Bump, bump, bumper ......

When a series of gunshots rang out, the two people who were in silence in the police car suddenly raised their heads as if they were stimulated, and outside the car window, more than a dozen people shopping and passing by in front of a fried chicken restaurant began to scatter and flee, and even the people standing at the end of the street began to turn around and run, and a guy who was exercising on a mountain bike almost fell directly from the car, and crawled to the bottom of an off-road vehicle on the side of the road.

At that moment, two Mexicans were shooting at the black man in front of the fried chicken restaurant in the street, one of the two black men hid behind the car, and the other hid under the wall in front of the fried chicken restaurant.

Weekend, who first felt the intimidation of street hooligans, immediately drew his pistol, and before he could get out of the car, the two Mexicans had already begun to retreat, and they rushed into the alley not far from the fried chicken shop almost at the same time as they ran out of magazines.

The gang went crazy, and no one cared about the police car parked not far away, and in the sound of gunfire, almost no one moved in the police car on the weekend.

It was more than a dozen black people who rushed out and shot together, and these people gathered together and turned around to shoot at the police car, and they couldn't stand it, and now they opened the car door and shouted, "Put down the gun!" COPS。 It's like saying, "Hey, here's the target." ”

"There was a fight in the black section of the main station, the main station, the black section of the C area, two Mexicans took the lead in shooting at the black people, ran out of magazines and fled, and then more than a dozen black people rushed out of the block, pursued them with guns, no residents were injured, the situation is dangerous, repeat, the situation is dangerous."

As he grabbed the walkie-talkie with his gun in his hand, he had just finished saying this when Omar shouted from the street, and that second later......

Touch!

Another gunshot rang out.

Over the weekend, I watched Omar's body rise half a body above the roof of a roadside car outside the car window, and then there was no more gunshot.

Turn the tiger away from the mountain!

The Mexicans used two garbage gunmen to hook up the black man in the block, and the other went into hiding.

It's not a clever trick at all, but in the streets where the guns are blaring, no gangster can certainly predict it under the powerful sound of gunfire.

"One." At the end of the week, when the number of shots was determined, he saw a very conspicuous bald head standing up in front of the fried chicken restaurant, a man who seemed to have won the battle, and his joy could be seen from behind.

He quickly opened the door of the car after saying this to Christina, and did not have time to go to the trunk to get the rifle and body armor, and trotted all the way around the car with his head down, and fell to one knee when he ran to the front wheel on the other side of the car.

Christina didn't have time to continue reporting, reached out and pressed the siren, turned on the police lights, rushed out of the car and lay on the edge of the trunk with a gun, at this moment, there was no advance warning on the weekend, and when another man raised his gun from the door of a car in a fried chicken restaurant, he directly locked on, used the front car cover to cushion his elbow, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Empty.

Airplanes...... Airplanes...... Airplanes......

The sirens sounded, and Christina hid behind the carriage and shouted, "COPS!" Put down the gun, bastard!! ”

The sound of gunshots, sirens, and shouts from the police officers joined together, and the Mexican bald head who had just stood up on the street shrank his head in shock, and when he looked back, he found that the police car was actually parked forty meters away, diagonally opposite. At this point, he calmed down and raised his pistol a second time at a black man in a suit in front of the fried chicken restaurant.

This time it was the weekend's turn to be stunned, it was not unusual for him to miss a shot in a sneak attack, but even this bandit who planned to kill people with a gun was not scared away, which made people scratch their heads. In other words, he is not afraid of the police, not afraid of the police's marksmanship, and even less afraid of the police's position on the moral high ground.

"Stop shouting, shoot him!" In the face of such tension between Mexicans and blacks, this man dares to break into the black area with a gun, and this kind of person is certainly not a general, and if he does kill someone in front of the police, then the police will not want to re-establish their prestige in Montec in the future.

The second time he took aim over the weekend, he was preoccupied and pulled the trigger as he watched the bald Mexican once again raise his pistol at the black man in a black suit on the ground.

