Chapter 923: A Stupid Way Is a Good Way (Part II)

The special forces looked at the muzzle of the gun close at hand, everyone was surprisingly calm, and a few of them showed a trace of disdain on their faces, they were all iron-blooded men who had lived and died several times, and they did not fall under the enemy's guns, but they did not expect to be pointed at the chest by a group of stupid Chinese criminal police today.

Xu Qianzhong carried a bottle of liquor in his hand, stood up in vain, took the bottle into his mouth and blew it thoroughly, and then put the empty bottle on the table, bah! The whole bottom of the bottle was torn apart, he pinched the broken neck in his hand hard, and his five fingers slowly rubbed, only to hear a soft click, and when he opened his five fingers, a line of fine powder slowly fell down the edge of his palm.

It's not uncommon to pour down a bottle of wine, and it's a small thing to break the bottom of a wine bottle, but it's amazing to be able to rub the glass bottleneck into powder, how much strength should this have! The palm skin is thick enough, and the criminal police team members who saw this scene from a distance were stunned, and some people even regarded Xu Qianzhong's hard qigong as playing magic, because this is something that ordinary people can't understand at all.

Xu Qianzhong took advantage of the strength of the wine, pulled his hands to the chest and parted left and right, revealing two muscles tattooed chest, his eyes were covered with bright red bloodshots, he bare his chest was facing a row of black hole muzzles, and shouted loudly: "Grandchildren, there is a kind of shooting at your grandfather Xu, come on, hit here, don't tremble with your hands." ”

Unexpectedly, this action aroused the blood in the hearts of all the special forces, and everyone opened their buttons while the wine was strong, this group of soldiers were wearing underwear today, that is, a military uniform wrapped in the original, only to see a strong chest come out, all kinds of wounds, bullet marks, and a few chests There is a terrifying centipede scar, which is the trace left after the stitches, you can imagine how scary the wound was at that time.

A group of men who have experienced a hundred battles are open-minded, making people feel a sense of iron-blooded killing air rushing towards them, this is the real murderous aura, no one in this group of soldiers is afraid of the muzzle in front of them, in their eyes, guns and bullets are too familiar, these two things are their partners day and night, this gang of public security actually pointed their guns at them, this group of men is really angry.

Xu Qing looked up at the wall clock on the wall unhurriedly, and whispered to himself: "The two of them should be here, it's fifteen minutes late, what quality!" ”

Jiang Siyu frowned, and said in surprise: "Who do you say should come?" Before the words fell, I heard a deep shout from the staircase: "Guard platoon, give these rabbit cubs' guns to Lao Tzu." ”

"Who the fuck dares to smack Lao Tzu with a big mouth!" This voice is Guo Huaigang's, it is obvious that the voice just now is Huang Jianbiao's, these two should have arrived early, maybe they were busy transferring troops so they didn't show up, and now that the soldiers under him are coming, they will naturally start to be majestic.

A group of soldiers with Type 03 automatic rifles rushed up, and without saying a word, they handed over the guns in the hands of the public security gate, and the slightest discomfort was immediately thrown over with a big mouth, and the pistol hanging on Xu Jiujin's waist was targeted by a soldier before he had time to draw it, and he subconsciously pressed the holster with his hand, but the soldier raised the muzzle of the gun directly on his head, and rushed over from the side A soldier brother, raised his hand and slapped the deputy director in the face.