Chapter 200 Encountering Black and White Ghosts Again

Through the leafy flowers and branches, Deng Ziwei can be seen necked by a man in a black suit on weekends. The man is burly, like a humanoid tank. I was very impressed with this person on the weekend, and I knew it was a nigger without looking at it.

The nigger hugged the tall Deng Ziwei from behind, and his dark hand pinched Deng Ziwei's throat, making Deng Ziwei's voice for help hoarse and powerless.

"Grass!" Seeing Deng Ziwei controlled by a nigger, he scolded on the weekend, but he dared not appear now, because the person who just fired a cold gun in the dark was not a nigger. That is to say, the black ghost appeared with a helper. If the weekend is correct, the nigger's helper should be the white ghost, the white man who uses a gun like a god and looks like a woman.

"Weekend, you bastard, coward, get out." Hiding in the dense flower garden on the weekend, the nigga pinched Deng Ziwei and roared hard, "Don't think it's safe for you to hide. Get out quickly, or I'll let this woman live worse than death."

As he spoke, the nigger suddenly got an extra * in his hand, which is also the best* from Switzerland. The blade is dark, but the blade is all bright, emitting a kind of cold light under the moonlight.

The sharp * was attached to Deng Ziwei's white cheeks, like a blood-slain devil meeting Tang Monk's flesh. Deng Ziwei's big eyes were round, and she, who had been struggling, dared not come out now.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't make it on the weekend, so I had to get out of the flowering.

"Ngre, let's meet again." On weekends, he walked out of the flower park very slowly, not the eight-character crab step he usually used to use, but slightly bowing his body, like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. When he stopped about five steps away from the nigga, he lit a cigarette.

In the moon night, the smoke exhaled from his mouth was like a devil with teeth and claws.

While smoking, he continued to walk towards the nigger: "nigga, you are also a person in the killer world. Your target is me. There is no need to attack a woman, right? Let her go and I'll leave her at your disposal.

"Hight!" The nigga kept walking towards him on the weekend. Although he walked leisurely on the weekend, the nigga felt the danger, so when the two were close to three steps away, the nigga took Deng Ziwei and gently stepped back half a step.

Almost at the same time when the nigger raised his foot and retreated, a strange scene happened.

The nigger really saw that the weekend, which had been smoking in front of him with a slight bow, suddenly disappeared. It was the kind of disappearance for no reason without any signs.

This scene makes the nigger unforgettable for life!

"Ah..."

Although the weekend can't be seen, the nigger knows very well that the weekend has to do something to himself. The reason why it suddenly disappears is that the weekend moves so fast that the nigger's eyes can't react.

At this moment, Deng Ziwei became her only shield. The nigger roared, and the * that had been attached to Deng Ziwei's face suddenly wiped Deng Ziwei's neck: "On the weekend, don't mess around, I will kill her..."

"Uh..."

Without saying that, the nigger's hand holding * suddenly sank, clicked, and * was taken off by the weekend.

Originally standing in front of the niggar on the weekend, he really stood behind the niggar. The * was gently taken by his hand, and a ferocious blood mouth appeared on the back of the nigger's hand.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the nigre hurriedly pushed away Deng Ziwei in his arms, because standing behind him at this time on the weekend, Deng Ziwei became his burden.

While pushing Deng Ziwei away, the nigger ran forward, and he wanted to avoid the weekend.

Unfortunately, the speed of the weekend was really too fast. Almost as soon as he pushed Deng Ziwei away, there was a chill in his vest. Without looking at it, he knew that he cut his back with * on the weekend.

"White ghost, why don't you shoot?" The nigga's body was particularly strong, and he was stabbed two times in a row and still had strength. A donkey rolled and finally escaped to a place five steps away from the weekend.

It took less than two seconds to escape from the sudden rush to the niggre to the donkey on the weekend, which shows how perverted the speed of the weekend and the reaction of the nigre.

Deng Ziwei was obviously scared, but her reason was still there. She knew very well that staying here would only be a burden on weekends. Therefore, when she was almost pushed to the ground by the niggers, she hurriedly got up and ran away in the direction of the hotel, but as soon as she ran a step, she was tripped over by the pebbles on the ground.

Bang!

Another gunshot came. This time, the other party's target was not the weekend, but Deng Ziwei, who turned around and ran away.

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Thanks to Deng Ziwei's good luck, she was tripped over by the pebbles on the ground as soon as she escaped. Otherwise, the bullet would not have hit her shoulder but the back of her head.

The power of the bullet can be imagined. While being shot, Deng Ziwei was falling to the ground, and one fell down and died.

On the weekend, his heart sank, and now he can't care whether Deng Ziwei is alive or dead.

Suddenly, he rushed to the nigger who had not had time to get up from the ground, like a hungry tiger. The speed of the nigger who had been stabbed two times in a row was a little slow. In the blink of an eye, the * in his hand stabbed the nigger's shoulder again. At the same time, he lifted the nigger up and blocked it in front of him, * aimed it at him. The nigger's neck: "Ngre, it's the white ghost who put the cold gun. Hurry up and get your old friend out, or I won't mind killing you!"

"White...white ghost...Quick...Come out...Come out..."

The nigga was completely stunned. Now his legs trembled and his words trembled. When he said this, his eyes turned to the opposite side of the river bank. Obviously, the white ghost was behind the big stone on the other side of the river.

On the weekend, I looked at the nigger's eyes and sneered in my heart.

Bang!

Another gunshot went out, throwing out the nigger in his arms over the weekend.

