In the streets of New Mexico, Chekov lit up the night alone, and he shone under the streetlamps with an unconcealable light, and with his fallen body he proclaimed to everyone who saw it all - as soon as the battle began, he was king!

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Rush! Rush! Rush!

This city of steel and concrete is his forest, and only this bear can run out of excitement.

When Chekov slid off the Audi, his footsteps set off a storm of blood in the streets, this reckless man attracted everyone's sustenance with his burning blood, and on the weekend in the distance, he even felt that this guy jumped out of the car The moment he didn't think about asking others to help, and he never had the idea of holding back these Mexicans waiting for support, the purpose of his coming was to vent, to find his former self in the burning blood, this is a memory that belongs to him alone, a memory that others can never participate in.

"Deed, be careful!!"

Weekend suddenly let out a wild roar, and when he got out of the back of the car and raised his eyes to see the Mexican who was about to disappear around the corner, he saw the muzzle of the Mexican's gun.

Mexicans are not stupid, these people cooperate tacitly on the streets, and even Pablo's people can't pose any threat to them, how can they not know that their tail has been bitten hard?

Bang!

The Mexican, who raised the pistol, pulled the trigger, and the bullet rushed out of the chamber, the bolt mechanically extending and retracting at that moment, and the fire still lingering in the muzzle.

In the face of the oncoming bullets, Chekov did not slow down without fear, and the bullets seemed to be afraid of this threat, and the roof of a car in front of him exploded with a spark.

It's not that Chekov has the certainty that the other party will not be able to hit him. It's that he knows too well the rules of this life-and-death battle. No one in this world could hit him with a pistol at a distance of seventy meters. So what are you afraid of?

"He's crazy!"

The detective who had been crouching behind the Beetle's classic car finally stood up from the back of the car, and when he saw the man in front of him running down the street like lightning, thinking about the ferocity of the group of Mexicans, the detective had only this sentence in his mind to describe the amazement in front of him.

Weekend turned his head and glanced at the detective not far away: "Who do you say is crazy?" Chekov? ”

The moment the name was said by the weekend, the detective behind the Beetle's classic car suddenly turned his head to look at the weekend. Chekov, the name popped up in his mind, he used to be the pride of the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Division, and that was when Chekov had just won the LAPD shooting championship in the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Division. Within a few days, though, the name became a nightmare for everyone, as Chekov increased the complaint rate of the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Section by 70%.

Now Chekov has become a nightmare for this group of Mexicans.

"Chief, the Sidewinder and the machine gun are dead."

Da Da Da ......

The Mexican, who was using an AK47 to suppress a police car on the corner, turned around and shouted at the guy who had spoken to Nicholas.

This is not a good thing, everyone knows that after the gunfire in the streets of Los Angeles, police support will arrive soon, and within ten minutes all the streets in this area will be completely sealed, and then the helicopter overhead will turn on the searchlight to report their location at any time, and around. It will be full of police cars flashing red and blue!

In other words, be bitten by the brown bear in front of you for one more minute. Of course, if they were willing to take responsibility for the half ton of poison and surrender immediately, they might not be killed on the spot, but that would be enough to sentence their remaining five people to death, not to mention that they also killed the police!!

"AK to me."

The man known as 'Chief' was furious, and someone had to stand up and stop the brown bear now, or none of them would be able to escape.

"Boss, what are you talking about!"

The Mexican reached out and snatched the AK47, handed the pistol over, and scolded in Spanish with a cold face: "Don't you have to obey orders if you take off your uniform!" ”

Under the street lamp, the four old men who often struggled on the verge of death suddenly suffocated there, and the words without the slightest pride made their heads throw their lives in Los Angeles.

No one knows what the result will be after staying, whether they can kill this brown bear for the time being, the time wasted alone is enough for the police station to rush to support the team to drain the water around the street, even if their leader kills the patrol officers who catch up, a bunch of detectives behind will definitely bite him to death, and the final situation is still ......

But he still chose to stay, at such a critical moment without hesitation, as cold-blooded as just now when he let the Rattlesnake stay there to suppress the detective, he knew at that time that the Rattlesnake would probably be killed by the police who rushed in through the back door of the Mexican restaurant, but this order must be given, just as one person must be left to stop the brown bear right now!

This man's face didn't even show any values, any expectations, and he didn't even say a single last wish, so indifferent just knew in his heart that if he didn't stay, none of the people around him would be able to stop the footsteps of the other side......

Soldier!

Blood!

The four Mexicans quickly disappeared around the corner of the street, and he, with an AK47, stepped into the trunk of the car and shot directly from his knees at the second of the outcrop.

