Jin Maohe also found that countless big trucks were driving around him, and he was dumbfounded at this time, even if he wanted to escape, there was no way out.

"Bastard, don't keep your word!" Jin Mao stomped his feet in anger and immediately got into the car to escape. Although he didn't know that the person in front of him was Chinese, he felt that he had been deceived by Tang Wushuang and was now tricked. He can only blame himself for being too unwilling to admit that they are all women, and now there is a big problem.

In front of him was a black knifeman, and behind him there were countless people who came to surround him, and his gang leader got into the car and prepared to escape. The arrogant members of the Citi Gang were at a loss, and they were scurrying around like headless flies.

"Peerless people, please stand back!"

At this time, a bronzed-skinned officer stood on the roof of a large truck, holding a horn and shouting loudly. They came after receiving orders from above, the only purpose was to strangle these gangsters from South Korea who did not know whether they were alive or dead, and the local gangsters they would not move even one person, and now everyone's guns are unanimously to the outside world, because they are all Chinese.

The Wushuangmen brothers, who rushed halfway through, also knew that someone would come to help, and they were just people who came to lure out the Citi Gang. The fritter was the first to stop, and he made a gesture with the machete held high in the air.

You Tiers know very well that these people who don't wear military uniforms are far stronger than their own Shihezi, because they don't wear military uniforms, it doesn't mean that they don't have military affairs.

After receiving the order, the more than 3,000 swordsmen of the Wushuang Gate immediately stopped and began to retreat. Retreat so far that you can't even shoot a bullet. Now there are dense soldiers in the east, west, and south directions, and the people of Wushuangmen have all retreated to the north, and the encirclement they formed surrounded the people of the Citi Gang to death.

The Citi Gang didn't run or fight, they were so embarrassed that they brought a car. But there were countless large trucks blocking them in all directions, and at this time, the Citi Gang had to desperately try to break out.

"All ready!"

The bronzed-skinned officer shouted, and suddenly countless men flashed out of the approaching truck, all of them holding their rifles.

The rifles were on the family truck, and everyone was prostrate down, keeping their eyes squinted, and the other eye staring at the aim. The fingers are all hooked on the trigger, and the movements are consistent and coordinated.

"Mom!"

Jin Maohe shouted directly, there were too many people, and they were all rifles, and now the group of so-called men who were not women he brought was really dead.

"Shoot!"

Another order was given, and all the soldiers opened fire unceremoniously.

"Doodoo~"

Bullets rained out like raindrops, shooting mercilessly at the Koreans in fancy clothes in front of them.

These are well-trained soldiers, although they have not really fought in peacetime, but they have experienced countless military performances, and they are very familiar with guns and are extremely sophisticated.

Bullets whistled, and the Citi Gang ran around like reservoir dogs, but people kept twisting and falling. They may not be women, but they are certainly not iron men, and bullets are always harder than their bodies.

Jin Maohe drove the car around, and in desperation, he had to turn around and drive towards the camp of the Wushuangmen brothers. In order not to hurt the people of Wushuangmen, there was no gunfire in their direction, and at this time, Wushuangmen became the only route that Jin Maohe and the Citi Gang could escape.

The car is not bulletproof, and it is certainly impossible to clash with gunfire, so the group of knife men in front of him has become the only hope.

Jin Maohe's car rolled up in dust and frantically rushed over like a crowd without a double door, and the soldiers behind kept shooting, and the bullets hit Jin Maohe's car fiercely.

The wagon was riddled with bullet holes, and it was so red that it was even smoking.

The Citi Gang was shot over more than 2,000 people in less than three minutes, and death could have been so quick and easy. The rest of the people all turned around and ran away in a frenzy, following Jin Maohe's car towards the Wushuang Gate.

They really can't fight the bullets, they put all their hopes on the swordsmen of the Wushuangmen, and there may be life to kill them, but on the way to the Wushuangmen people, there are more than a thousand dead, and the last meeting with the brothers of the Wushuangmen is only 3,000 people.

"If anyone lets one of these Korean sticks run out, don't say that I'm a peerless person in the future!"

The fritter raised his machete high and rushed out.

The brothers of the Wushuang Sect, who had been suppressed for a long time, also went crazy, and the white knives were raised high, all of which rushed out like a torrent that broke the embankment. The last time I fought with the mad dogs, this group didn't come, because the group that came died here. But they are all good brothers of that people, they want revenge, and these Korean sticks are directly related to the death of their brothers, and they cannot be forgiven.

"Stop shooting!"

Seeing that the Wushuangmen and the Citi Gang were killed together, and most of the Citi Gang were out of range of the rifles, the bronze-skinned officer immediately ordered to stop shooting.

"Put on all bayonets, get out of the car and kill me, kill one more meritorious service, don't lose the face of the ** among us!"

