141, Mo Lei, who was involved in a shootout

Under the umbrella on the other side of the café.

Sanchez let out a long, sudden breath, the sharp pain in his chest that made him think for a moment that he was crippled. But he tried to move his limbs—hey, his feet moved, and his hands moved. His hand touched the concrete floor, which was a little hot under the afternoon sun, and slowly moved upward, and his head turned from side to side. He saw the woman who had shot him four times in the chest, covered in blood, lying next to him. He was a little confused, thinking, thinking, what was going on?

Then the sound of bursting gunfire came into his chaotic head. Sanchez turned around with some difficulty, and reached his waist with one hand: the gun was still there. Just the slightest movement made the chest under the body armor hurt like a tear, and the impact of the bullet probably cracked the bone. Fortunately, I was wearing a body armor in a police uniform, and it was a great luck that the other party didn't shoot him in the head.

But what about Tina?

Sanchez's head was suddenly sobered up with a "bang" in his head.

How long have you fainted? How's Tina? Why are there still gunshots?

Staggering to his feet, Sanchis bent over and gasping for a few breaths. He still maintains a low posture to avoid shooting, he is a policeman, although he has not experienced this kind of assassination, but he has survived several times in the rain of bullets, and his purely subconscious actions also tend to be self-protective. He saw the crowd scattering, he saw the old man hanging with one hand hanging beside him, grabbing a grenade with the other hand and facing his back to him, he saw the beggar running down the street in an ugly but agile posture, but his right arm was also hanging at his side, and he saw two guys, one fat and one thin, with automatic weapons, shooting in the direction of the second café on his left.

He also saw Tina, who was beside a man in a thin gray jacket and jeans who was unable to lift his head due to the fire of an automatic rifle, and Tina was pressed to the ground by the man's left hand, while the man was holding a pistol in his right hand and was fighting back.

Drawing his pistol, Sanchez's first shot pierced the grenade's head, but was crushed to the ground by a folded automatic rifle.

A driver who jumped from his tricycle collapsed in a pool of blood, and he was shot in the chest by two stray bullets.

Sanchez now regrets not being able to keep the M4 carbine because he was too cumbersome.

Mo Lei in front of him suddenly became less pressure, although the only automatic rifle was still shooting, he just wanted to raise his hand to kill the gunman, but the sudden explosion knocked him to the ground again, his ears were buzzing, the grenade explosion 6 or 7 meters on his right side blew a small crater on the ground, and the splashes of cement fragments and shrapnel hit the awning roof and tree branches rattled, and in the crowd of people who scattered and dodged, someone shouted sharply again.

"Tina?" Shaking his dizzy head, Mo Lei squeezed Tina's hand hard.

"I'm fine." Tina looked up, her hair a little messy, tears in her eyes, and a smile on her lips.

"Follow me, grab my belt."

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party changed the magazine, Mo Lei suddenly got up, raised his hand and aimed at the fair-skinned and slightly chubby gunman and kept shooting, and the gunman had to quickly bend down and jump into the dead corner of the alley opposite. And the mountaineer who had never made a move suddenly rushed out of the chaotic crowd on the right, holding the Steyr TMP in his hand, the crisp gunfire sounded very rhythmically, and the 25 bullets were quickly swept away, Mo Lei's right hand wrapped around Tina's waist behind him, and quickly took a few steps back, he didn't dare to hide in the alley here, because he didn't know how many people there were on the other side.

In the chaotic flow of people, there were people crying loudly, as if a loved one or friend had been hit by a stray bullet. The crowd was even more confused.

Mo Lei was furious in his heart, but he was helpless.

The fat man, who had been given a chance to breathe, rushed out of his hiding place again, just within Sanchez's range. Behind the overturned round table, Sanchez stretched out his pistol and fired three shots at the fat man, although only one bullet hit the fat man's thigh, but the fat man was incapacitated and could only fall backwards to the ground, but with an automatic rifle in one hand, he shot in the direction of Sanchez as if venting, and then was dragged into the alley by the beggar who suddenly rushed out.

And at that moment, Mo Lei, who saw the beggar's movements, flashed a figure in his mind.

But he didn't have time to think deeply, the TMP in the hand of the man in the mountaineering suit chose to shoot a single shot, and the bullet followed accurately, and one bullet grazed Mo Lei's left face and flew by a few centimeters.

Sanchez finally found a chance to fight back, but all the bullets landed in the air, Sanchez quickly changed the magazine while the opponent was back to dodge, and the shouts of his comrades could be heard from the headphones he had been wearing - the SWAT officers who were still on duty on the street were rushing towards this direction. He had confidence in his heart, so he shot while retreating in the direction of Tina, he knew that the other party was not coming at him, they had only one goal, and that was Tina.

