Urban Shenhao System

Gunslinger nodded and walked towards the back of the cabinet.

An Qing held his own sprayer and did not let go, aiming at the only place where there was a gap, ready to shoot this person in the head as soon as he showed his head.

Of course, he is not [-]% sure, but in order not to fail in his mission, he always has to be strong once.

The people in the live broadcast room are looking forward to it.

Gunslinger walked to the side of the cabinet, and before he had time to take a look at the legendary bug, he heard various footsteps coming from downstairs. To hear this sound, there must be at least a dozen people.

He was stunned and prepared to leave here, and come back after these people left.

As soon as the people in the group met, they ran to the third floor without daring to stop.

"Brothers! It's him! It's the boss who wants to touch us! Hurry up, kill him!"

I don't know who got involved, more than 40 people ran to the third floor and pointed guns at the lonely gunman in green clothes, holding a frying pan in his hand, the contrast was extremely strong.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

And An Qing also came out of the cabinet.

Although the process is not so beautiful, fortunately, the result is still very amazing.

As soon as An Qing stood in the center of these people, he was immediately guarded.

No matter how powerful the Spearman is, it is impossible to fight so many people with bare hands.

He turned on all his microphones and said to An Qing: "Brother, you can't do this. How can you show off your skills like this? Otherwise, if you come out of the crowd, the two of us will have a PK alone."

Dai Meier listened to his voice in it and wondered why it was so familiar.

Some people who were following the two anchors were stunned for a moment, and the Gunslinger was also in this place.

The people inside the barrage have already exploded.

"Stupid girl! Quick, kill the Gunner! Look, he only has a frying pan in his hand!"

"Is this a duel between the two anchors? It's so exciting, I have to go to the gun god live broadcast room to watch it!"

"No one knows who this boss is! I really want to be friends with this boss!"

There was chatter in the live broadcast room, which sent Gunshen's live broadcast room to traffic No.2.

An Qing read the messages in the group and immediately knew who the person standing next to him was.

He smiled twice at the computer.

Big anchor?
In front of his arrogance, all anchors are just clouds!
He said to the people in the group: "Go, put away your guns and hit me! Hit me with your fists! You still want to kill me! Brothers, show him some color!"

An Qing's words inspired these people.

Those in the group who knew the name of the gun god were all excited.

"Brothers! Hurry up and listen to the boss! This is a gunslinger! A professional gunslinger! That happens once in a hundred years! Hurry up, do it!"

The gun god couldn't hear what they said in the group mic, he could only watch helplessly as these people suddenly put away their guns and looked at him like a wolf.

A bad premonition flashed in his heart.

Not long after that, this premonition directly became a reality.

"rush!"

An Qing's words made everyone rush forward.

More than 40 people in red clothes ran towards Gunshen with bare hands.

One person with one punch directly squeezed the gun god into a corner, which was a severe beating.

"This is a gunslinger! Hurry up! Hit it twice more! I can go out and pretend to be a man who has shot a gunslinger in the future!"

"You all give way, let me take a screenshot and send it back to you, come on, everyone's ID will be revealed."

"Come on, come on, take turns to fight once, don't miss this opportunity!"

The pan in the sharpshooter is now like a piece of garbage.

He punched him left and right and slapped him until he couldn't see what was going on. There was a dark red in front of his eyes.

The people in the live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

"Oh my god, I'm not mistaken, this is the Gunslinger! The Gunslinger can be squeezed into a small corner to fight!"

"This one is too exciting. I see so many people wearing black clothes. What kind of identity do they have to be able to have this kind of treatment!"

"They are too bullying, but I don't know what's going on, and I feel a little itchy when I look at it."

Gunslinger felt that he had never experienced such an insult in his life.

This is simply a disastrous black spot Waterloo for his professional player.

And in front of so many people!

After hitting the gun god with only a mouthful of blood, An Qing finally let these forty or so people stop.

"Okay, that's enough, let him give it to me for the last time, and each of you will send 50 yuan, how about it?"

When the younger brothers heard this, they felt inexplicably disgusted that Gunslinger was so worthless.

They consciously moved out of the way, and let An Qing stand in the middle.

An Qing crawled around hoping that he could escape.

"Brother, I'm really an anchor..."

The muzzle of the sprayer was already aimed at the gun god's head, and An Qing's light touch directly turned the talking person into a shiny green box.

At this time, An Qing also turned on all the microphones: "Want to sneak attack? Don't even look at how many people I have here, brother, be smart next time, I will keep your head for you first, thank you for your special attention The head that came to the door."

He was talking and laughing, with a particularly proud feeling.

Gunshen was about to be so angry that he vomited blood.

The system on Anqing's side spoke again.

"Kill a professional player once, congratulations to the host for getting 5 yuan!"