Chapter 109 Crying

"It's over! That's a gun! Will the kid be okay?"

A group of people gathered around the surveillance camera to watch the situation inside. When they saw the weapons master taking out a pistol, they were all shocked. That's not a knife, that's a pistol. What is a pistol? It's a modern hot weapon. To people, that thing is the king of hell that kills people.

"How abominable! He actually used a pistol on a child, what a beast!"

They couldn't imagine how much psychological damage such an experience would cause to a child.

"Hurry up and call the police. I know a secret passage that can lead to the back. I will save the child."

After saying that, the middle-aged boss turned around and left.

"But, that's a gun."

Someone spoke with fear. The boss also made up his mind. Obviously, for ordinary people, gangsters are scary enough, let alone thugs with guns.

However, he really couldn't stand watching a child being pointed at a gun. After all, his daughter was now almost as old as Bronya.

"Stop talking, call the police immediately, lock the doors and windows, and wait for me to go out. If there is no problem, I will come back and notify you to escape together."

Leaving his last words behind, the middle-aged man walked out of the monitoring room as if he was ready to die.

At this time, Bronya looked at the pistol on her head without changing her expression. She even scratched her forehead, not caring at all about the ferocity of the person in front of her.

"Hey, let me go! You little baby! Do you know what this is? Cry for me!"

Obviously, as a murderous mercenary, he was very angry that a child looked down on him so much today.

At first, when I saw that Bronya didn't move, I thought I was scared out of my mind, and I was quite proud of it. However, after looking carefully, I found that no, she was not scared out of her mind, she just looked down on herself, and even looked at the pistol in her hand. A look of contempt.

This made him angry, he thought.

"You little brat, how can you be so good at talking and still look down on me!"

So, the black barrel of the gun was pressed against Bronya's head, hitting Bronya's head several times like poking a roly-poly.

"You kid, are you facially paralyzed? Cry for me!"

However, Bronya still didn't move, which made him even more angry. He grabbed the hair on one side and taunted her.

"What a bad hairstyle! It's great for a girl to have such a strange hairstyle. How about you, uncle, I'll give you a bald head."

In the surveillance room, a group of people who saw this scene couldn't help but grit their teeth.

What a beast! What a beast he is!

He is so cruel to a child and even pulls his hair out! What a beast!

As for why Bronya didn't take action, it was because she wasn't sure whether this was how the game was played or whether the other party was really malicious.

As for why we are not sure, it is because the malice is so small that Bronya is not sure. Is this considered malice?

After all, an ant is pointing a toothpick at a giant dragon. Is this provocation? No, this is funny.

But at this time, seeing the other party's actions, Bronya knew that this was probably hostile, so there was actually hostility...

At this time, the middle-aged man quietly touched the back, holding a steel pipe in his hand, opened the secret door a crack, and looked outside.

The faint sound of crying sounded in his ears, and the crying was so miserable. Although he couldn't hear the details clearly, the middle-aged man couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Beast! He actually tortured a child!"

He could imagine the scene of Bronya being abused, which made him feel angry inside! It started to burn immediately!

Gritting his teeth, his eyes turned red! He opened the door, raised the steel pipe and shouted.

"Beast! Let that woman go..."

"Eh?"

The scene became quiet. The middle-aged man was stunned, and the steel pipe he raised in his hand was frozen in the air.

why? Because when he saw the ferocious weapon master in front of him, he would kneel on the ground and cry.

In front of him, something appeared behind the little girl. She stretched out a muzzle and struck the weapon master in the face. She poked hard until the weapon master's face was swollen.

The other robot arm was not idle either. Under Bronya's control, it stretched out two fingers and pulled out the hair on his head one by one.

They were all crying, kneeling on the ground and howling miserably.

"Sister! Big sister! I was wrong! I don't dare to do it anymore! Stop digging! Put away the cannon first! How about we discuss it and you should call the police! I was wrong!!!!"

The men collapsed. Who knew that the little girl in front of him could easily pull out a cannon behind her back. That cannon bang! It's such a shame, the nosebleeds are mixed with the teeth popping out, and the tongue is tied!

However, facing her miserable begging for mercy, she heard Bronya speak softly.

"Don't worry, Bronya will help you get a bald head."

As he said that, he picked up another one.

"This this……"

The middle-aged man put down the steel pipe in his hand and took a step forward, only to see that Bronya didn't even look at him, but just stretched out her hand to him, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him.

"Don't! Don't be impulsive!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly raised his hands, his whole body in a daze. After all, we haven't figured out what's going on, so why does that girl feel so weird? Who are the thugs?

"Who are you? Helper?"

As soon as Bronya finished her voice, she heard the screams of the weapons master below.

"Help! Come on, call me! Call the police! This is violent..."

Boom! One sound! The muzzle of the heavy-armed rabbit hit him directly on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

Swallowing, the middle-aged man hurriedly said: "No, I am the owner of this haunted house, and this is my business card."

Bronya took it and glanced at it, then glanced at the unconscious weapons master below.

"What about him?"

The middle-aged man sighed and opened his mouth to explain.

On the other side, Leiden Meiyi pulled Xiaomeng and looked at the two people who suddenly blocked his way, and said something strange.

"Are you other players? Or staff?"

The sword god stepped forward with a smile, pulled out the sword, and came to Raiden Meiyi.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Xiaomeng's chin, but before he could speak, his hand was opened by Leiden Meiyi.

"This is harassment."

Mei Yi's voice was a little cold. But the sword god smiled and moved the long sword forward, pointing the handle at Mei Yi.

"You have a good temper. Well, you come and chop me, and I'll give you the knife."

Meiyi didn't move, but she understood something.

"Can you use it, little girl? Do you dare to take it from you? This is a famous sword. I give it to you. The prerequisite is that you dare to come and get it."

"What, do you dare? You..."

There was a brush, and a sound of wind passed by. Then, the sword god found that Mei Yi in front of him was gone, and his own sword was missing.

I felt my head was a little cold, so I reached out and touched it, holy shit! The hair is also gone.

Looking back, he saw Mei Yi standing behind him with his back to him, his right hand holding the handle of the knife, his left hand tracing the blade, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Real sword."

This is not a prop, so it proves that there is something wrong with these guys.

With a smile on her lips, Mei turned her head slightly, looked at the sword god behind her and said softly: "I'm sorry, your famous sword is broken."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and the famous sword shattered to pieces on the ground.

"you!"

The sword god was stunned, but when he saw Mei Yi turning back calmly, for some reason, a sense of fear suddenly filled his body.

"Um, Sister Mei."

Xiaomeng was standing next to him, timidly, but with the gun in his hand, he had already cut off the escaping Gun King.

The gun king was almost twice as tall as Xiao Meng. He was running frantically towards the distance, but the soles of his feet were almost smoking, and he didn't move a step. Xiao Meng seemed to be standing still, without any pressure at all. Ah, just dragging the gun king.

Even if the gun king jumped around, it was of no use at all. He even fell down and was eaten by shit.