He pressed Marsh's back with one knee, picked up the dagger from the ground, and put it on Marsh's neck.

He had already seen that this man was the one who really had the final say here.

The old seven on the side also moved very quickly.

He raised his gun and pointed at the rest of the room.

Huang Qingyun pulled Marsh from the ground, and the sharp blade of the dagger left a blood mark on his neck:

"Let your people get out of here! Put down the weapons in your hand!" Huang Qingyun said calmly.

Marsh still rolled his eyes with the dead fish, and waved down at his subordinates:

"As he said, you put down your weapons and retreat!"

The pipe man who had just fallen to the ground has stood up and yelled:

"No one of you wants to run away!"

Many militiamen with guns appeared in the woods outside the camp.

However, the people at the entrance of the camp had already put down their weapons.

So the gun in Lao Qi's hand pointed at the pipe man instantly.

The two men's guns were facing each other.

"Come on! Two for two! Your mother, let's see who dies first!" Lao Qi's Adam's apple moved, his expression was extremely fierce.

Huang Qingyun tried a little harder in his hand,

The blood marks on Marsh's neck became even more obvious.

"Scatter! Scatter!" he shouted at the people around him.

Huang Qingyun dragged him and Lao Qi out of the tent.

The militias had surrounded them.

"Let them back!"

Facing the large group of people in front of him, he was not afraid at all, just like he faced the Hunan Army several times his own in Sanhe Town!

At the same time, he shouted to He Sanshui, Xiao Liuzi, who was confronting the enemy behind him:

"Quick! Get on the horse! Get ready to leave!"

When several young men heard the news, they held up their guns and rode on their horses.

Huang Qingyun dragged Marsh slowly towards his horse.

The militia and Marsh's subordinates did not dare to act rashly, and they could only watch Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi leaned towards Yingkou slowly.

It's about ten steps away from Yingkou.

Huang Qingyun carefully observed the opposite side, ready to move at any time.

"Bang!"

A sudden gunshot.

In just a moment, Huang Qingyun's body suddenly froze.

Lao Qi opened his eyes wide, and he saw in disbelief that a blood flower bloomed from Huang Qingyun's heart.

A bullet shot from Huang Qingyun's back from below and penetrated his lungs.

The one who shot was the cripple. He squatted in the shadow of a box on the side of Huang Qingyun, and smoke was emitting the muzzle in his hand.

Huang Qingyun used his strength to slash the dagger in his hand and cut open Marsh's neck.

Marsh fell to the ground, and blood gushed out of the wound.

For a moment, gunfire sounded loudly and several bullets hit Huang Qingyun at the same time.

Huang Qingyun couldn't support his body and knelt on the ground on one knee.

He could no longer speak, and he used all his last strength to wave to everyone behind him and asked them to leave quickly!

The seventh son, who was closest to him, rushed up and wanted to rescue him.

However, another bullet hit Huang Qingyun in the neck.

Blood was sprayed out, and I couldn't even cover it.

This former TPJ general who had been on the battlefield for many years collapsed on foreign land.

Lao Qi was also hit by several bullets and fell to the ground and stopped moving.

"Master Huang!"

"Old Qi!"

While fighting back at the militia and the members of the Knights of Labor, He Sanshui and others tried to rush over and snatch the bodies of the two.

But the bullets from the opposite side became increasingly dense, and the militia gradually approached them.

He Sanshui gritted his teeth.

He shouted to Xiao Liuzi and several others: "Go away! Otherwise, they will die in vain!"

Everyone rushed out of the camp.

The militia had no horses and could not catch up with them. They could only symbolically fire a few rounds of guns and watched them run out of their range.

The man's pipe had long disappeared, so he walked to the corpses.

Like him, there was the cripple man who shot Huang Qingyun.

"Those people returned to San Francisco, they were afraid they would attract revenge from the Chinese." The pipe man took a deep breath.

The cripple inserted the gun back to his waist with expressionless face: "I've said O'Neal's idea is too stupid. He should have killed all the Chinese a few weeks ago. He has to be so troublesome, why kidnapping

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If those Chinese come to take revenge, it would be best. Can't the purpose of the Knights of Labor be achieved?

I'm afraid they don't have the courage!

"Then how do you plan to explain the death of the 'hyena' to O'Neal?" The pipe man glanced at Marsh's body again.

The cripple didn't make any noise.

Some of his thoughts are not suitable for uttering.
Chapter completed!