Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 25

The highly tense nerves were suddenly vented, and the pain of the bullets churning flesh and blood swept over again. Kinn fell to the ground limply in sweat, closed his eyes, and his chest heaved violently. strength.

Porsche struggled to get up and looked down. A stone just rolled from his hand, fell straight down into the sea, and finally turned into an ant-sized white splash.

It turned out that the place where Richard used to detain them was a cliff far away from the city center. Porsche lay on the edge of the cliff and silently estimated their height from the sea, and his heart sank.

This cliff is nearly 100 meters high, standing alone in the howling sea wind, without any buffer zone in the middle, if it hadn't been for a fluke crashing into a tree just now, he and Kinn might have fallen to their deaths by this time up the sea.

But...Porsche looked back at Richard who had rushed out of the fire circle behind them, cursed, and smashed his fist hard on the ground.

Could it be that they are destined to fall to death or be shot to death today?

Porsche is not reconciled, he hasn't seen Thomas grow up yet, and he still owes Kinn an explanation, he can't die here, neither he nor Kinn can die here! Thinking of this, Porsche's body exploded with amazing strength. He picked up the two guns on the ground and carried them behind his back, clenched his back molars, and helped Kinn, who was handicapped, staggered and fell into the back of the tree.

Almost as soon as they hid, the enemy on the opposite side also recovered from the fierce fire. Bullets one after another pierced the air and rushed to hit the tree, causing the trunk to sway and the withered leaves to rattle. straight down.

The tree trunk was too narrow, and Kinn and Porsche could only stand one behind the other. Kinn used the support of the tree trunk to relieve the pressure on his legs, took off the two gun belts hanging on Porsche's shoulders with both hands at the same time, and handed them over to him. , and stiffly withdrew the arm that had already wrapped Porsche's side waist. Porsche didn't have time to worry about the deliberate alienation of the people behind him. He swiftly put the remaining bullets from the two rifles into one magazine, pulled the bolt to load it, then turned around and passed over Kinn's shoulder, "bang, bang" several bursts of fire.

The enemies who were pushed close fell in response, but that old fox Richard kept hiding behind the others. Porsche glanced at it a few times, but it barely passed by.

"Fuck!" Porsche turned around in time to avoid a ricochet that wiped his face, looked down at the disassembled magazine, and counted the few bullets left in it, inevitably becoming more irritable.

Seeing that Porsche still had enough energy to fight back, Richard also became a little anxious. He seemed determined to put Kinn and Porsche to death, but when Porsche was breathing for a while, the firepower behind him became even more violent, overwhelming the bullets like a hurricane Crossing the border, bouncing around, the Porsche had no chance to show up.

His ears were filled with horrifying gunshots, and Kinn leaned against the tree silently, only feeling the trunk shaking dangerously behind him, and a strong sense of shock spread through his whole body through his back, accompanied by endless bang bang guns There seemed to be a strange "click".

The tree trunk finally let out an overwhelmed moan, and Kinn frowned and subconsciously clenched Porsche's left hand with such strength that the unsuspecting Porsche let out a cry of pain.

Kinn didn't notice that he had inadvertently pinched Porsche. His mind was full of the number of bullets he saw just now, but he found sadly that no matter how he thought about it, it was a dead end.