Several young war correspondents, fearless of life and death, just climbed out of the car and took the camera in their hands, and immediately entered the state of shooting, surrounded by thick smoke and chaos.

Yan Jiucheng turned his head to look, fortunately, the reporters were still in good health, they all got out of the car, and one or two of them returned to the car to get cameras and other equipment, and everyone did not associate the explosion with deliberateness. After all, most of the occasional attacks on journalists are just in time for conflicts, and it is rare for someone to really dare to blow up a truckload of reporters so directly.

Suddenly......

Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ......

A dense burst of gunfire was close to the ears, shaking people's hearts.

"It's a conflict, it's a conflict, it's a conflict!"

"There's a conflict nearby!"

"No wonder there was an explosion!

Some reporters rushed towards the international press station, while a few brave men did not hesitate to run in the direction of the conflict with their cameras in hand, and for a moment, there was chaos.

Rumble!

All I heard was an explosion.

Boom......

Yan Jiucheng's head was hit by something, and his forehead hit the wall, his ears rang badly, and he didn't know whether it was caused by the explosion or smashed into his ears, the whole thing was buzzing, and his eyes were spent.

What did the tide smash over?

Yan Jiucheng quickly touched the back of his head, looked at his hand, and the blood in his hand.

Shot?

He was a little confused.

Looking back, under the thick smoke, I vaguely saw that an arm had fallen behind me. Shaking his head, his ears were ringing more and more, except for the buzzing sound in his ears, he couldn't hear anything around him, and everywhere he could see was smoke.

Beneath the black smoke were scattered journalists, and refugees poured out, occasionally accompanied by the glow of flashing lights.

I looked at the blood on my hand again, and I couldn't figure out for a moment whether it was the blood on the arm that blew up, or if the car had been knocked out when it exploded, so I couldn't care so much. Gotta think of getting rid of the guy on the roof.

A group of refugees rushed out of the building opposite and ran in the direction of the bus.

Click, a few flashes of flashing lights, and a reporter captured the scene of the refugees fleeing. Yan Jiucheng's eyes immediately caught a reporter on the other side of the street, only to see him half-crouching, pointing the camera at one of the refugees.

"The two gangs are fighting again! Run to the west! Run to the west!" a refugee seemed to be the leader of this group, he shouted with his waist, stretched out his finger to the west, dozens of refugees, big and small, old and old, young and young, compared to the panicked reporters, the refugees have long been accustomed to this, they did not make any sound, just bent around the bus with a blank expression, and ran to a house behind.

Click, a few flashes of flash around the area.

Yan Jiucheng had an idea, flashed the person with a flashlight, and took the opportunity to run to the opposite side, the smoke was billowing out, maybe the person couldn't see clearly, as long as he ran to the opposite side, he could escape.

Although it was risky, there was no other way, Yan Jiucheng gritted his teeth, took out the camera from his bag, pressed the switch, and stretched the camera in his hand out of the wall.

Burst......

The camera exploded in his hands.

As soon as he pressed the switch, the entire camera exploded directly in his hand, and the bullet hit the camera at once, and the blood from his tiger's mouth gushed out.

"Damn!" Yan Jiucheng scolded, gritting his teeth fiercely, the absolute advantage of the opponent's terrain, and the weapon, crushed him to death with firepower, and he couldn't move.

If it wasn't his camera but his head that he had just stretched out, it would have been a headshot.

Looking at the time, it was about to explode.

The explosion should be the last chance, and no matter what, the person should be distracted for a second or two. Yan Jiucheng looked at his watch quietly, waiting for this last moment.

My head......

Yan Jiucheng's eyes narrowed, he stretched out his hand and touched the back of his head again, feeling that it hurt a lot.

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Lao Hang ran fast, the wind was whistling in his ears, this was the fastest he had run in years.

The last time he ran so fast was when he was only twenty years old, and although his skills were already in place at that time, he was young and not safe enough to do things, so he was discovered by the police and pursued him.

Fortunately, he was athletic and got rid of it.

I remember that at that time, I was running with the sound of the wind whirring in my ears, and the top of my head was still a non-mainstream shape with yellow hair, and I ran for more than 20 minutes, young and fine.

Now the old hanger is in his thirties, and he is also in the prime of life, climbing up and down outside all day long, and when he is busy with farming, he is alone in a few acres of land at home, and the strength of the tendon meat is not comparable to those eggs * men in the gym.

This is sturdy, and the girls who have lived in bed with him know best, and he has no physical fitness, but he can't help but hang his crazy serial collision.

Lao Hang's face was tense, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his eyes were like wolves, and the dilapidated streets and buildings were like walking on the ground to him, and the international reporters stood in front of him, and he walked around from the side.

I looked back.

