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Torment, the more the second hand on the watch moves, the more Han Dong suffers.

an hour.

From the time the goods pass through the checkpoint to the handover, it takes one hour. Within an hour, if the police still don't show up, and he can't find a way to notify Bai Yalan, it's too late!

Extremely anxious, Han Dong lowered his head and closed his eyes.

He forgot to leave a suicide note for his family and forgot to leave a sum of money for his children.

It's ridiculous to think about this at this time.

But it was a short, long wait, and it was all in my head.

Even, there will be a little regret.

He has done a lot, and after he was discharged from the army, he has always sent money to the families of those comrades who died. This shouldn't have been his job anymore.

Before coming here, you can get rid of Wang Donglan and let the identity information of your family sink completely.

What's the bottom line?

Life is here, what is the bottom line worth!

Han Dong's expression changed. Eventually, the repetition is fixed, and the eyes are full of brilliance.

A soldier for a day, a soldier for life.

It's fate!

He suddenly realized that he didn't really hate that past military career. All the while, I have been numbing myself.

If he really hates it, no one can force him to drop out of school and go to Beijing. If it's really annoying, why do you work hard so hard in training to break through the limit. Why should you obey an arrangement that you can refuse!

He longed for the army, and since he was a child, he dreamed of seeing what magic was in the place where his mother died and his father never returned.

What he hates is his family, his environment, his father, and all the cold eyes that look at him.

It's like watching an orphan with a joke!

Taking a deep breath, half an hour has passed since Wang Donglan's phone call.

Han Dong's body slowly sat up straight, lit a cigarette again, held it in his hand together with the cigarette case, and raised it: "Brother, smoke one, refresh!"

The man in the fur hat was disgusted with this.

His eyes were impatient, and he raised his palm to open the arm handed by Han Dong. The air between his hands made him look a little stunned, and he didn't even touch the other party.

In the next moment, a spark twinkled in front of me.

The fur-hat man's sharp screams broke the silence in the room in an instant. The cigarette butt stabbed him in the right eye.

In less than a second, Han Dong's other hand had reached into the arms of the man in the leather hat at the same time, and he accurately got the gun.

Click, the bullet is loaded, and the trigger is pulled directly!

There was a loud bang, and Sang Yan, who was sitting on the sofa not far away, covered his head and rolled down.

It's so fast!

No one thought that there would be such an accident in the absolutely controlled room, and no one could have thought that Han Dong, who had always been submissive, would suddenly judge the two of them.

Han Dong secretly regretted that because of the performance of the firearm, he didn't kill Sang Kai with a single shot, and only hit his ear.

But he didn't dare to have a gap, got up, and the muzzle of the gun was like a precise locator. In an instant, three people fell to the ground without humming.

"Run!"

Han Dong walked in and reminded Wang Donglan, who was stunned.

In a matter of seconds, a gun completely overwhelmed everyone.

Screams, blood gushing, scolding.

The room turned into hell in an instant.

Wang Donglan reacted very quickly, and retreated to the door. But as soon as he ran out of the door less than thirty meters away, he saw four people on the opposite side striding towards this side.

Sang's sentry should have heard the movement and rushed here.

Her breathing was solid, and her strong desire to survive made her scream at the top of her throat: "Someone wants to kill the master, there is an undercover agent!"

Bet, many people won't have the leisure to think more in an emergency. She bet that the other party would not shoot her immediately because of this sentence!

Sure enough, the man who was about to shoot immediately pressed the muzzle of the gun down.

Wang Donglan quickly turned around and dodged to the side unexpectedly. Blink out of the other's gaze and run wildly towards the back of the house.

Panting, fell in the snow.

Wang Donglan found that several people did not chase after her, but entered the private house, and her heart became more and more complicated.

She thought that Han Dong couldn't care about her life and death, but that running word was to let her run quickly. At a critical moment, he is still in the mood to care about the life and death of others!!

How long has it been since I felt this way?

In the first few years with Wei Hailong, he cared about himself and thought about himself everywhere. Slowly, the more I enter the circle, the more vigilant I become, cautious, and don't believe everyone.

The police, unlike criminals, care about the lives and deaths of those who are to blame.

smiled faintly, and wanted to continue to stay away, but stopped inexplicably.

Stop, as fast as you can, run as fast as you go to the car you drove before Han Dong came.

When she helped Sang Jia call and coordinate to let his goods in, it was over, and the police could easily pull her out.

You can run, but the problem is that she really wants to run, and she won't come to this trip.

If no one knows you, it's not interesting to live.

Haicheng is her home, the elders are still there, and she wants to be a deputy director of the provincial department in her dreams, and take her parents to her side in a bright way.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven.

I can't count that I can bump into Bai Yalan and Han Dong, the two sisters and brothers! I can't count that I can't wait for her to wash herself, Haicheng will be served! Not to mention, Sang Kai still remembers her as a person.

……

The gun in Han Dong's hand had a total of nine bullets.

When Wang Donglan ran out, he was about to be empty. The entire gun was out of his hands and was being smashed in the face of one person.

The body jumped out, and the coffee table was beaten and shattered on the spot.

Sang covered his ears, grabbed a gun, and shot like crazy at the solid wooden sofa where Han Dong was dodging. One shot at a time, all the others finally had a breather, and quickly surrounded and approached.

Dense firecracker-like sounds.

Han Dong couldn't move a single inch when he was imprisoned, and all the sounds were like ringing in his ears.

The corners of his eyes were about to crack, but to no avail.

It's like being firmly covered by a net, a net woven by bullets. A little movement, no return.

The bunker is also not a bunker, three or five seconds at most. When people cross over, the end is the same.

Three seconds.

Han Dong pondered silently, flicked his fingers, and the lighter fell into the stove not far away.

There was a soft thud, and the fire was blazing.

He propped his hands on the ground, and with the instantaneous interference to the other party, he lightly and quickly kicked the first pair of legs in sight.

The man snorted and fell, and Han Dong turned over and wrapped his arm around his arm to press the other party's right hand holding the gun. Clicks, screams, guns in hand.

Before he could shoot again, there was a loud bang, and the whole arm was out of force. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the quickest responder to shoot.

Ah Cai, he only knew that the other party's name was Ah Cai, Sang's bodyguard.

The severe pain made the gun that he couldn't grasp in his right hand fall into his left hand, and thud, Ah Cai also clutched his chest and staggered.

Two bullets.

The continuous empty movement made Han Dong in a trance. Looking at the arm of Sang, who was covered in blood and raised his gun.

I seem to have seen bullet marks, but I can't dodge them.

Something went through his abdomen, taking away his strength.

He couldn't hold his body, which was already unsteady, and fell to the ground in an instant.

Blood gushed from the arms and abdomen.

It hurts so much that it doesn't hurt anymore. Han Dong's eyes are also brighter and brighter. However, everything in sight is ghosted.

I didn't have the strength to think about things, and faces flashed in my mind.

Sang was howling frantically, directing his men to slaughter the man who had fallen behind the couch. Obviously, the distance of two strides, but he didn't dare to approach easily.

Six people, four battle-hardened foreign mercenaries, were killed by the young man who didn't even look at it.

He had never met such a character in his life!!