After realizing that it might have been exposed, the hotel owner made a quick decision and ordered quickly: "Quick! Pack up important things and walk through the back door, and move quickly!"

When the subordinates heard this, they immediately took action and went to pack up the gold, silver, and soft stuff, and packed all the valuable things.

However, fate did not seem to intend to let them go easily. At this moment, a rapid and heavy knock on the door sounded like a death talisman, accompanied by a few rude curses and threats: "Open the door! Special High School! If we don't open the door, we will kick the door directly!"

The hotel owner was shocked, and he didn't expect the enemy to come so quickly.

And without thinking, they should be surrounded and have little hope of escaping.

However, it is impossible to let him sit and wait for death.

He quickly pulled out a hidden pistol from under the counter, winked at the remaining men, signaling them to hide and prepare for the fight.

Outside the door, the patience of the traitors had been exhausted. With a command, the door was roughly knocked open, and a group of live ammunition-loaded figures rushed into the store. The agents from the Special High School Class followed and broke into the tavern.

"Don't move!"

The traitor who rushed to the front shouted loudly, but saw that there was no one in the hotel.

The traitor was stunned, and the hotel owner had already pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A gunshot came, and the hotel owner flashed, jumped out of the hidden corner, and pointed the pistol at the traitor walking in the front with a shot.

The traitor was shot in the chest and screamed and flew backwards.

This sudden attack hit the Japanese and caught the traitor off guard.

The Japanese in the Special High School Class responded quickly and raised their guns to fight back. The two sides then started a crazy fight.

There was a loud gunfire in the tavern, and bullets drew trajectories of death in the air.

The hotel owner used tables and chairs as cover to fight seven or eight traitors and Japanese spies back and forth.

The three guys in the hotel were not idle either. They each found their weapons, approached the Japanese and traitors from the dark, and found opportunities to fight with each other in close combat.

They don't have guns, they have only weapons they can find.

One of the guys, holding a sharp kitchen knife, quietly approached a traitor. He rushed forward and stabbed the traitor.

The knife hesitated and rushed out, losing its accuracy. He was clearly heading for the traitor's head, but it ended up chopping the traitor's shoulder, and the traitor howled like a pig.

At this time, the Japanese next to the traitor came to support him, holding a pistol and trying to shoot.

But at this moment, a stick hit him and directly knocked off the gun in his hand. Then, while the Japanese screamed in pain, he hit the other party's head with a stick.

After the Japanese were hit, they fainted on the spot.

But there were many Japanese traitors. One traitor shot him and hit the shoulder of the stickman.

But just as he wanted to fire the second shot, a bottle of wine suddenly flew in his eyes.

The bottle was hit and shattered, and the traitor screamed and fell backwards. A large amount of blood poured out of the hit eyes.

"Baga!"

The Japanese officer was angry and ordered more traitors and Japanese to rush up.

The battle became more and more intense, and gunfire and shouts were heard in the tavern.

Although the agents in the Japanese Special High School Class were well-trained and fiercely firepower, the hotel owner and his friends dragged the enemy into a war of attrition with their familiarity with the terrain and tenacious will.

Every confrontation is a life-and-death battle, and every gunshot indicates that someone will fall.

Finally, after a fierce firefight, the hotel owner was unfortunately shot, but he endured the pain, used all his strength, and took away another Japanese agent with another shot.

At the same time, the three guys were each injured, but they did not retreat and still stood firm in their respective positions to fight the Japanese traitors to the death.

"Go!... Go quickly!..."

The hotel owner shouted to the remaining guys with all his might, and he knew that if this continues, everyone will die.

The guys were tearful, but they shook their heads firmly. They chose to stay and advance and retreat with their boss.

What's more, they have nowhere to retreat.

They roared, desperately holding kitchen knives, sticks, and even fighting with the Japanese naked.

But there were too many Japanese and traitors, so they quickly fell into a pool of blood.

The hotel owner's eyes were red and he could no longer resist the anger in his heart.

He pressed the last six bullets into the magazine, stood up suddenly, and shot continuously at the Japanese rushing towards him.

Bang!

The Japanese who rushed to the front were shot and flew backwards like a dead dog.

But the Japanese behind took the opportunity and also shot the hotel owner.

The shot hit the hotel owner's chest, and the cruel bullet left a deep blood hole in the hotel owner's chest.

The hotel owner's body tilted and his body shook violently, but he still did not fall down.

He pulled the trigger at the Japanese again, and the Japanese who fired the gun was hit and screamed.

The Japanese and traitors behind them shot and shot.

The hotel owner was constantly hit by bullets, and the bright red blood had already dyed his whole body red.

But the hotel owner didn't fall down, but pulled the trigger one by one.

His eyes were dim and seemed to have died long ago, but his body was still executing the commands he had made during his lifetime.

Click! Click!

The bullets had been exhausted, but the hotel owner, who was holding the table with one hand to support his body, still pulled the trigger.

The devils and traitors were shocked by this scene.

Judging from the other party's injuries, even ten hotel owners should be dead at this time.

But the other party is still moving.

A traitor said in horror: "He won't have turned into a ghost, right?"

Bang!

Before the traitor finished speaking, he was kicked by a ghost and scolded: "Baga, where are there ghosts in this world? Only our Japanese Empire has ghosts. You drip over and cut off his head."

But after scolding others, the Japanese involuntarily took a step back.

Obviously, the devil was actually more afraid of ghosts than the traitor. He was just plucking up his courage to prove that he was not afraid.

As for him asking the traitor to cut off the head of the hotel owner, it was because the Japanese believed that the head was the place where human souls live. As long as the head was cut off, the other party's soul would disappear.

Although the traitor was afraid, he did not dare to disobey the Japanese orders.

He touched his body, and there was no knife that could cut off his head, and then he looked at the hotel guy who died in battle.

The guy has a kitchen knife in his hand, he has seen it before.

So he bent down and prepared to pick up the kitchen knife from the body of the guy beside him, which had broken a few gaps.

But he pulled it for a while and didn't pull it at all. The kitchen knife was as if it was born in the hands of the guy.
Chapter completed!