182, the coyote and the killer who escaped from danger

The MG-3 machine gun can only be fired fully automatically, and Mo Lei's fingers skillfully control the frequency of the shot, and the spilled gas during the shooting is sprayed out in a star-shaped shape around the muzzle, and the flames produced are very beautiful at night. Tracer bullets streaked across the night sky, rushing into the human body with the whistling sound of death.

Mercedes-Benz S600 galloped out of the gate, Nixon was very skilled in bringing the left tire close to the edge of the road, and the triangular nail tire breaker blocked the car barrier on the edge of the road about half a foot blank, Nixon did not dare to trust too much in the bulletproof effect of the infusion solid tire, but the actual result satisfied him.

Taylor's bullet pierced through Nixon's trapezius muscle in the neck with a small-caliber bullet, but fortunately only one muscle was torn off, and the bullet did not stay in the body to cause further destruction. But it was enough for Nixon, who had to mix a handy coyote with one hand and a pistol in the other to keep his pursuers out of reach. Fortunately, the coyote, who was originally confused, also became energetic, and although he could not shoot, he perfectly matched the pace of Nixon's retreat. It wasn't until he climbed into the back seat that the coyote's spirit vanished like a deflated tire, and he could only half-lie in the chair, indifferent to Nixon's yelling for him to buckle up.

From the balcony on the second floor of the staff dormitory, the same fire as on the hillside, yellow tracer bullets hit the side of the bulletproof car, the glass bed, Nixon and Coyote on the car did not hear the gunshot, but heard the sound of bullets hitting the glass, like hail falling on the roof of the iron, but this is not hail, but 7.62 mm machine gun bullets, not on the iron, but on the steel of the car and the armor of Kevlar synthetic fiber.

Nixon's face in the driver's seat was twisted in pain, but the hand holding the steering wheel calmly held the grip, skillfully geared, refueled, and pressed the accelerator to the lowest position. The S600's engine immediately accelerated, and the occupants in the seats rushed forward with inertia, and the coyote in the back seat rolled out of their seats and became conscious again.

"Take the S-shaped route."

The coyote screamed, and he saw several bullets fired at the same location, and the gunner's shooting skills were amazing, and he could aim at a point and shoot continuously. Within seconds of the coyote yelling, the rear window glass was shattered. Nixon spun the wheel and gritted his teeth as he drove the large sedan down the road like a motorcycle.

He knew that Mo Lei would definitely be able to hear the sound of machine gun fire here, but unfortunately he couldn't help - the balcony where the shooting was fired was in the dead corner of the hillside, and a few big trees planted in the yard blocked Mo Lei's view.

Before the gunner could adjust the firepower, the S600 quickly fled the effective kill area, and the coyote wiped the bulletproof glass shards from his hair with his hands, loudly complimenting Nixon's driving skills, "Nixon, your driving skills are great." ”

"We need to switch the joint." Nixon didn't speak directly to the coyote, but shouted into the headset, and he was informing Mo Lei and Gao Bing, "They still have an ambush on the way to Pereira, I'm afraid they're coming in that direction now." ”

"Find a quiet place to stop and wait for us." Mo Lei replied in the headset, he used the air of command.

"Why stop?" Nixon slammed the throttle.

"They want us to run away, they don't want us to think. We cannot allow them to foresee our actions. Mo Lei replied categorically, "Drive directly to the mountains behind the Chinese community, and when you get there, there are three ways to retreat, and we can enter the mountains at the worst." ”

Nixon grabbed the rearview mirror and adjusted his position, telling the coyote in the back seat, "Mo Lei means let's go to the three-way intersection at the back of the Chinese community." What about your opinion? ”

"Listen to him." Coyote did not hesitate.

No matter who Nixon was, his temperament had nothing to do with cowards, and the coyote saw several bullets hit the window next to the driver's seat, almost breaking the glass, but Nixon drove the car calmly and did not even take his eyes off.

