shouted, and he was about to run into the crowd.

"Qianzi is back!"

Long Si hurriedly reached out and pulled Qiangzi back.

"Baga! Dare to sneak away?"

A neon soldier stormed and strode towards Qiangzi's head.

"You dare!"

Long Si shouted angrily, took Qiangzi into his arms and protected him.

Suddenly, the neon soldier seemed to have slipped his hand, and his rifle actually fell off his hand and fell to the ground. The muzzle flipped and pointed it at his own arm.

Bang!

The gun fired, and his entire right arm was instantly interrupted by the bullets that were out of the cavity, and blood gushed out instantly.

"ah!"

He screamed, lay down to the ground, his eyes rolled, and fainted from pain.

The neon soldier beside him rushed forward, pressing the broken arm of his arm, and rushed to rescue and bandage.

Qiangzi hid in Long Si's arms, poked out half of his head, looked at the crowd, searching for something.

Soon, he found the familiar figure in the crowd.
Chapter completed!