The bullets ping-pong on the bottom of the wreck, the splashing starting point ignited sparks, and the thugs stepped forward excitedly, as if they saw themselves pulling the wind after becoming a big brother.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed on the left side of the shipwreck, as if someone had leaned out.

The muzzles of the thugs were pointed at that side, and the gunfire rang out.

Then, on the right side of the shipwreck, Mark leaned out half of his body and fired four shots in quick succession, killing four people.

The thugs were furious and turned their guns, but Mark had already been pulled back to the wreck by Fernan.

At this time, the thugs had rushed to within thirty meters of the wrecked ship, and there was no place to hide.

Rushing is also death, not rushing is death, the thugs were instantly provoked by blood, and continued to charge with red eyes.

Fernan pulled Mark to the right side of the shipwreck, and the two of them counted three times before Mark leaned out again.

Fernan pulled his right hand that had been shot, and the wound was torn open by his weight again, Mark just snorted, but his intact left hand held the gun steadily, and fired three shots in quick succession!

Bang!

Three shots, and three more people fell to the ground!

The remaining five thugs were frightened and frightened, but there was no way back, so they could only shout and accelerate their charge, and shoot one after another.

"Ugh!"

Mark let out a sudden cry of pain, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Taken aback, Fernan pulled him back.

"I hit Mark!"

One of the thugs shouted happily, and the thugs were in good spirits, as long as Mark, the strongest firepower point, was knocked out, there was nothing to fear on the other side.

Tan Cheng, who was evacuating backwards, heard the sound of thugs and suddenly stopped.

"Brother Mark, how are you?"

Fei Nan asked with concern, and when he saw the location of his shot, his heart sank.

Mark was shot in the left side of the shoulder, narrowly missing the head.

The wound was just where the anterior deltoid muscle and the pectoral muscle connected, and it could have hurt the bone, and Mark now had difficulty moving his left hand.

"I'm going to pick up the gun!"

Fei Nan glanced at the pistol that had fallen outside the bunker and gritted his teeth.

The rest of their bullets were in that gun, and they had to get them back, or they would be dead if the thugs rushed closer.

At this time, they only had three bullets in Song Zijie's gun, and he insisted on keeping them and refused to hand them over, thinking that he was going to arrest the three of them.

"Song Zijie, you cover me!"

Fernan yelled at him, then flew out of cover and pounced on the pistol.

Song Zijie stood up, raised the gun with both hands, and fired three shots in a row, emptying the magazine, but only one person was hit.

Four other thugs had already rushed forward, and they had already raised their guns at Fernan.

Throwing himself to the ground and picking up the gun, Fernan had no time to hide, so he could only raise the gun at the thugs.

At this moment, it seemed that the flow of time had slowed down a lot, his ears seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, the sounds of the outside world were isolated, and Fei Nan could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

Boom!

He fired a shot at the nearest thug, and the bullet flew under his armpit without causing harm.

With peace of mind, he pulled the trigger again.

Boom!

The second bullet hit the thug in the left chest, and the fierce expression on his face changed, and he was carried backwards by the impact of the bullet.

The muzzle shifts, aiming at another thug, pulling the trigger.

Boom!

The thug's raised hand was just on the trajectory of the bullet, and it was directly pierced by the bullet, and the thug cried out in pain in slow motion, covering his hand and falling to the ground.

Shifting the muzzle of the gun, Fernan aimed at the third thug, but it was a flash of fire.

The outer thigh seemed to be stung by a bug, and then stabbed like a fire, but Feinan didn't even blink an eyebrow, and fired two shots in succession, hitting the thug in the abdomen.

Six rounds,

Four shots,

Three shots,

One......

He silently counted the number of bullets left in the gun in his mind.

There is one last bullet left, and one last thug.

He shifted his gaze to the last thug, but what he saw was a black muzzle!

Still slow...

Am I going to die again?

Feinan's heart was calm.

It's nothing more than a return to the place, nothing to be afraid of, at least he tried.

Suddenly, a broad figure suddenly flew up and pounced on him, landing in front of him, blocking him behind.

Boom!

Poof!

A stream of warm, viscous liquid gushed out, suffocating Fernan's face.

He looked at the back of the visitor in astonishment, and the whole person seemed to have come ashore from the water, and was withdrawn from that mysterious state.

"Brother Mark!" he exclaimed.

Mark coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his right lung was pierced.

Taking advantage of his resistance, Fernan finally aimed his gun at the last thug.

His wrists trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth to aim, pulling the trigger.

Boom!

A black hole appeared in the thug's forehead, and a stream of blood flowed down and fell backwards.

With two gasps of breath, Fernan struggled to get up, but his feet were weak and he fell to his knees.

He looked down and saw that the wound on his right leg was oozing blood.

Standing up on the ground, Feinan reached for Mark.

Mark was coughing up blood, and Fernan helped him up, but before he could get to his feet, a gunshot rang out.

Boom!

Mark's head fell back heavily, his body froze for a moment, and then collapsed backwards like a collapsed building block, and Fernan was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

"Brother Mark!"

Fernan nudged him, but the tentacles were sticky.