"We need to complain about Mercedes-Benz, their windows are too strong." When Nixon heard the coyote's affirmative answer, he stopped bothering and galloped straight towards the location Mo Lei had said. The pain in his shoulder didn't distract him, he was a little worried about the current state of the coyote in the back seat, which was much more serious than he thought.

"This was converted from another factory." The coyote replied in the back seat, turning his head to look behind, "Nixon, how did you really get involved with Mo Lei, aren't you a killer who collects money to kill people?" I thought you were fooling me. ”

"Brother Hi, I'm your savior now, your life is still in my hands, don't call a killer." Nixon was half-truthfully angry, "Of course, I was originally a killer, but killers can also save people, who stipulated that killers are only allowed to kill?" ”

"I suddenly noticed that you were handsome."

"If you don't have a good eye, you should have seen it a long time ago." Nixon looked in the rearview mirror again, and couldn't see the coyote's face clearly, but he could see that the eyes were shining, "Then again, you have a very accurate eye for making friends, and those brothers of yours are all good brothers, good looks." ”

"Those? Who else? ”

"Don't you know, Bull Demon King?"

Nixon still wanted to speak, but Mo Lei's voice came from the earphones.

"Nixon, where are you? What does the injury look like? I'm looking for medicine. How about coyotes? ”

Nixon smiled and replied, "I'm fine, you'll probably need to find plenty of water, preferably soda, and of course ice." Coyotes have some minor problems. ”

There was silence in the headphones for a second, and Mo Lei replied, "Okay! ”

Ask Nixon about his injury first and then ask his brother, although Nixon is very familiar with this kind of trick, but he is very ironed in his heart, on the contrary, he likes this group of young men who are just the opposite of what he does.

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At the three-fork intersection, Gao Bing kept the pistol in a firing state, wearing a face towel, M4 hanging under his ribs, silently standing in the shadows beside the road, Mo Lei was on the other side of the road, he was a little weak, but he still used a tactical flashlight to go into the mountains and forests to find a few cool, detoxifying, hemostatic and anti-inflammatory herbs, and clean up a small piece of grass.

The close-fitting clothes on his body had already been torn by himself to wrap the wounds, and he didn't care about any more rotten, so he simply tore off two pieces, one of which was to wrap the herbs that stopped bleeding and mashed them with a wooden stick. When I finished doing all this work, I heard the sound of a car engine, and the S600 had no lights, driving from the road with a slightly white light, and the black behemoth looked like a beast in a Mercedes.

Parking the car on the side of the road, Nixon, who got out of the car first, only saw Mo Lei alone, but he didn't ask, but quickly opened the back seat door, signaled Mo Lei and himself to quickly help the coyote out of it and into the grass next to the road, and whispered to Mo Lei, "I'll go and dispose of the car and come back soon." ”

"No, Gao Bing has already gone. You'll have to take care of the wound first. Before Mo Lei could finish speaking, the car engine on the side of the road started and turned forward.

"You're back fast enough." The coyote spoke in a voice like a worn-out bellows.

"Dirt dog, you lie down for a while, and I'll help Nixon with his wounds." Mo Lei stretched out his left hand and pinched it on the coyote's shoulder, and the coyote nodded tiredly and sat down on a piece of grass that Mo Lei had cleared.

Seeing this, Nixon sat down on the ground very simply, took off his shirt, and informed Mo Lei of his injury. Mo Lei didn't reply, but skillfully poured out the herbs, groping for Nixon to help him clean the wound briefly, and then spread the herbs evenly around the wound, and another strip of cloth was used to wrap Nixon's wound.

"Coyotes should have been beaten with scopolamine, fuck, do they really believe this thing can tell the truth? We need barbiturates or chloral hydrate. ”

Nixon put on his coat and looked at the coyote leaning on the grass on the soft footsteps, probably just after the effect of the medicine, the coyote's spirit was better, and he said with a smile, "I said Brother Killer, the herbs of the mask are much better than the Western medicine, don't worry." I mean, don't worry about your wounds. ”

"I understand." Nixon tidied up his clothes, watched Mo Lei stuff a few herbs into the coyote's mouth and let him chew and swallow it himself, then grabbed the coyote's right arm with both hands and put it on his face, turned on the tactical flashlight and looked at it carefully. The fracture has been swollen, and although it has been treated simply, there will still be sequelae if the treatment is delayed until now.

