Seeing Liu Chen's dashing leap, several policemen did not dare to relax in the slightest, and immediately pulled the trigger, aimed at the river and fired a sweep, the bullet swept across the river beautifully, drawing a perfect arc, a beautiful parabola falling body, splashing dots of water.

……

Just a hundred meters away from the place of the fierce battle, in a black police pickup truck, sat a man in a black police uniform, a middle-aged man about forty years old, his skin was a little dark, frowning, sitting in the cab and falling into contemplation, on his thumb, wearing a large emerald ring, which looked particularly dazzling in the faint light, he was the Sergeant Cuode who was in charge of this encirclement and suppression.

For this encirclement and suppression, Sergeant Cuode is still full of confidence, after all, it is the news that Lao Wang stabbed himself, the source is very accurate, listening to the dense gunfire not far away, Sergeant Cuode's face showed a bad smile, he couldn't help but light a cigarette, spit out a few big smoke rings, a feeling of incomparably comfortable welled up in his heart, he is now waiting to catch a current, everyone has stolen goods, and the bright road to promotion and fortune is in front of him, it is really life is full of meaning.

As a small sheriff in the Golden Triangle T country, he is just a small official position, and his monthly salary is only about 100 yuan, which is very inconspicuous in the eyes of outsiders, and it is even difficult to maintain the normal expenses of the family. But in the Golden Triangle, these little sheriffs still have some prestige, in the eyes of those drug lords, they have a hundred and ten police officers, and some weapons, they can be regarded as a tyrant here, every drug lord will also do everything he can, use all the means that can be used, and try his best to win over them, and the tips given to them by each drug lord are as high as one million dollars a month.

The sheriff who is at the bottom of the ladder is actually the tips of the major drug lords, or the gray income of those who are not seen......

All in all, in the Golden Triangle, their every move completely affects the nerves of the drug lords.

At this moment, Zhang Hao has already taken his men to kill out of the encirclement of the police, and in the very center of the encirclement, Mr. Paul is leading a few of his subordinates to make the last stubborn resistance.

Mr. Paul was holding an MP5 submachine gun, aimed at the surrounding policemen and swept violently, the few policemen who rushed to the front couldn't dodge at all, and their chests were directly penetrated by the dense bullets flying in front of them, leaving transparent holes, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, and some of the remaining policemen saw that their companions were beaten into a hornet's nest, holding the weapons in their hands one by one, their faces were full of horror, their breathing was a little short, they could only be cautious, and slowly surrounded them.

After the fierce battle just now, there were probably not many bullets left in Mr. Paul's hand, and the gunfire behind the bunker gradually decreased, and several of his subordinates asked anxiously: "Boss, what should we do! We're going to be surrounded here!"

A policeman who led the team, while slowly leading the team to approach, held a loudspeaker and shouted wildly: "Attention to the people inside, you have been surrounded, immediately put down the weapons in your hands and come out to surrender!"

"Surrender quickly!

"We've surrounded this place, don't put up useless resistance!

Mr. Paul looked at the approaching number of policemen, and the sound of constant shouting echoed in his ears, and he couldn't help but be angry, and scolded manically: "FUCK! Lao Tzu will not surrender even if he dies! As a big South American drug lord, who often fights with the armies of various countries, how can he be afraid of you little policemen equipped with garbage?!" He immediately raised the loaded MP5 submachine gun, exhaled deeply, glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, clenched the fingers of the submachine gun, and made a crisp joint sound.

The dignified South American drug lord must not be confessed here like this!

Mr. Paul pulled the trigger suddenly, and the nine-millimeter caliber bullet, like a vengeful death, erupted into a huge roar, at the speed of twenty bullets per second, with the madness of a drug lord, with the unwillingness in his heart, his hatred for the military and police of various countries turned into a furious dragon, and shot fiercely at the pressing police.

All of a sudden, the policemen who had gathered around were shot in the head and chest by bullets from MP5 submachine guns before they could figure out what was going on...... In the group of police officers who surrounded them, there was a scream like a ghost crying wolf, and pieces of bloody rain were displayed in the clearing, and those red and somewhat bewitching blood looked like trembling and screaming from hell!

When the MP5 submachine gun in Mr. Paul's hand finished a round of intensive strafing at the policeman in front of him, there was no longer a single policeman who could stand in the entire open space, and there were ruptured corpses and struggling wounded people everywhere, and a more irritating smell of blood permeated the heavens and the earth.

Mr. Paul looked at the policeman who fell to the ground, and laughed loudly: "Fuck, you dare to bully the drug lords?! Fight fiercely with the drug lords, you are simply weak chickens! Brothers, run away!"

Mr. Paul was the first to jump out of the bunker, and a group of his men who were alive followed him closely, and fought their way straight out, jumping into several vehicles that were not very badly damaged, and just grabbed the road and fled......

When Sergeant Cuode saw a precisely deployed encirclement and suppression operation, he declared a failure under his nose, and he smashed his fist on the steering wheel and scolded angrily: "Zhang Hao, you bastard! Lao Tzu must kill you with his own hands today! Avenge my subordinates!"

Sergeant Cuode jumped out of the car and ordered: "The first team is here to count the casualties, the second team is responsible for calling for rescue, and the third team is going with me, let's go to Zhang Hao's base camp!

"Yes! Sheriff!" The three teams were in charge of ambushing on the flanks just now, and they had not yet participated in the fierce battle just now, and now they were all in full condition, and their fighting spirit was very high.

"Get on the bus, follow me!" Sergeant Cuode jumped into the car and stepped on the accelerator angrily, and the policemen of the three teams jumped into several cars one after another, followed closely behind Sergeant Cuode's car, and rushed towards Zhang Hao's base camp.

……

At this moment, Mr. Wang, who is far away in his base camp, has gathered a lot of drug lords from the Golden Triangle and is holding a very hilarious party.

"Haha! Congratulations to Mr. Wang," a drug lord dressed in black smiled and raised his wine glass and walked up to Mr. Wang: "Mr. Wang, from now on, your status in the Golden Triangle is simply unshakeable!"

"Haha! Zhang Hao's dog offal, thinking that the high-purity drugs he developed are the soil emperor of the Golden Triangle?" Another drug lord came up and patted his ass and said: "Jiang is still old and spicy, and our President Wang is still powerful! Congratulations to you Mr. Wang, you will have the final say in the business of the Golden Triangle in the future!"

"Haha! Mr. Wang! You accurately told Sheriff Cuode about Zhang Hao's transaction information tonight, Zhang Hao really can't escape today! Hahaha!"

"Brothers!" Mr. Wang picked up the wine glass in his hand and said with a smug smile: "In the future, you will follow me, eat fragrant and drink spicy!"

At this time, a mercenary hurriedly came up: "Mr. Wang, your phone!"