Fifteen minutes later, Nie Wuming led more than a dozen large circle of brothers into the hospital openly. For safety reasons, he did not take the elevator, but walked forward from the stairs. Although the lineup was huge, the footsteps were almost inaudible late at night.

Chu Tian followed behind with his hands on his back.

As he approached the staircase on the VIP floor, a low voice came from the sound of speech. Nie Wuming snatched the wall at the corner and used his mobile phone camera to poke out slightly. He saw two men in black standing in front of the staircase talking. He saw that the clothes were from the Zhulian Gang.

He turned around and gestured to the back.

The brothers in the circle understood it and stood out and walked towards the stairs.

The two members of the Bamboo League suddenly saw someone turning out, and they were all stunned. Since the stairs were sensor lights and the light had to be lighted with a sound source, they could not see each other's appearance clearly. One of them asked, "Who are you?"

The two brothers in the big circle did not answer, but just walked forward quickly.

The two members of the Bamboo League gang had a bad consciousness and quickly touched their hands behind their backs, but they were still half a beat slower. The big circle of brothers took out their guns when they made a sound. Therefore, before the members of the Bamboo League gang raised their arms, they first lit up the black silence pistol.

Pounce! Pounce!

After two low sounds, I saw the two unlucky Zhulian Gang members, and there were blood holes on their heads. Before they could even shout, they died and easily dealt with the two guards. Nie Wuming and his group quickly went upstairs.

When they arrived at the gate of the stairs, everyone became relatively quiet.

The security door seemed quite calm, but no one could guarantee whether there was a gun on the other side. Perhaps as long as someone opened the door, a gunfight broke out. Even Nie Wuming did not dare to stand in the middle of the door, but instead stood on both sides of the wall to wait.

Of course, it is not waiting for the enemy to open the door, but waiting for the message of the cannon.

A small red dot flashed across the window facing the stairs, and it drifted around the door one after another. Not long after, a sound came from Nie Wuming's ear. From the mouth of the gun, he quickly learned that four enemies behind the door were also watching, and they were also holding guns.

It seems that the enemy has heard the movement and is waiting for its own actions.

After learning about the situation, Chu Tian pointed at Nie Wuming's body on the ground. The latter suddenly patted his forehead with great enlightenment, then asked someone to lift the body and put it on his body. Then he quickly opened the security door and pushed a corpse out in a cheerful moment in front of him.

As Chu Tian expected, gunshots rang out in a dense manner.

Countless bullets hit the bodies of the Bamboo League gang like bamboo tubes pouring beans. People with guns all have a habit of firing more shots regardless of whether the target dies or not. So when they find that they are shooting their own people, the bullets are almost completely shot.

At this moment, Nie Wuming pushed out the last corpse.

Pupu--The gunshots were so loud that the members of the Bamboo League gang fired almost at the same time, and dozens of bullets shot at the corpse again. However, they did not hit Nie Wuming, and were all attracted by the body of the Bamboo League gang he pushed out.

The members of the Bamboo League gang who shot finally discovered that the one who shot was still the one who killed them.

At the moment when their gunshots stopped, Nie Wuming rushed out like lightning, holding guns in both hands and firing continuously, slamming! Another continuous muffled sound, and the members of the Zhulian Gang had all fallen to the ground before they had time to change the magazine and launched the third round of shooting.

Their fatal injuries were surprisingly consistent, all of them were shot in their eyebrows, and even their stoops fell to the ground were similar. Among them, Nie Wuming, who was expressionless, stood with a silencer pistol in his hand, and then blew up the surveillance camera.

After solving the enemy at this threshold, you will have to engage in close-range gun battle.

Two enemies rushed to the end of the corridor. When they saw corpses all over the ground, they roared and shot Chu Tian in the head. Unfortunately, his movements were still a step slower. The big circle brothers who were already ready would not give them a chance to shoot.

The moment they pulled the trigger, blue smoke came out of the muzzle of several people at the same time.

