If there is anyone in this world who trusts Liu Changzai the most, it is only Wang Xiaoye. Although they are employers and employees, in fact, they are a little closer than real uncles and nephews. Their relationship is somewhat like a friend, and some like a father and son. Wang Xiaoye's father has long since died, and although he often calls Liu Changzai his uncle, he actually thinks he is a father. Whenever Wang Xiaoye encounters some emotional difficulties, he will talk to Liu Changzai.

Liu Changzai knew that there were many people who wanted Wang Xiaoye to die. But he didn't want to. It was Wang Xiaoye who got him out of that dark and gloomy experimental base, and he has always been very good to him, almost to the point of talking about everything. Liu Changzai asked himself that although he was not a gentleman, he also knew the grace of dripping water, and he should repay it with a spring, not to mention that Wang Xiaoye's relationship with him was so close.

He wants to make the person who killed Wang Xiaoye pay.

But before that, someone had to bury his "nephew".

Liu Changzai, who had been looking up at the sky, suddenly raised his hand and shot at the group of people who were gradually retreating to the south.

In the dark clouds in the sky, lightning scurried like snakes, and the earth shone brightly and darkly. The sound of gunfire mingled with the crackling of the explosions, and it was impossible to hear which one it was.

Someone had a blood line marked on his neck and staggered and fell. One, two, three, and many more fell under the alternation of light and darkness.

The people in the south looked at Liu Changzai's hand, the muzzle of the gun that kept spewing flames, and finally understood something. He went crazy and wanted to let the heroes help Wang Xiaoye to accompany him to the funeral.

The people of the Haohan Gang have all kinds of cold weapons, such as rolling pins, steel bars, kitchen knives, wooden sticks, iron hammers, and really eighteen kinds of weapons, all of them, but they lack firearms. People who didn't have guns fled in panic for fear that the bullets would take a fancy to them.

Li Yu hid in the crowd of the Haohan Gang, watching the people in front of him gradually fall, but he was not afraid. What he carried on his shoulder was no longer a hammer the size of a man's head, but a heavy machine gun, and the long bullet pouch was still left hanging down to the ground. He smiled at where Liu Chang was firing, revealing his white teeth.

He removed the heavy machine gun from his shoulder, aimed the muzzle of the roller at the place where the gun was spraying, and began the first round of strafing. Da-da, da-da-da, from left to right, bullets spilled out like rain.

Before they had time to walk away, the members of the Honggang Gang were immediately swept into a hornet's nest, and blood was gushing from the holes on their bodies. In the midst of a scream, the crowd fell in pieces.

The heavy machine gun kept trembling in Li Yu's hand, and the bullet bag quickly entered the gun magazine, and one bullet case after another fell on the open space on the side. Li Yu listened to the screams of that piece and felt an inexplicable pleasure. His eldest brother's great vengeance was suddenly avenged by a man in the dark, which made him feel dazed, shocked, joyful, and an illusion of relief. The pleasure in his heart was about to be unleashed through something, and he happened to carry a machine gun on his shoulder.

When I swept to the right, it was exactly when the lightning disappeared and there was no light. Another group of people fell, and among them, one of them, dressed in a striking white, also slowly fell.

Li Yu felt the tremor of the machine gun, and was about to strafe the second round excitedly, when a bullet whistled from the direction of Liu Changzai and sank into his eyebrows.

When he saw the sudden burst of flames from a place where no one should have been, he had a moment of doubt in his heart: Can a man who had been swept into a sieve by a machine gun still be able to shoot? But no one could return to him on this question, for he had fallen into eternal darkness.

Liu Changzai was still standing there quietly, but his body was indeed full of holes. Strangely, though, there was no blood coming out of the holes. After a while, the bullet holes on his body that were like a sieve slowly healed, and the bullets were squeezed out alive by the flesh and blood that grew. After only a few sounds, all the solid bullets fell to the ground.

Liu Chang looked at the direction of the machine gun's fire, and then looked sideways at the direction of the white man who fell to the ground, and muttered, "Someone will do it for me, that's the best." Da Shao, someone went with you, I hope you like it. ”

At this time, in the open space surrounded by small buildings, except for Liu Changzai, who was still a standing living person, everyone else fell. The smell of blood gradually drifted away, attracting many mosquitoes and flies, who braved the cold and lightning to come out to feed.