It's not about killing, according to what I learned about Christina over the weekend, this girl must be better than her own marksmanship, he shoots to delay the murderer's killing time, the sound of gunfire can distract thoughts, no matter how far the other party is from the shooter, as long as the gun goes off, the other party is bound to look back.

Touch.

Poof, poof.

The two shots he had focused on on the weekend were all resting on the walls of the fried chicken restaurant, and the walls made him dusty.

Thankfully, the bandit's attention was diverted, just as he turned around with his gun.

Touch.

Bite.

A gunshot rang out from Christina's location, a spark point rose on the roof of the car in front of the gunman, and the bullet hit the car's location no more than half a meter from where the gunman was.

The gunman immediately gave up his plan to kill, and the fact that he was able to aim the bullet there for a long time from a distance of forty meters proved that as long as the other party was given enough time, the black policewoman was capable of piercing the bullet into his body, which was obviously more than worth the loss for the bandits, not to mention that police support would arrive at any time.

Bump, bump, bump, bump.

The bandit raised his hand and fired six shots at the police car, and all six shots that were not aimed were all hit on the hull, and one shot hit the other side of the car, where the weekend was, and if the bullet could have passed through the engine and equipment in the front hood, it would have been pierced through the chest by this time in the weekend.

Submit.

Weekend and Christina at the same time hid his head behind the car door, this grandson is too accurate, not only accurate marksmanship, the rhythm of each shot is very strong, if the first bullet hits the weekend side, the last two bullets must hit Christina's side, the two policemen were suppressed by him alone and couldn't raise their heads at all.

Airplanes...... Airplanes...... Airplanes......

Sirens sounded loudly in the distance, and the gunman glanced into the distance and found that the long line of police cars and the distant highway had already appeared, and at this hesitant time, he just sneaked a glance from the car cover on the weekend, and saw that the gunman was distracted, and he quickly emptied the magazine at the gunman.

He's in a safe position anyway......

Anyway, this gunman can't be allowed to continue killing people in the street!

Bump, bump, bump......

Christina heard the weekend gunshot, turned around and popped out of the rear door near the trunk. She didn't have time to aim, and she pulled the trigger by pointing her gun at the approximate direction of the gunman's body.

Bump, bump, bump, bump......

On the streets, gunshots rang out.

The gunman was finally suppressed and hid behind the car, and at that second, three seconds after the last bullet in the magazine was emptied for the weekend, the gunman suddenly rushed out from behind the car near the weekend, and he carried the gun back with his backhand and rushed into the alley.

After seeing this scene, the weekend ignored the bullets fired by the gunman when he turned around, and immediately ran across the road at the same time as the other party entered the alley, and when he looked at the back alley entrance where the murderer turned in, there was no trace!

He didn't chase him over the weekend, and he had to admit that his two knives were just adding a corpse to his marksmanship, and the guy in front of him had successfully killed Omar with a 'practical and simple' plan, shooting at himself and Christina with accurate marksmanship, and even the escape route was designed in advance...... A professional killer?

It must be a professional killer with military experience!

It's broken.

"Kerry, Zhou."

The person who got out of the first police car was Heisenberg, he got out of the car and put on body armor for himself, and the second action was to pick up the rifle from the car, hold the rifle and aim all the way to the alley next to the fried chicken restaurant. ”

He didn't ask if anyone was caught, but first asked about the safety of his companions.

"Zhou, are our people hurt?"

Derek himself came, and he came with a gun and a gun over his shirt.

For a while, six police cars came to the town, and the six police cars blocked the street at two ends, and the rest of the police officers were busy pulling the yellow line, and some began to clear the scene, and when the scene was cleared, the commandos and ambulances arrived.

Weekend reached out and grabbed Drake's arm and said, "Head, it's a bit of trouble this time." ”

He recounted everything he had just seen, including the military maneuver of the opponent shooting sideways while firing back.

"What do you mean?" Drek asked.

"Professional killers." On the weekend, he said without thinking: "At least people with military backgrounds, there are very few such people in the gangs, but I can't be sure of the Mexicans, and now the drug dealers in Mexico are militarized...... Maybe ......"