The niggre is huge, but in front of the weekend, he seems to be a chicken cub all the time. While the gunshots sounded, the nigger hit him in the direction of the bullet flying.

"Ah..."

In the night, the niggar made a scream, and the next second, he fell on the bank of the river and made a muffled sound.

The reason why the weekend wants to arrest the black ghost at a critical moment is not to use the black ghost to force the white ghost out, because he knows that although the black ghost and the white ghost are partners, the relationship between the two will never be so strong that the white ghost can give up attacking the weekend for the black ghost's life. The real purpose of the weekend is to know the white through the black ghost. Ghost's hiding place.

Obviously, the goal of the weekend has been achieved.

Behind the big stone on the other side of the river, 20 meters away from the weekend, the white ghost hid there to release a cold gun.

Almost at the same time when the nigger was thrown out, his body moved on the weekend. He turned around and held the unknown Deng Ziwei in his arms, then ran wildly and ran towards the big hotel.

On weekends, he knew that the white ghost's shooting was accurate, so he chose the path with many obstacles along the way.

The closer to the hotel, the more people there are, so the white ghost did not shoot openly. After all, this is China, and the crime of shooting openly is not small.

At this time, Deng Ziwei's shoulders are bloody and still in a coma. If she wants to enter the hotel from the main gate, she will definitely attract attention. In order not to let people think too much about it, she did not take the elevator at the main gate on weekends, but climbed the stairs.

Fortunately, there is a room card in Deng Ziwei's carry-on bag, and the room card is marked with Deng Ziwei's room number, so soon, Deng Ziwei was successfully sent back to the room on the weekend.

Deng Ziwei's shoulder was scratched by a bullet, and the bullet did not remain in her body. The reason why Deng Ziwei fainted was probably scared, and she was finally relieved on the weekend.

In order not to let the white ghost hurt Deng Ziwei, after putting Deng Ziwei in ** on the weekend, he quickly walked out of the room and went up to the roof through the elevator.

The roof is empty, and at a glance, it is as flat as a desert. In the moonlit night, it gives people a feeling of desolation.

It was clear on the weekend that the white ghost had been following him, so when he reached the empty roof, he pulled out the silver-gray pistol hidden on his body. Twenty steps away, his eyes were firmly aimed at the only entrance to the top floor.

The highest level of martial arts, the unity of heaven and man!

The martial artist in this realm can feel the ants drilling a hundred steps away from the hole even if he closes his eyes. There is still a big gap between the mysterious and mysterious realm on weekends, but he still has the hazy feeling of harmony between heaven and man.

The dark energy emanated and blended into the night breeze on the roof, bringing the weekend's perception to 20 or 30 steps away. On weekends, you can feel a white man in a white suit and looking like a woman carefully walking towards the roof.

The white ghost was very careful. He also seemed to feel that he stood on the roof at this time on the weekend and pointed a gun at the only entrance door, so after entering the door, he hid in the corner of the wall.

After all, this hazy perception ability is not seen with my own eyes, as if the weekend is virtual in my mind, and the authenticity will be greatly reduced. Therefore, it is actually not easy to point a gun at the weekend at the door, because he always feels that he is covered by danger and can't get rid of it.

In the world of martial arts, two peerless masters will always stand ten steps away from each other before playing one-on-one. This is not to be cool or to delay time, but that the other party is well aware of each other's strength. In the blink of an eye, the opponent may seize the opportunity, and once the opponent seizes the opportunity, there is only one consequence and will be killed by the other party.

This is what I feel on the weekend.

Although he can't see it, he can feel that the white ghost is hiding behind the wall. After putting aside the wall, it is equivalent to face to face, 20 steps away.

Time passed minute by minute, and the hand holding the gun on the weekend began to feel numb, which had nothing to do with physical strength, but was affected by mental thoughts, and physical strength was rapidly depleted.

Unconsciously, bean-sized sweat began to overflow on my forehead on weekends.

This feeling is more mental than fighting with the female goblin Li Guanfei on the plum pile in the practice room. It is no exaggeration to say that if a person with a weak mind is in this environment where he may be shot in the head at any time, it is estimated that he will collapse soon.

In this silent confrontation, he stared at the only doorway over the weekend. He pretended to think of 10,000 ways to kill the white ghost, but these ideas were rejected by him one by one.

You should know that the bullet's speed is ridiculously fast. Even if you run with all your strength on the weekend, you can't get the bullet quickly. If you fail, the only thing waiting for you is death. After all, the female goblin Li Guanli said that the white ghost is the top master of playing with guns, and she dares not joke with her little life on weekends.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, but the situation improved.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs. The footsteps were very messy. It was estimated that several people spoke soon. Hearing the sound, they knew that it was the security guard of the patrol.

Hearing a security guard going upstairs, the corners of his mouth rose slightly on the weekend.

Sure enough, almost at the same time when the corners of your mouth rose on the weekend, the voice of one of the security guards came from the direction of the door: "Hey, why are you squatting there?"

The "you" in the mouth of the security guard is naturally the white ghost squatting on the other side of the door.

"Grass!" The white ghost's target was exposed and he couldn't help cursing. The next second, the dull sound of gunfire came into the ears of the weekend from the door.

Bum! Bang! Bang!

Three shots, three screams, and all the patrol guards fell down.

"Here comes the opportunity!" On the weekend, he was overjoyed. While almost the first gunshot came to his ears, he suddenly rushed into the door.

The dark momentum made him faster than the eyeball reaction speed. In the blink of an eye, the huge roof became empty, as if it had disappeared on the weekend.