As the dust fell, Yoda stood at the corner of the wall and shook her hair. The posture of holding a gun but slitting her big white legs from the hem of the skirt always reminded people of the image of beating a woman in some Hollywood blockbusters. However, the woman's eyes seemed a little different from normal people. Her eyes were not angry, nor did she have the cleverness that normal people should have, nor did she think about countermeasures that they would move around. She was so dull that people would mistakenly think that it was a freeze on the TV screen. ◎,

She was holding the gun and waiting there until...

Crack.

The sound of the stone cave being trampled in the corridor was heard, Yoda raised her head like a conditioned reflex, as if something had started on her body, rushed to the wall on the other side of the living room, holding up the shelf of the usual ironing clothes and swayed her hand at the glass that had five holes hit by the quilt bullet...

Wow!

The glass that was already full of trauma suddenly shattered, and huge glass fragments fell vertically under the impact, exploding inch by inch on the floor in the house.

"Francisco! Paulino!"

A shout rang out in the corridor. The Mexican, who carefully stepped on the door panel that fell out with a shiny gun, turned around and looked out, but his companion responded: "No one came out!"

The extremely strong Mexican stood in the corridor and looked back and felt danger when he heard his companions' words. One of their people had died. In other words, the guy in this room was definitely not for nothing. So when the master smashed the window and did not escape... would he be the purpose of killing him?

He did not look back. With his combat experience, he was crossing his body in the corridor with his muzzle at the blown stairs, and his head pulled the trigger without warning in his posture outside the door!

null!

The sound of the gunshot guns rang out quickly in the corridor, and dense bullet holes suddenly appeared on the wall behind the stairs, like rain hitting thousands of pits on the beach.

The second he turned back, although the Mexican, who had not seen anyone appear in the corridor, had not seen anyone appear in the corridor. However, he was still sure that the situation just now was very dangerous. Maybe if he didn't fire the shot, he had turned into a corpse.

He guessed it right, because Yoda stood at the door of the living room with his back against the wall. If she was not a woman, a strong man like Chekov, then the Mexican bullets would hit her directly. The lack of strength of the woman became the reason for Yoda's slowing down. When she completed all the steps of hitting the world and intends to rush out from the door to kill the guy in the corridor, the gunshots were already sounded.

If this bloody battle was left on the weekend, I would be afraid of the heartbeat to accelerating. However, in Yoda, nothing seemed to have happened. This woman was so stable that she was not as a human. After such a battle of wits, she was patient with the Mexicans in the corridor in seconds. They formed an extremely subtle balance when they knew each other's existence but did not know each other's position and plan at all, and no one was willing to rush into the space controlled by the other party first.
Chapter completed!