Puff! Puff! Two bullets shot in from the enemy's chest, and a layer of blood mist suddenly splashed. The enemy groaned, and the muzzle was still aimed at Chu Tian's head, but there was no strength to shoot. Their bodies fell slowly against the wall.

The Zhulian Gang members had surveillance cameras, so they quickly launched a counterattack.

Since both guns were equipped with mufflers, there were only a low sound when firing, which did not immediately attract the attention or panic of the hospital. However, after each shot, there would be screams, adding a bit of strange and gloomy to the quiet night.

Under Nie Wuming's instructions, the brothers in the circle were divided into two teams to clean up the floors, striving to wipe out the Zhulian Gang. He led two members to follow Chu Tian. He had already figured out the location of the mortal world, so he came to the VIP room with a familiarity.

It just so happened that the famous little leader also rushed to the door, panting and trying to warn him.

Nie Wuming did not give him a chance, and shot out the military spear with a slight trembling with his left hand.

The military slammed by like a meteor, nailing the little leader who was about to ring the bell on the wall. The domineering power made him not even have a chance to shout. It was like a toad that was about to die inhaled in big mouthfuls, and blood kept flowing down his chest, dyeing the wall red.

Chu Tian's eyes were calm and he sighed softly: "The bones are full of white bones!"

Although the little leader did not press the electric bell on the mortal ward, the sound of his body hitting the wall still alarmed the inner guards. The door quickly rang out. The famous Zhulian Gang pressed a short gun and yawned and opened the iron door: "Who is that? That's so noisy?"

He had just opened the door and looked at four strangers standing outside. The leader was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, handsome appearance, gray cloth clothes, and a faint sense of arrogance and murderous aura. The members of the Zhulian Gang were slightly stunned and asked in surprise:

"Who are you?"

"The one who killed your life!" Nie Wuming has never been a polite person and has never shown mercy before he finished speaking. Before he could finish his words, the military sect had already drawn a moon-like light in the air, and the cold stinging tip passed through the throats of the Zhulian Gang without any emotion.

"Ah, ah..."

The Zhulian Gang members wanted to shout, but the sound seemed to be stuffed into their throats. No matter how hard they used, they could not even call out a word. Nie Wuming reached out and pushed him away. The big circle of brothers rushed in with their guns. Chu Tian followed behind and walked in.

There were five Bamboo League members inside. When they saw the stranger rushing into the murderous intent, they reflexed to touch the gun in a state of surprise. The big brothers hit the gun half a beat in advance, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Gunshots rang out and the two enemies fell to the ground screaming.

The enemy behind was shocked to see this and turned backwards to try to avoid the gun. As a result, with the two gunshots, blood holes appeared on each of the two heads. The big circle of brothers' shooting skills have always been fierce and accurate, so naturally they will not give them a chance to fight back alive.

The remaining enemy retreated and Nie Wuming kicked his neck with an impeccable whip leg. The opponent's whole body flew out and hit the solid wooden wall next to him. The body and the wall collided with it made a dull sound.

Several oil paintings hanging on the wall were actually shocked!

The terrifying point of the attack was visible. The enemy was suddenly soft and could not see the dead with his head down. Nie Wuming did not let him go, and shot the gun at his forehead, sputtering a smear of blood, making the room completely quiet.

Hearing the movement, the mortal world opened his eyes and subconsciously took out a short gun from the pillow.

But when he saw that Nie Wuming came in, he threw the spear on the ground and smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that Daquantang would really choose to kill time. He waited for the Zhulian Gang to calm down for more than half a month before it emerged, making it difficult for the guards who were relaxed to block his sharp edge.

The mortal world was calm and said lightly: "Wu Ming, we're meeting!"

Nie Wuming stood beside him with expressionless face, looked around for a few glances and replied: "If possible, I would rather hope you and I will never meet, because that means killing my brother who used to fight side by side with me, that would be an unspeakable pain for me!"

The mortal nodded slightly and sighed quietly: "I understand, let's do it!"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and then felt relieved, but soon his eyes were surprised, because he saw Chu Tian slowly walking in. Although he seemed a little weak, his spirit was still as calm as he could, calm but domineering!
Chapter completed!