Liu Chang was slowly walking in a pool of blood, checking whether there were any people alive. The flies hovered over the fallen corpses, and some of the more fearless ones had already pounced on the corpses.

Anyone who still had a little breath, Liu Changzai would make up a shot in his forehead to ensure that he could see the face of Hades immediately.

Liu Changzai walked slowly around the field, and all the bullets in the two pistols were used up. He slipped the pistol back into his pocket and left the place.

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The customs officer carried his bag on his back, his body was short, he touched the wall, and walked quickly towards the staircase. There will soon be a commotion below, and he wants to take advantage of the momentary chaos to leave quickly.

In the darker hallway, nothing could be seen clearly. The passer had to touch the wall and move forward as fast as he could. Dizziness, nausea, difficulty breathing, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, all of these tormented him. His mind seemed to be boiling in 100 degrees of hot water, and it had turned into a pulp.

The passer's ears also began to buzz, as if a fly had been flying in his ears. The continuous sound of lightning and thunder, as if coming from far away, only faintly roared. But in his subconscious, there was still a voice telling him, urging him: Hurry up, hurry up.

Although Guan Ke's whole body had no strength, under the vigilance in his heart, he still stumbled downstairs quickly. He bumped left and right. The pain of hitting a wall or an escalator, he couldn't feel it at all.

After stepping out of the dark and narrow staircase, the gate did not look around, but continued to walk along the corner. Keep heading south, out of this boxy clearing, and turn right. This is the course of action that he has long been familiar with, and even if he is not very conscious now, he subconsciously executes it like this.

The customs officer quickly walked around the corner.

At this time, the disciples of the Red Gang Gang understood what they were going to do. A group of men in black were searching for the place where the passers had fled. When they saw a strange man around the corner, they quickened their pace and chased after him.

For a while, in the thick clouds, lightning no longer appeared. The customs guest walked in a hurry, and in his buzzing ears, he faintly heard the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him. He glanced back, and saw a group of men in black, all of whom reached for the gun belts at their waists.

The man in black, who had already raised the gun, shot at the customs without hesitation.

The gateway disappeared around the next corner. He had turned to a boulevard on the left, and the road was filled with the occasional sedan passing by. The customs officer was not shot. His heart pounded.

If the group of men in black chased him down the avenue, there would be no more cover to help him block the bullets.

In order to have a glimmer of life, the customs officer did not look at whether there were speeding vehicles in front of and behind, so he crossed the road and came to the opposite side. Luckily, at such a time and place, very few people would come by car. The passer crossed the road without any danger.

A group of black-clothed men who followed him also came to the avenue. With guns in their hands, they looked around, trying to find a trace of the man around the corner. They stood on the sidewalk on the left side of the avenue, looking back and forth, and there was no one in the void.

One of the men in black saw the shadow of someone on the other side of the road, so he immediately opened fire.

The customs officer happened to pass by a garbage can. The sparks splashed on the iron sheet, which was especially brilliant in the gloomy night. With his buzzing head, he turned to the right and into a deep alley.

Although he knew that he was going to die, he had to fight to live for a while. He touched the wall and thought that if he could, he hoped he would be able to escape from his pursuers.

The customs guest was panting heavily, his limbs were sore and weak, and his speed had involuntarily slowed down. He knew that he would be caught up sooner or later, so he had to go around with the man in black behind him. If you can't find where you are, you can have a glimmer of hope.

When he came across the first intersection of the alley, he turned left without hesitation. He walked along a narrow dirt road, and when he came across a corner, he turned to the right. After four or five turns, he suddenly began to walk a north-south alley, then turned left, and after four or five turns, he returned to his original avenue.

When the Guan Ke came out of the last alley, his eyes were about to close. The field of vision alternates between black and red, and the real world that I occasionally see is also the vague street lamp light ahead.

Perhaps because of the proximity to the city center, there were one or two pedestrians, and there were one or two of all kinds of vehicles on the road.

The gatekeeper stared at the white border line on the sidewalk, staggering along. His waist was bent like a shrimp, and he walked vainly, sometimes even taking a step back.

When the black and red curtain in his mind was taken away, Guan Ke saw that the street lamps in the distance floated to the sky, and the asphalt road next to it also floated to the sky. Although his shadow followed him, it was also constantly spinning, spinning and turning, as if it was about to float to the sky.

The footsteps behind him rang out again. The group of men in black still didn't get rid of it after all. They fiddled with guns in their hands, and slowly approached, like customs customers who might fall at any moment.