But who is the man who protects Tina?

This question flashed through his mind, but Sanchez's heart was full of acidity. He didn't have time to think about where the idea came from, but he was knocked to the ground again by a bullet from the thin fellow, and he turned his head sideways to look at Tina and the man on his left. The man looked to be no more than 30 years old, thin, lean, with slightly squinted eyes and steady arms, and his movements were crisp and neat, but unfortunately the bullets were very economical, and the result only made the guy in the mountaineering suit much closer. Sanchez understood that the man was supposed to be a snatched pistol, and the number of bullets was limited, so it could only be used like this.

"Sudden ......." The sound of the M4 carbine rang out from the street, and the SWAT team of six people split into two teams and rushed towards this side, the police pressed against the side of the road towards the gunman who was shooting at Sanchez and Mo Lei, the guy in the hiking suit ran out of magazines in the direction of Mo Lei as the police came into sight, and then rushed backwards into the flow of people who were running around like headless flies. The skinny gunman who fired at Sanchez didn't have time to dodge, and was hit by several 5.56mm bullets at the same time, and after the gunman fell to the ground, there were two police officers shooting at the body, and a policewoman quickly approached, kicked away the Magyr carbine held in the body's hand, and after checking that the gunman was indeed dead, he rushed to Sanchez's position.

When the police fired the first shot, Mo Lei had already squatted down with Tina, looking at Mo Lei, who was still recognizable despite wearing makeup, Tina's eyes were not only surprised, but also sad. She didn't know how this man could suddenly appear in Mexico, suddenly appear next to her, and save herself again. But she knew that Mo Lei's matter was definitely not finished yet, and this appearance was just a coincidence, and she would leave again soon.

She wasn't wrong at all, and even the sentence came earlier than she thought.

"Tina, the police are here, you're safe, I'll go first."

Mo Lei stuffed the gun in his hand into Tina's hand, and the right hand that was tightly held by Tina also broke free with a slight force, he raised his hand, and his right hand was close to Tina's face, but it stagnated within the distance, and the hand quickly retracted, but was grabbed by Tina again.

"Mo, you write down my phone number." Tina's eyes were deeply fixed on Mo Lei, for fear that this man who had come and gone without a trace would disappear from his eyes in an instant. She knew that it was impossible to keep Mo Lei, and it was impossible to ask for Mo Lei's contact information, unless Mo Lei wanted to say it himself. Then leave your phone number for him, and hopefully he will contact him again.

It turns out that I really miss him, and those suppressed thoughts erupt like a volcano. Tina's whole body was trembling, she felt that even her tongue was trembling, and the short 8 digits were repeated twice, she was afraid that Mo Lei would not hear clearly, or she would not be able to remember, and she wanted to use a knife to carve on the body, skin, and heart of the man in front of her.

"I'll contact you, remember, those people are targeting you, you have to be careful." Mo Lei withdrew his hand again, and finally couldn't help but raise his hand and touch Tina's somewhat emaciated face, he didn't know why those people were targeting the girl in front of him, but he didn't want to ask, and he didn't have time to ask.

Looking around, he saw the corpse of the policewoman rushing to the ground, Mo Lei's fingers swept over Tina's hair, bent over his waist and got up quietly, after taking a few steps back, he walked into the empty café room, passed through the winding aisle, opened the back door, and walked onto the street.

Only Tina was left half-squatting on the ground, the hand holding the gun hanging weakly, one hand covering her face, where there was Mo Lei's temperature.

Sanchez rushed over, looking at Tina, who was still half-crouching and a little dazed, and he asked in surprise, "What about the man who protected you just now?" ”

"Gone." Tina looked up and glanced at Sanchez, her eyes vacant.

"Huh? Do you know that? Sanchez looked left and right in surprise, and the man really seemed to have evaporated into the air, without a trace.

Tina suddenly laughed, and there was a twinkle in her eyes, she stood up, handed the gun in her hand to Sanchez, and shook her head, "I don't know, I probably met Zorro." ”

Sanchez took the pistol, and two policemen walked towards him, and the sirens in the distance were getting closer and closer, and there should have been a large number of policemen coming. He stopped asking, and just put his arm around Tina's shoulders worriedly, and whispered to Tina, "It's a killer who only came against you, and it is likely to be related to your father." Tina, I'll help you put on a hood later, so that no reporter can secretly film you, okay? ”

Tina raised her hand to ruffle the strands of hair that hung down her cheeks and nodded at Sanchez with a bitter expression.

Sanchez looked at Tina's expression, and his heart was sour again.

Who is that man? Intuition tells Sanchez that Tina must know the man, and moreover, have a great friendship.

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