The bar door opened, and after a 'creak', the door was so open there and never went back. This was the most concerned direction, because no one knew whether the woman at the door would take the opportunity to rush in.

"careful!"

A member of the bodyguard team hid behind the overturned sofa and shouted. At the angle he was at, he could see the muzzle that was poked into the outside of the door. The black color matched the night outside so incredible.

Bang.

No one knew who fired the first shot, but in this gunshot, all the remaining eight bodyguards reacted, and raised their guns in their hands and shot wildly at the wall at the door. Perhaps, they thought they could penetrate the wall.

In the evening, Chekov's pressure dropped sharply. He took this opportunity to retract one of his legs and kick the ground. He stood up with his left hand and then put the gun on the wine rack with a slightly paralyzed right hand. In the same second, he pulled the trigger almost the moment he aimed.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

Bang!

Amid the chaotic gunshots, the gunshots were so abrupt that the Glock 22 in Chekov's hand trembled significantly on the wine rack. The shell collapsed from the right side along the shaking of the gun. The bullet instantly poked out of the muzzle under the push of gunpowder. After forming a strong pressurized airflow in the air, it broke through the air barrier and galloped according to the original track...

puff.

The bodyguard, who was avoiding the gun at the door behind the sofa, squatting on the side without observing the situation on this side. At this moment, the bullet had already hit his right cheek and cheekbones in the chaotic gunshot. The huge blood splashed out irregularly along the bullet hole when the bullet penetrated his head. The bodyguard fell to the side with a violent head shake.

"Schiller!"

"Big guy, I will definitely go to the bar to kill you with my own hands!"

Another bodyguard near Schiller moved his muzzle like crazy and began to aim at Chekov's location. The bear saw his actions, widened his eyes and squatted down quickly. His huge body instantly disappeared behind the bar wine rack.

Bang, bang.

Two gunshots came, and the bullet shattered the wine bottle where Chekov was just now in the air. However, the bear handed the pistol to his left hand, squeezed out a smile and said to himself: "The right hand is still a little numb. Shouldn't it hit the temple."

Fortunately, no one heard the bear's words, otherwise his psychological endurance alone would scare people to death!

Who cares about the accuracy of their shooting in such a chaotic scene? Who dares to make repeated crimes and get up and shoot?

This bear dares!

"Ceasefire!"

"All cease fire!"

"Carter and Rosen watched the main entrance, and the others moved toward the bar. Kill the one inside first, otherwise we would be killed by the harassment from both sides."

Finally, there were still people in this group of bodyguards who were awake. Under his instructions, some bodyguards who were ambushing near the front and back doors began to move towards the bar. Only two people were left at the front door, looking at the empty door.

After the wine rack, Chekov returned to the bodyguard's body that was first shot by him. He kept whispering footsteps in the bar, and at the critical moment when he was getting closer and closer, he reached out to pick up the ******* that was thrown on the ground. The bear was about to die.

The four bodyguards slowly moved towards the bar in four directions, and one was protecting Guke. In this case, as long as the four people emerged on the bar, Chekov would never survive even if he had two guns.

They approached, and were about to approach the bar, one of the bodyguards half-squatted and raised one hand high. There were three fingers on the hand. The next second, the middle finger was retracted, leaving only the ring finger and the little finger. In other words, as long as the other two fingers were retracted, these people would rush up at the same time!

Death has arrived!

Huh... Huh...

Chekov sat at the edge of the bar and took deep breaths as relaxed as possible. The Glock 22, which was supposed to be in his hand, was put back into the holster. The bear held ******* in one hand and reached out to touch the bodyguard's bodyguard's body pocket on the ground in a quiet and tense environment.

Swish.

The bodyguard who raised his hand retracted another finger, and the four of them were closer to the bar. At this moment, it was time to launch the general attack. In the same second, Chekov seemed to have touched something along the corpse. Then, the big mouth immediately grinned, showing a fierce smile.

In the dullness, the bodyguards gathered in the air with all their fingers retracted. At the same moment, the four people moved forward and tried hard. They were only one step away from completing the goal!

Crack, Crack...

Crack, Crack...

call!!!!!

A magical scene happened. The bodyguard who was about to aim at Chekov with a gun before he could raise his gun to aim at it, he felt the heat wave coming. The ground in the bar was covered with wine and blue flames spread everywhere, like millions of troops setting up formations on the plain to start charging. Immediately afterwards, all the bars poured with wine were stained with flames and continued to emit blue flames. After a few burning, the red fire on the blue flames began to appear, and the steaming fire rose everywhere, forcing the people to retreat.

At this time, Chekov was covered in wine. He had been struggling in the bar several times, but the bear knew in his heart that the fire was not alive and the bullets shot by the bastard would definitely penetrate his head.

Bang!

When the first bodyguard exposed outside the bar was so distracted by the flames, Chekov endured the severe pain of the flames and pulled the trigger. A smog of smoke came out of the muzzle, and countless marbles flew out after the No. 20 shotgun exploded. The bodyguard who was still standing in front of the bar was immediately covered in wounds. He was hit by the head at such a close distance, even if the marbles rushed into his brain, he could kill him.

bump.

The body on Chekov's left fell, and the bear was burning with a raging fire but could not stand up because he didn't know who would get close to the rest.

Crunch.

At the most critical moment, a gap was opened at the back door of the bar, and a ghostly muzzle appeared. The gun was aimed at the back of the man who had just raised his hands and counted down and began to shake violently.

Bang!!

Pooh!

In a blink of an eye, two of the four people besieged Chekov had fallen to the ground!

The only five bodyguards were all staring at the moment, and they never thought that Yoda, who was supposed to be waiting outside the main gate, was running from the back door desperately to the front door.

Whoosh.

After the huge flames in the bar ignited, Chekov flew out of the table like a fireman. He had no intention of caring about whether he would hit anything after he snatched it out. At this stage, as long as he left the fire, it would be considered a victory.

Bang.

Boom.

Bang.

Countless desktops were knocked over when Chekov was over. Then the bear did not roll around at all, but began to climb to the bar desperately, then threw down his gun and tore his clothes and pants to death. Finally, he even took off his bullet vest and began to roll around the ground.

"Kill him!"
Chapter completed!