Thirty meters, Chekov was only thirty meters away from the man, this distance was within the range of the AK47, and Chekov had to dodge at this time, in fact, he had already pounced from the side close to the road to the gap between the two cars at the moment when the Mexican appeared.

Da Da Da ......

Three consecutive rounds fell diagonally on the road, but Chekov laughed out loud at the seam of the two cars with a 'bump' sound: "Hey, hey, hey......"

This innocent laugh only showed itself when he was extremely happy, and his current state needed no explanation at all!

Chekov, who got up, squatted behind the car and prepared a little, and then he showed all his combat qualities, this. is his real strength.

Kick your feet. Chekov rushed out in the opposite direction from where the fish had just jumped back. As soon as he rushed out of a step, he quickly moved his tall body in a rapid movement by the tactical action of rolling forward, and when the front roll was over, when he knelt on the ground, half of his body was just stuck on the inside of the window wall of a shop on the street, and the gun that had been holding in his hand was immediately raised, and the gun was stuck in the shoulder socket very quickly and painfully killed the killer.

The Mexican made the brown bear shake a little unresponsive, and he saw only a figure. By the time the figure stopped moving, he had long since lost his best chance to shoot!

At the same second, the Mexican lifted his foot and kicked the glass of the rear window of the car, relying on this force to slide his entire body backwards......

Touch.

The Mexican disappeared from the trunk of the car when he kicked it, and he almost slid into the gap between the two cars on his knees, and the sequelae of this time was that his knee slammed into the body of the car at the moment of sliding down, and his lower back was stuck on the bumper of the other car under the twist of the collision, and he closed his eyes in pain!

Hiss!

Take a gasp!

Da-da-da.

Two bullets fired along the muzzle of Chekov's gun, and the bullets flew past the Mexican's figure, and the moment the shot was fired, Chekov thought he had succeeded. Unexpectedly, this Mexican seems to have a ruthlessness that others can't understand. Otherwise......

After his first miss tonight, Chekov slowly rubbed out of his bunker with his gun in hand, and he took small steps with caution to the point that no one else could understand, and anyone who had not experienced war would not understand how important the phrase 'no matter how cautious it is' is to a soldier.

Empty!

A crashing sound came from the body of the car next to Chekov, and just as Chekov set up his gun to aim, the car's double flashes began to flash instantly, and the disturbing burglar alarm suddenly sounded.

Airplanes...... Backbite...... Backbite...... Airplanes...... Backbite...... Backbite......

It stands to reason that Chekov should have been no stranger to this sound a long time ago, because most of the cars on this street are flashing double flashes and playing the anti-theft alarm sonata, but the distance between this car and Chekov is different, this is a car less than a meter away from Chekov's side, the current state of the Russian brown bear is in full preparation, and may be shot at any time, in this state, the car around him suddenly came to the scared death, Chekov did not shake the muzzle of the gun and directly pulled the trigger is already very calm, his heart is beating faster, It's normal to be restless.

Swish!

Chekov was so startled by this sound that he immediately shook his head and looked over, and even the fingers on the trigger contracted slightly, and when everything was still in a stable state, he slowly returned to his usual state of searching.

At the moment when Chekov leaned over the edge of the car with his gun on his head, a figure holding an AK upside down appeared behind his patrol direction, and the figure held the muzzle of the AK47 and smashed it down with the gun!

It's too late.

When Chekov's eyes were attracted by the figure of another person on the ground, he had no time to dodge this attack, and at this time he finally understood why the Mexican did not crouch in the trunk of the car and shoot at him, not because the person he killed them had shocked the other party, nor because the other party was afraid of losing both, but because he had lost his bargaining chips and had no bullets in the magazine.

Otherwise, how can the current situation be explained?

A Mexican with a bullet in his gun smashes his opponent with the butt of his gun in a game of life and death?

Are you kidding!

Instinctively, Chekov stretched out his left hand and clasped it upside down on the back of his head, neck, and spine bones, giving way to both shoulders and his entire back......

Touch!

When the sound of the butt of the gun smashing on his right shoulder came out, Chekov was smashed on the shoulder, and the opponent chose to smash the butt on his right shoulder, and the paralysis caused by the large tendon on the right shoulder under the violent impact made Chekov unable to even hold the gun, and the AK in his hand was thrown out of his hand under the paralysis.

Click.

The gun that had been protecting him until now had fallen to the ground, and lay there quietly with a slight bounce.

At this time, if Chekov changes hands to pick up the gun, the opponent must slap his head obliquely for the second time, and at that time, even if the left hand is carrying the blow, it is impossible to calculate the position of the opponent's smashing, and not picking up the gun The Russian brown bear is equivalent to letting the Mexican's right hand completely paralyzed! (To be continued......)