52. Mohs trap

In a Chinese-populated area beneath the Andes, fighting continues.

In the madness, Mo Lei did not forget to remove the trap he set at the entrance of the cave, he didn't care about it, he stuffed his lower body into it first, and fired two more shots at the chasing killer, but after the bullet flew out of the muzzle, he didn't know where it flew, and the killer's dodging also bought Mo Lei time, and he stood up after passing his whole body through the hole.

Behind the wall, a few dozen meters out of the station several policemen, a guy in a suit looks like a leader standing in front, the police grabbed a variety of weapons, there are shotguns, semi-automatic rifles, and AK47, but it seems that none of them rushed over to arrest Mo Lei, it seems that the faint light seriously affects their sight.

Mo Lei froze, turned around and rushed to the empty left, and after he rushed out more than ten meters, the policeman who looked like a leader seemed to come back to his senses and shouted, "Catch him." More than a dozen policemen rushed over as if they were dying, and some people raised their guns and fired indiscriminately in the direction of Mo Lei.

At the hole under the wall, Brother Ma also got out of it with grass clippings on his face, he looked at the police who were frantically chasing to the left, and he couldn't help but feel stunned, the man in the suit seemed to have discovered Brother Ma, suddenly stopped the pursuit, and said to Brother Ma in a hurry,

"He ran away, he had to chase after him, and he was helpless to go into the mountains again."

"Didn't you let him go?"

Brother Ma looked at the man in the suit in front of him, his wooden face was still expressionless, and he couldn't tell that he was angry or otherwise.

"Brother Ma, please pay attention to your words, you don't allow me to kill him, it already makes me very unhappy." The man in the suit was none other than Charles, the county magistrate, and he rolled his eyes and scolded Brother Ma very unhappily.

"Hurry up and chase after you." Brother Ma had nothing to do with this uncooperative sheriff, so he took the lead in rushing ahead and chased in the direction where Mo Lei disappeared.

The bullets whistled around Mo Lei, although more than a dozen policemen were chasing half-truths, but after Brother Ma joined in, their marksmanship seemed to be getting better and better, and the speed of chasing was getting faster and faster, Charles was helpless to follow next to Brother Ma, he was out of breath, and could only hope that Mo Lei would fight for a chance to escape.

The weeds that are more than one person tall are blowing on his face, Mo Lei's ears are whistling with the sound of the wind, and every foot needs to be lifted to a certain height, otherwise he doesn't know if there are vines or bulges on the ground to trip him, and his body can only run in a half-squat, his left hand stretches out diagonally down to spread the oncoming branches and leaves, his right hand holds the gun in his hand tightly, and the soaked clothes on his body are wet with sweat and dew again.

Mo Lei panicked in his heart.

A bullet grazed his earlobe and landed in the grass ahead.

He didn't have to look closely, he could tell by the sound and the time of the chase that behind him was the sheriff, Mr. Charles. This guy does seem to be a good guy, but if the policemen shoot indiscriminately, they are likely to be 'accidentally' injured or killed, which is a very bad joke.

Suddenly turned around, bowed down, Mo Lei pressed to the ground for about half a meter or so and fired two shots in a row, with two screams, the pursuers behind seemed to pause.

Mo Lei turned around and ran again, changing into a new magazine as he ran.

And eleven rounds. The chase behind him sounded again, Mo Lei didn't look back, still maintained the posture of running forward, fired four shots in a row with his backhand, the light Beretta 92F made him play the speed of an automatic rifle, after the bullet was fired, only a scream came, and it seemed that the other three bullets did not know where they fell.

I still have that little pistol in my leg, but it's a life-saving weapon, something that turns defeat into victory in a pinch, and I don't need to take it out yet.

Dozens of meters behind Mo Lei, Mark looked at the hesitation of the remaining dozen policemen, scolded in a low voice 'waste', crossed the police, and chased in the direction of Mo Lei, he ran in the mountains with a very peculiar appearance: half hunched, half bent knees, every step was like a cannonball that ejected out, quickly disappearing from the police's field of vision.

Charles appeared in front of the group of police officers in a tattered suit and let out a long breath, "Only the injured, not the dead, right?" ”

A shrewd-looking police officer replied, "No, only the injured one, No. 5 was pierced in the thigh and needed medical attention." ”

Charles nodded, looking at the dark night ahead and letting out a long breath.

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When a person's speed reaches the body's lactate valve, it slows down. Mo Lei is now, his legs seem to be tied to a stone as heavy, obviously he thinks it is fast, but every step he takes is like a movie in slow motion, like stepping into a swamp, his heart is like a windmill, he can only breathe with his mouth long, and the sweat on his forehead condenses into droplets of water on his body.

He suddenly turned in a direction and ran into the right spur. Now far from the Chinese community, the wilderness had turned from darkness in the dim light, but he remembered that on the hillside, there was a small patch of barbed poison-lacquered vines, which were obscured by the towering Lamber's pine.

He needed to rest, even for ten minutes and half an hour, because running endlessly would put him in danger.

"Single-person action, the best plan is no plan, you first need to determine your goals, all your plans are carried out around the goal, all plans are around the goal after all, you can do whatever it takes, but you must achieve the goal."

The instructor's words are still in my ears, as if they were yesterday.

Volks, Volks! This company is amazing, and they are also unscrupulous people who do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

I can be too.

Mo Lei staggered up the hill, gasping for breath and making his throat hurt.

He found it, and through the faint starlight, he saw the leafy pine tree, the lush and dense layers of foliage, blocking the starry sky.

Mo Lei stood by the tree, his hands on his knees, his eyes scattered, his breathing was short, and a feeling of weakness spread from his head to his limbs.

Just held this position for a few seconds, and then stretched out his hands and feet to move his joints, Mo Lei bent down to carefully examine the few poison lacquer vines, he knew that he had no time to hide his traces in such a way of running, if he was a master among his peers, he would definitely follow his traces to come here.

Tearing off the T-shirt that was already a little broken, rolling a few layers on his hand, and carefully finding a poison lacquer vine the thickness of a thumb, Mo Lei took out a knife and sawed it off, he saw that it was only about a short foot, a little depressed, so he searched carefully on the ground for a while, and found a withered vine half a foot long.

It's too late to make a trap, only one of the simple bows and arrows made in the morning is still stuck in the back, and the bowstring is probably damaged, and the arrows made of poison arrow wood are used to make traps, and I don't know which killer was killed, so now I have a pistol, a dagger, and poison lacquer vine.

He wanted to get a job, and if he wanted to know something, it was not enough to just rely on the information provided by Wilson's lawyer, and he needed someone close to Vox to make his goals clearer.

Breaking the withered poison lacquer vine in his hand, and twisting the fresh one into a circle, Mo Lei turned to the back of the tree, the mosquitoes in the mountains were buzzing around him, and the heat energy of his body attracted some small insects and the like, so that Mo Lei could not hear the sound of the direction of the hillside clearly.

He squatted on the ground, put down the things in his hand, loosened the cloth strap of the helper, and casually touched the half-human-high grass for a while, and evenly smeared the soft and damp sludge in his hand on his sweaty skin, and only after confirming that it was all applied was relieved.

Then, he wrapped the strips of cloth around his hands and forearms again, paying special attention to the order he had just taken so as not to get caught up in the powder from the poison ivy, and when he had packed up all his equipment, he leaned against the tree and waited quietly.

The other party should not think that he still wants to scratch his tongue in this situation.

The guy who wants to chase after him still has a muffler in his hand, and firing it will not only bring the others, but also wake up the sleeping beast.