Behind him were four men, all holding things in their hands, although they were not guns, but they were definitely weapons that Lao Hang had not stolen.

"It's good if you don't have a gun. The old hanger took a snort, jumped over a low wall, turned a corner, and disappeared.

"What about people?!"

The four people behind him were not vegetarians, and their physical fitness was excellent, so they followed over the low wall, looked left and right, and saw the figure of Lao Hang.

"Over there!"

"Left down the underpass!"

Lao Hang glanced back and saw that the four people were extremely fast, and they were less than twenty meters away from him.

Better than the police, awesome. Lao Hang gave a thumbs up to the four men, and then drilled into the underground passage, and as he ran, he looked at the time, there was still a minute before the explosion.

One minute is a long time, and it is not short to say short. As long as these people catch up with Lao Han, they can ask for his name in a few seconds. Fighting face-to-face with four killers, no matter how powerful Lao Hang is, he is not an opponent.

But one minute should be enough for Gu Miqing to get the gun, but it is not enough for her to find a suitable sniper point. But it's enough to get a gun, and with a gun, the whole team has hope of winning.

The old crane ran to the next intersection of the underpass and climbed to the ground again.

"Why is he going around?" said one of the killers, confused.

"How long can you go around? Chase him!

Lao Hang's athleticism exceeded the expectations of these four people, originally thought that he would be able to catch Lao Hang soon, but he didn't expect Lao Hang to run freely between these dilapidated buildings, and even saw him run to the second floor several times, rushed to the second floor but couldn't find him, from the window, he actually went downstairs from the outside wall with that little bit of potholes.

came and went, but he was only twenty meters away from him, but now he is thirty meters away.

Lao Hang looked at the time, and there were still thirty seconds before it exploded, so he looked back, and saw that two of the four people actually had guns in their hands. On another look, there was a man in black short sleeves, who was still holding two guns in his hands, and was about to hand them to the other two.

With the guns in hand, the four men stopped chasing hard, but stopped. The two black muzzles were raised, in the direction of the old hanging.

No matter how fast you run, you can't run as fast as a bullet.

". The old hanger cursed, but did not panic, ran to the left-hand side, and lay down on the low wall. Looking at the time, there were still seventeen seconds left, and it exploded.

It's near this location.

"There. The five men raised their guns with calm expressions. Five people with guns can't beat one without a gun?

They approached quickly.

The old hanger could not move at the low wall.

"Xuanlin, let's go! It's going to explode! It's right in your place! Run!" the message sent by Xuanlin flashed on Lao Hang's watch. It seems that Xuanlin has found a suitable place to monitor.

Subsequently, he saw another message from Xuan Lin: The gun is 80 degrees on your right hand!

It seems that Gu Miqing has already arrived at the position of the gun, and within a few seconds of this message, she got the gun.

I don't know what happened to Yan Jiucheng.

Lao Hang thought to himself, looked back behind him, and saw the five people approaching quickly.

"A bunch of fools, come here!!" the old hanger grinned, his eyes were red, not tears, but excitement. Not afraid of death, but excited.

The old crane picked up a moving brick from the side and threw it behind him.

"He didn't have lethal weapons. The killers sneered, and threw bricks to expose that Lao Hang did not have a more powerful lethal weapon in his hand than bricks at this time, which was like catching a turtle in an urn, effortlessly.

"Let's go! it's going to explode!" Xuan Lin's message flashed wildly again.

The old hanger looked at it, but still didn't move.

"In our industry, this action is to catch up with bad luck, we must catch up with bad luck when we go to work, and we must catch up with bad luck when we encounter danger. Back then, the master rubbed the saliva from the palm of his hand and taught Xiao Han.

"Is it safe to spit out?" asked Xiao Hang, learning in style.

"Not really. The master shook his head: "The pockmark next door, spitting, still fell from the roof and died." ”

"Then why do you want to vomit?"

"Oh, that's what you say, that's what you do. Besides, if you spit on it, it's good to get on the road. The master became impatient, frowning and showing the majesty of the master: "Even if you die, there is no bad luck on the Huangquan Road, isn't it good?"

Go back.

Five people were only ten meters away from him and also came within range of the explosion site.

At this time, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was dark early, and the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon was slanted to the other side of the mountain, and it was much gentler. The gentle light shone on the old hanger's face, bronze, mixed with dust, dirty.

But it reveals the wildness of pure masters.

Hormones and strength, and no fear in the bones.

Like a hero.

Lao Hang grinned, stretched out his hand and spat in his palm, rubbing it open.

"When I arrived at Huangquan Road, Lao Tzu ...... The old hanger cursed, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a loud noise.

"Boom!"

Exploded.

The bricks flew up.

At the same time, there are also human limbs flying.