122. I still can't leave my own kind

Mo Lei drove Saab all the way to the snake, in the dim light, the distance between the front and rear of the four cars was very close to each other, occasionally the tires drove in the water, the water splashed, the violent braking sound and the scraping sound of the tires looked weird in the messy gunshot, but after half a minute, Mo Lei felt strange.

He could have determined that except for the guy who was holding the M4A1 and constantly shooting, the rest of the people were a rabble!

What he didn't know was that in the cars circling around the roundabout behind them, the grumpy 'Knife' Victor kept firing the M4A1, hoping to slaughter all of his garbage teammates - although the vehicle was in the middle of the road, almost all the bullets were shot into the air or on the concrete road by the stupid pigs, and there was no chance that a single fucking bullet would be fired by the 'accident', and the driver almost overturned the car several times in a panic. He gave the order to turn around and intercept the third car several times, but the driver did not dare to turn around.

A 9mm shot from the Steyr TMP landed on the windshield of the third pursuer, the shattered glass did not hurt anyone, and the bullet passed through the window and continued into the rear window. But the driver was frightened, twisted the steering wheel frantically, and in a panic, the right foot of the accelerator kicked forward, and the car jumped forward and hit the rear of the car in front of him. The driver hurriedly twisted the steering wheel again, and the vehicle drove off the curb, rushed a few meters and flipped off the lane.

The coyote was shocked to find that Mo Lei had stopped shooting, and suddenly drove the car to the third exit, which was the way he came, but the two of them had been fighting side by side for many years, and they had long been in the same mind, and they instantly understood that Mo Lei did not plan to fight. The first is that they really can't afford to suffer casualties, and the second is that although only a few minutes have passed in the battle, it is enough to alarm the police.

"There's trouble."

The coyote had just withdrawn his submachine gun from the window of the car, and was about to smash the rear window to shoot, when suddenly Mo Lei slowed down the car, and the coyote turned back in amazement, he saw a huge container truck occupying the road on the dim street in front of him, and was driving in the opposite direction in his direction. But then there was a regeneration, the driver of the container truck found them, and he was slamming the steering wheel, and the huge front of the car with the compartment and tires rubbing against the cement floor made a violent noise, and after more than ten seconds, the container truck was like a big shark sleeping across the road, blocking the road on the left and right.

Mo Lei's face became gloomy, and after simply driving Sabo to the right for a few dozen meters, he reached out and unlocked the door lock of the driver's passenger seat, and checked his magazine. He didn't talk to the coyote, but the coyote naturally understood what he wanted to do next.

Kill it! There is no way to go and there are pursuers behind it, so there is only one way out!

He didn't think about turning around and driving to other exits, because since the other party could think of using a container truck to block the intersection, then the other exits must be the same. The neighborhood is full of low-rise bungalows, and the roads lead in all directions, so if you and the coyote cross the road and cross the roadside flower beds about 10 meters, you can always find a way out.

The vehicles that had been fleeing and chasing all stopped, and the two cars behind suddenly turned off their lights, and the container truck in front of them also stopped there without moving, looking like the driver had driven the car like that by mistake, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The coyote took a deep breath, and a smile rippled in his narrow eyes: "Hey, I'll get out of the car first, driver." ”

He didn't wait for Mo Lei to answer, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked open the car door that had already unlocked him on the right side, first threw out a piece of clothing in his package, and then quickly jumped down, and after a roll, he rushed to hide behind the flower bed that he had found when he was observing in the car.

There were no expected bullets pouring in.

Several cars confronted each other in a strange manner hundreds of meters apart, with no expected gunshots, no rain of bullets, and no creepy screams. The coyote was surprised, but still cautiously hid his head behind a pot of withered flowers, and looked to the left and right.

Mo Lei was also dumbfounded in the car, but he reacted quickly - it would be a fool not to leave at this time, he pulled the left door from the seat where he was lying, but he didn't jump out of the car directly like a coyote, but waited for a few seconds again before serpenting out from the right side.

Although there were coyotes guarding ahead, he preferred that the coyotes go first.

Quiet, strangely quiet!

A flash of fire came out from under the container truck, Mo Lei swooped forward like a desperate man, and pressed the stunned coyote under him, the sound of RPG firing and the airflow entered his ears, and then, the explosion sounded, one of the cars quickly turned into pieces, and the iron sheets and glass slag 'sizzled' rattle, and in the buildings on both sides of the road, there were lights gradually turning on.

"Why are you pressing me, the RPG is rushing to the back." The coyote unhappily shook his hand and pushed Mo Lei away. At this time, Mo Lei had already reacted, he angrily elbowed the coyote, turned over and lay down on his side.

The coyote took a deep breath with his back to the sky, and the ground was wet and cold, but he still didn't care, looking up at the starry sky after the rain.

"The danger is not over!" Mo Lei warned in a low voice.

