Chapter 991: The Battle of Interception (2)

Morro, who was standing outside the cordon, looked ahead, his eyes condensed in the direction of the lame man who had just fallen.\\"It's a little wrong to send two more people over." ”

The policeman, who was crushed under the cripple, shook his feet and did not react. "Hey, pay me for the wine!" The cripple shook off the policeman who was about to step forward and pull him, and thrashed at the man on the ground, his fist falling as fast as if it had hit cotton, and it bounced.

"Stop! Stop, or I'll shoot! The policeman, who had been on the sidelines, dropped his baton, drew his pistol and pointed it at the cripple who seemed to be a little crazy, the bullet grazed the edge of his head, I don't know if it was the cause of the gun's misfire, the lame man was obviously fluted, and he blinked his cloudy eyes at the man who fired the shot.

Letting go of the people under him, the lame man rushed past him with one foot and rushed to the policeman with the gun, without waiting for Moro to give an order, the person standing was knocked out with a pop, and fell on the wall behind him and slid to the ground, everything happened too fast, in the blink of an eye, the life and death of the two policemen who went out were uncertain, and looking at the two people who were motionless was probably more than lucky.

Moro had come to the forefront of the cordon, canceled the order to send people out again, and quietly observed the movements of the lame man, but after flying the second policeman, he did not move any more, and stood there stupidly tilting his head, as if he did not understand what he was doing.

Suddenly, the lame man took two steps forward, and a bullet flew to the ground beside him. "The inhabitants of Sin City, one step further will be shot." Moro shouted with a loudspeaker. "Stand still and don't move. Raise your hands behind your head. ”

The cripple raised his hands in surrender, several policemen walked out with AKs, two walked towards their companions by the wall, and the remaining three pointed their guns at the cripple, approaching the cripple who was listed as a terrorist with a serious face. "Put your hands behind your head and stand against the wall."

"Locke is dead!" A policeman poked his hand into the nose of the man who had fallen to the ground, and he was no longer breathing.

"Oh, damn it!" Hearing the result, the policeman with the gun smashed the handle of the gun on the crippled man's head with his backhand and kicked him on the crippled leg that day. Immediately, the whole person fell to the ground on his side, powerless to fight back against the fate of being kicked and beaten.

"Put him in the car and teach him a good lesson, murderer." I don't know who shouted, but both of them let out a hey laugh, and their hands were heavier.

"The Sith is also dead." The people who went to check the wall also dragged the corpse over. "This guy killed them."

"!" Like the leader of the group, he flashed his handcuffs and cuffed the lame's hand behind his back, and dragged him all the way into the cordon.

"Director, both the Sith and Locke are dead."

"Lock this cripple in the car and take it back to the police station." Moro didn't even look at the cripple, and spat viciously on the ground. A faint light looms through the gap in Sin City. "There were people in there who came out, and they all looked at me a little tighter. As long as you step out of the cordon, don't worry about killing, damn, I don't believe that these bitches are not afraid of death. ”

Before there was any movement, two people died, Moro cursed angrily, he now wants to meet the boss of this sin city, now that most of the gangs have been eliminated, he is still afraid of these people, after snorting coldly. Moro handed over the command to his lieutenant and walked to the prisoner cart in the back, a cripple who could kill the two people under him at once, whether it was a coincidence or not, this person was the one who could seduce the lord of Sin City.

The lame man was dragged onto the prison cart and cuffed to a chair, his back against the stiff bar, obviously writhing uncomfortably, and kicking him hard in the stomach with one foot. He arched like a dead fish, coughing in his throat.

"Okay, you'll take your own place, and leave two people outside to guard it." Moro frowned. He still didn't want to see such lynching.

"Yes!"

Mori and the cripple were left in the prisoner's cart, and Moro found a place to sit down, and he didn't look at the curly man. "If you kill the two of us, I can guarantee that you will stay in prison for the rest of your life, and I will definitely tell you that you will not live for three months in that place like you." Seeing that the cripple didn't react to him, Moro kicked him in the foot. "But I think you're pitiful, so how about we make a deal?"

Hearing Moro say the deal, the lame man moved. "Wine?"

"Hahaha!" Moro laughed as if he had seen the lame man dead, a drunkard. "As long as you are willing to cooperate, you can afford to buy as much alcohol as you want, and you don't have to go to jail."

"Really? No jail time? I just killed two cops! "The lame man struggled,

"Oh yes, as long as you're cooperating with me, you won't have to go to jail, and you'll get a good amount of money. Would you like to? Moro stroked his lips and put a finger on the tip of his nose, this man was so smelly that he didn't want to stay in the car for another minute.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Hey, hey!" Mo ** laughed twice. "The lord of Sin City is inside, find him and bring him here, and I'll let you go." The cripple suddenly let out a strange scream, looking very terrible, and began to mumble in his mouth. Seeing him like this, Moro angrily pulled at his hair and punched the cripple. "Think clearly that this is your last chance, or I'll send you to jail right now." With that, Moro jumped out of the prisoner's car. "Keep an eye on him, don't let him run."

On the cordon, many women and children suddenly appeared, snuggling tightly together, quietly staring at the police in front of them. "What's going on?" As soon as Moro got out of the prison car, he saw the scene in front of him, and he never expected that such a group of people would come out.

"Director, what should I do about this?" The deputy at the forefront looked at Moro in embarrassment, he felt that this was simply a child's play, and the people who mobilized the whole situation were just to suppress these people? He looked at their chief, waiting for his decision.

"As long as they don't move, we don't do anything."

"Director, can we evacuate, and when?" The deputy frowned, he always felt that their director had been weird lately.

"Wait!"

"Director, there have been a lot of rumors among the brothers, you can't ignore their ideas like this, what are we doing this for?"

Moro looked at the form in front of him, his fingers in his trouser pockets were always rubbing against the button, the hunt was over, many gang bosses had been captured in that manor, and Sin City had been sleeping all along, he hesitated and gave the order to evacuate.

In fact, if these women really wanted to rush out, he couldn't really order these people to be killed, so what he did was massacre. "Bring the murderer back to the police station."

"Yes!" Receiving an order from the director, the deputy gave it down.

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