The soldiers may not be soldiers at this time, and the people of Wushuangmen may no longer be the underworld at this time, and it doesn't matter who takes what path and what path they take. The only thing they have in common is that they will never allow these invaders to leave alive, not even one!

In front are 3,000 unequaled men, and in the back are countless professional soldiers.

The Citi Gang was surrounded in the middle, and the fight finally began head-on. The baseball bats were frantically picked up by these Korean bats, and they were afraid of death, so they had to fight desperately.

Every baseball bat was danced by tigers and tigers, but where were the Chinese brothers who were hit willing to bow their heads, and they couldn't help but raise their machetes and split. If you beat me with a stick and my internal organs bleed, I'll make you move your head with a knife, and no one wants to take advantage of Lao Tzu, especially you girls from Korea.

The baseball bat of the stick is extremely powerful, and the knives of the brothers of the Mushuang Gate are even more ruthless, even if they are smashed by a stick, the brothers of the Musomen will swing the machete mercilessly.

Every knife used all its strength, and one of them was sure to kill someone.

Kim Maohe hid inside the car and crashed into the crowd, he thought his Hummer could help him get rid of a road, but he was wrong.

All the way to the north, the Humvee rushed wildly, because Jin Maohe was really afraid, afraid that the guest would die in a foreign land, and there would be no bones.

The brothers of Wushuangmen were knocked into the air and more than thirty people were knocked away, but the people behind them were all blocked up like sandbags. The strength of one person is weak, but ten, a hundred, five hundred people are different. The brothers of Wushuangmen used their bodies to block the Hummer that drove to its maximum horsepower, and the wheels spun violently on the ground, but the body could no longer move forward a millimeter.

"Rush in and poke this son of a bitch!"

A brother was bleeding heavily from the front of the car, and he desperately resisted the front of the car and yelled wildly. Countless heads huddled together, all desperately crawling into the Humvee. They scrambled to kill the gold in the car, not for meritorious service, but for the breath in the body, a kind of brotherly pride that cannot be blasphemed.

"Ka Rub~"

One of the brothers without a double door raised his foot and stepped on it fiercely, and the front window of the Humvee immediately cracked.

When one person moves his feet, the others immediately follow suit. More than a dozen feet frantically stepped on the car window, no matter how hard the window was, it would be trampled into powder today, and the ferocious blocking the side window and holding the machete in his hand slashed it fiercely, and the blade stirred up sparks on the car window.

Finally, all the glass of the Humvee was smashed, and countless shards splashed on Jin Maohe's body like water, and Jin Maohe's body appeared where their knives could reach.

The brothers all stabbed the machete into it frantically through the car window, and at this time the knife was cut without **, so they stabbed mercilessly, no matter which part of Jin Mao and his body he did.

Sometimes the knife goes in, sometimes it comes out, the white knife goes in, the red knife comes out, the red knife goes in and the red knife comes out again, back and forth refusing to stop, and the blood soon stains the car door red.

Jin Maohe was not able to crash out of the encirclement, and the Humvee stalled tremblingly. The first person in the Korean underworld was stabbed into meat scraps by the machete, the most common weapon of the Chinese underworld, and the flesh and blood were blurred and miserable.

It wasn't just him and one person who were miserable, but those desperate Citi Gang members were also slaughtered devastatingly. Their baseball bat was gone, and there was no longer any chance of leaving alive.

The brothers of the Wushuangmen and the people of the military slaughtered the people in the flower clothes fiercely, the machetes of the Wushuangmen slashed at the head, and the bayonets of the military people stabbed the heart.

The bloody battle lasted only ten minutes, and everything was calm. The only thing that could be heard was the wheezing of the people and soldiers of the Peerless Gate, and the six thousand members of the Citi Gang were extremely quiet, because the dead would not cry, nor groan, nor make a sound.

The fritters who had killed several people along the way walked up to the officer, who had been seriously injured in the previous fight with the mad dogs, but he came today. And killed a large group of Korean gangsters, in the eyes of the Wushuangmen brothers, these Korean invaders deserve to die.

The Korean sticks who came to clean up the mess that day paid the price, they shouldn't have come. China may be weak, but the Chinese are not weak, and the Chinese gangsters are even more inviolable, otherwise they will kill themselves.

"Hello, my Wushuangmen fritters, I thank you for the entire Wushuangmen and the Chinese underworld!" "Youtiao threw away the machete in his hand and stretched out his bloody hand to thank the officer.

Although the officer was not wearing a military uniform, the rocker was straight, and the temperament of a soldier was revealed. He also stretched out his hand and shook the fritters tightly: "Colonel Zhao Shanhe!

The fritters couldn't help but crack their mouths, and said with a hearty smile: "Win, we didn't lose the face of the Chinese underworld!"

"We didn't lose the face of the *** person either!"

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