The coyote pouted, "Nine times out of ten, it's Tang Jian's grandson." “

"And maybe the same group of people in Medellín before." Mo Lei replied in a low voice, and put a stone under his body, and the stone made him hurt.

As the two talked, the RPG fired a second shell, and within the time it took to reload, one of the other team's remaining vehicles had already begun firing at the container truck, and quickly turned around and snaked in the direction of the roundabout. There also seemed to be a few cars coming from behind the container truck, and sporadic gunfire rang out behind the container truck.

The rocket-booster grenade launcher spewed fire, and the grenade screeched at the car, and the driver of the car frantically slammed the steering wheel to the left, and the car drove into the square next to the road, dodging the grenade, and then staggered into the alley below.

"Let's go." Mo Lei stretched out his hand and patted the coyote, jumped up on the ground, and rushed towards the alley where the car disappeared on the opposite side with the help of flowers and plants and the cover on the side of the road. He knew that most of the alleys here were dead alleys, and the other party would definitely find a place to stop the car and get out of the car before counterattacking, and they couldn't let them disappear into the residential area, otherwise it would be difficult to find.

"I can't run away." In the shadows in the direction of the container truck, a male voice sounded, with some dissatisfaction in his voice, but with a hint of joy - the joy of seeing his friend safe and sound, but the reason for the dissatisfaction is unknown.

"Brother Pear Blossom." The coyote stopped running and dragged Mo Lei back on the right. Since Tang Jian appeared and said that the other party couldn't run away, he naturally believed him. It's just that Tang Jian's previous attitude was that he didn't care about himself, why did he suddenly appear again and make careful arrangements?

"You two slipped away so fast!" In the shadows, Tang Jian walked over quickly, still looking lazy, playing with an unlit cigar in his hand, and other than that, he didn't seem to be carrying any weapons.

The coyote stood there with a smile and did not step forward. Next to him is a round, one-meter-tall tin garbage can, and on the left is a half-foot-high curb with flowers and plants growing on the curb. The TMP in his hand is still in standby, and if you get closer, you can see that there is no smile in his eyes.

Mo Lei looked at the coyote's tense body, shook his head, stood up and greeted Tang Jian.

"Old squad leader!"

"Coyote, relax, relax, look at me like you're looking at an enemy."

Tang Jian was a person, he saw that the coyote was half-hidden, and he knew that the coyote was still haunted by his refusal to help.

In fact, Mo Lei or coyote didn't know the inside story, according to Tang Jian's character, he really didn't plan to go into this troubled water, but his woman Haitang couldn't stand it.

Although the gypsy girl did not say anything about the concept of home and country, she only asked him why his compatriots came to ask for help instead of help, since he had always been proud of his former identity and past glory? Just send two guns? And the smart Begonia also saw that the reason why Mo Lei took those two TMP submachine pistols was just because he didn't want to embarrass Tang Jian, after all, according to Mo Lei's skills and coyotes, where could he not get weapons?

"Isn't this the end of the battle?"

Mo Lei inserted the TMP submachine pistol into his waist with his backhand, although it was called a pistol, it was still a little awkward to insert it into his belt, but he and the coyote's backpacks were both on the car, and he could only pull them out and hold them in his hands.

……

?? On the other side of the city, the large living room of a boxy four-bedroom bungalow is filled with smoky miasma, and the pungent smell of spirits mixed with the smell of inferior cigars makes it difficult to breathe. But the group of strong men sitting inside didn't care, they were silent to each other, their eyes were focused on the man on a sofa at the end of the living room, the man was small, full of muscles, his shaved head glittered in the blazing white light, the tattoos on his face danced with his movements of smoking and drinking, and beside him, a coolly dressed woman curled up,?? The head of the moth eyebrows, the brown skin is smooth as silk, the head is full of blonde hair curly, and from time to time sticks out his tongue to lick on the rich lips, and his expression is extremely seductive.

When the minute hand of the wall clock on the wall pointed to four o'clock in the morning, the man seemed to be relieved, he picked up the mobile phone on the small table in front of him, pressed the screen and looked at it, as if to confirm the time again, and then dialed a phone call.

The person on the other end of the phone must have been waiting for this call, and the tone rang before the other party hummed in a low voice. The tattoo on the man's face twitched, "Captain, it should be fine." ”

"How do you know that?"

"There has been no movement for an hour since they called, and the police station said that there was no police, so it seems that there is more luck than luck."

"No, you have to have someone come over and see it, you know?" The tone on the other end of the line was still flat, but there was some dissatisfaction.

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to go."

"What's next?"

"Yes, boss!!"

The man hung up the phone, looked around the room, stretched out his finger and clicked at the two people at random, "Tell them that Victor may be dead, just do it immediately, and you can't let any of them go." ”

The woman beside him suddenly smiled charmingly, a plump thigh stretched out from under the curled body, and the toe touched the man, "It's done, the 'Tomahawk' is what it says, and this matter is good for all of us." ”

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