Nixon saw that Mo Lei's eyes were indifferent under the light, and his face was as calm as a dead man, and he knew that this kid was on the verge of an explosion. Mo Lei turned off the flashlight and asked the coyote softly.

"Is there any numbness?"

"Yes, I don't think this arm is my own." The coyote had herbs in his mouth and said vaguely.

"Is it just arm numbness? Do you feel this way in your right shoulder, waist, or thigh?" Mo Lei began to search and grope in the grass, and Nixon knew that he was looking for a stick, so he got up and went into the forest.

"It's okay, these places are still sentient."

"That's good. Thank you. ”

The latter sentence was addressed to Nixon, who broke three straight sticks, each the thickness of a thumb, from the bushes. Mo Lei took it and bandaged the coyote's arm, and Nixon sat quietly beside him. The soldiers had not returned, and Nixon knew in his heart that the masked man should be staring at him close to him, but he didn't care.

"I need a place to rest, I need to find Western medicine, I need transportation. Nixon, what good advice do you have?"

After the bandaging was completed, the three of them were silent for a while, except for the sound of coyote gently chewing herbs in their mouths. Mo Lei squatted beside the coyote, with his back to Nixon, looking at the coyote with warm and calm eyes. After a while, he asked softly.

No engine sounds of vehicles were heard in front of or behind, no shouting, no gunshots. Nixon was alone, so it is very likely that he misunderstood Nixon.

"I don't want to know your whereabouts, Pereira has doctors I know, you know that there are more or less tight-mouthed people who do my job, and of course I can let you go to him if you really need it. Vehicle? Use yours, I know you have a car, so you don't have to use the props I've hidden. Nixon, who had long been accustomed to the light, pulled a weed from the ground, bit it in his mouth, and thought for a while before slowly answering.

Mo Lei actually didn't ask a sentence, what he wanted to say was, 'Aren't you afraid that we will kill us now'? The words came to his lips and he swallowed them back, because it was an insult to Nixon, who was sincere in helping them, and to himself.

"No, Nixon, thank you from the bottom of my heart, we can go now, come and pick up my brother, you also pretend not to know, okay?"

"I'm prone to amnesia for certain things." Nixon stood up, spit out the grass roots in his mouth, and helped Mo Lei to help the coyote on the ground up.

"I didn't mean that." Mo Lei was a little embarrassed, and carefully supported the coyote with his right hand, "It's just that this brother is different from us." Nixon, thank you for taking such a big risk. ”

While speaking, the three of them crossed the road, passed through the middle of the low bushes, and walked downhill to the 'U' shaped intersection where Mo Lei attacked Xie Jun at the beginning, and the gray public stopped next to the road, but Mo Lei only saw the senior soldier wearing a masked scarf, but Wang Yuwei, who sent the car over, was gone. The regained coyote hugged Gao Bing tightly, and then sat in the back seat with Gao Bing, while Nixon sat in the passenger seat, and Mo Lei drove the car.

"How did you come here?" In the back seat, the coyote was half-leaning on the back of the chair, his right arm was fixed in front of his chest by Mo Lei, but his left hand was idle, and he was kneading and kneading it on Gao Bing's shoulder.

"It's said that people here like to eat dog meat, so I don't worry about you." Gao Bing took off his mask, he was wearing headphones, and he heard the conversation between Mo Lei and Nixon from beginning to end, so he took Wang Yuwei away first, after all, it is always wrong to be careful.

"Your uncle's." The coyote's fingers pinching Gao Bing's shoulder suddenly forced, but Gao Bing sneered, looking indifferent.

Mo Lei and Nixon glanced at each other and slowly started the car. He didn't go to Pereira, but to the town where he had been recuperating with Tina.

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