After holding up his head and seeing the wound on his head, Fernan felt as if he had also been shot, and there was a "boom" in his head.

"You go first!

"It's none of Anan's business, you let him go, I'll deal with it!"

"I've been unlucky for three years, just waiting for a chance! I'm going to fight for a breath! I don't want to prove that I'm great! I just want to tell people! I must get back what I've lost!"

"There are not many bullets, wait a minute, I'll cover you and rush out, you must give this computer tape to Brother Hao." ”

Don't worry about me, life and death are fateful, after you go out, find an opportunity to help me kill Ah Cheng. ”

"I'll cover you! You take Brother Hao first!"

......

The words Mark had spoken seemed to ring in his ears again.

"Mark!"

Song Zihao got the strength out of nowhere, climbed out from behind the scrap ship with his hands and feet, and rushed over to pick up Mark.

"Mark!"

Song Zihao cried bitterly.

The sirens sounded from far and near, and Tan Cheng and the others gave up shooting and chose to evacuate.

Fei Nan sat up, looked at Mark, who was already dead, and then looked at Tan Cheng and the others who were fleeing in the distance, and suddenly, a fire of anger from the bottom of his heart almost burned him out.

Getting up and picking up a pistol from the fallen thug, he hurried after him.

Song Zihao gritted his teeth, got up and grabbed a spear, and followed.

Tan Cheng and the others fled inside along the gantry crane, and Fei Nan chased closer, raised his hand to aim at Tan Cheng's figure, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the davit behind the two of them into a spark, Tan Cheng and the two shrank their heads and dodged, and after finding that there was nowhere to hide, they turned around and shot back.

Fei Nan quickly lay down and rolled to dodge, and then Song Zihao, who caught up, roared and raised his gun to aim at Tan Cheng and the others, and shot again and again.

Bang bang bang!

The tall man couldn't dodge, and several blood flowers exploded on his chest, and he fell to the ground and vomited blood, seeing that he was not alive.

Tan Chengmao ran under the gantry crane console with his waist down, Song Zihao fired two shots in a row, and after finding that he didn't hit, he stumbled and chased after him.

Song Zijie also chased after him with a gun and saw Fei Nan get up from the ground.

Glancing back at him, Fei Nan didn't speak, picked up the gun, picked up another broken scrap steel bar and chased it in the direction of Tan Cheng.

Outside the docks, the noise spreads out, the lights are bright, and the police have apparently surrounded the place.

Song Zijie was in a state of confusion, hesitated for a moment, but still followed Fei Nan and chased after him together.

Bang!

"Ah Cheng!"

Song Zihao covered his wounds, shouted Tan Cheng's name, and staggered and fell to the ground.

Tan Cheng hid behind the console, and Song Zihao lay on the ground and fired two shots, but only hit the post.

Click!

The gun in his hand made a hollow sound, and there were no more bullets in his gun.

"Song Zihao! You have been surrounded by the police! Now you are limited to three minutes, put down your weapons and come out!"

The police shouted through loudspeakers, and their voices were clearly audible.

Song Zihao got up slowly, raised his gun and aimed it in Tan Cheng's direction, but his heart was full of depression.

Suddenly, Tan Cheng walked out from behind the console.

He carried the gun, looked at Song Zihao playfully, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

He limped towards Song Zihao, sneered and said, "I'll go out and turn myself in now, I'll be fine, it's you who have something to do!"

"I have money, and in three or two days, I can come out of the courtroom, and I have money, and black can turn white. I learned this from you. ”

"Your brother is so pitiful, because of you, he is white and black, you killed him!"

Tan Cheng smiled proudly and limped towards the intersection with the lights on.

Suddenly, the wind struck, and a dark shadow swept in his afterglow, and his expression changed, and he turned his head to look, only to see a rusty stick coming at him.

Poop!

The steel bars with the sound of the wind slammed into his face, smashing his exclamation back.

Leaning back, almost lying on the ground, Tan Cheng staggered back two steps, bent down and coughed up two front teeth and a mouthful of blood that had been smashed into his throat, and looked up at the person who attacked him in shock.

"The front can't trigger vertigo?"

Fei Nan shook the steel bar and stood in front of Tan Cheng.

"It's you!" Tan Cheng stared at him and roared vaguely: "I should have killed you a long time ago!"

"That's not what you said that time. Fei Nan shook his fingers: "Didn't you say you wanted to have fun with me?"

Tan Cheng looked at him, suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, and said, "Fei Nan, I have checked on you, you have a cousin, a cousin, and a cousin, who live in the Kowloon Walled City, right? Do you really think I can't find you?"

Feinan's face changed, and his eyes narrowed.

Tan Cheng said again: "If you hand over the negatives you have taken, I will let them go." ”

"Looks like you still haven't figured out what's going on?"

Fei Nan suddenly raised his hand, and the steel bar slashed down hard, smashing heavily on the top of Tan Cheng's skull, and the huge force directly smashed him to his knees.

"Ho!" he blushed, and a wisp of blood trickled down his forehead and fell to the ground dripping down his cheek.

The next moment, the muzzle of the black hole hole was against his head, and Fei Nan looked at him condescendingly, and asked with a smile: "Guess, is there any bullet in my gun?"