There was a commotion, and the hostages who had been allowed to leave with the men in the hallway all stood up and rushed to the door, praying eagerly for light.

Squeak and rattle - the gate seems to have been sealed in the dust for many years, slowly.

A ray of light spread out with the door, rapidly extending and widening across the hall floor, blinding bright, illuminating the dust in the air.

The man in front raised the white towel in his hand and shouted into the glaring street outside the door: "We are not a special squad!" We are innocent! We came out first! Then he took a step, and then he heard the sound of the gun falling to the ground, crackling, and six guns in succession were thrown to the ground on their own initiative.

The people behind immediately consciously lined up, and no matter how anxious they were, they didn't dare to rush forward, because there were countless guns outside, and once something went wrong, it could be a disaster.

Lu Hang never expected that this gate would not open sooner or later, but now it is open! The little girl just went upstairs and hasn't come down yet!

Could it be that a few people went out alone for the second wave? That is destined to be taken care of, and what you want to take advantage of is how chaotic there are people, how dazzling is it for a few people to go out alone? All plans have to be ruined!

Wang Qiang looked at Lu Hang anxiously, and the horse's legs looked at the door, forcing Lu Hang to be decisive: "You three go first!" Put the gun here and go now! Come on! ”

"But ......"

"It's an order!" Answer Wang Qiang with these four words, and his gaze subconsciously swept over Lin Wei's face.

Fate is always so sudden, at this moment Lin Wei was at a loss, just now she fantasized that she could turn into a moth behind him, and with him to put out the fire, the door to survival was opened, but she didn't expect it to be opened so hastily. She had a gut feeling that once the door was closed, it would not be possible to open it a second time, and that the distance between heaven and hell would be as far away as heaven and hell!

Is this scum destined to live in hell? Is this the punishment of the heavens? Why do you always have to leave him behind? But I've already punished, I've really punished......

His bronzed face was no longer gloomy, and even a faint smile crossed it, and she knew that he was telling her not to worry in this way, and he arrived later.

She hated her own instincts for this, subconsciously learned his way, tried to smile at him with an extremely faint smile, pretended to be calm and turned around, and walked towards the hasty light with Wang Qiang and Ma Leg, dazzling in Lu Hang's sight......

At the beginning of man, his nature is good; Sex is similar, Xi is far away.

The captain of the Songxi Town Detective Team has been away from the tea house for a long time, and the captain of the straw bag police team is still sitting stupidly next to the coffee table, with a new bowl of tea on the coffee table, and the debris on the ground is still there.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the bowl again, but the tea bowl trembled slightly in his hand, and the tea in the bowl swayed in the bowl, and the ripples became bigger and bigger, and began to spill out of the edge of the bowl, so he had to put the tea bowl down again and shake his hand.

Everyone has their own eyes in their eyes, he knows that he is a straw bag, but he thinks he is a conscientious and kind person, and he still is; It's just that he didn't dare to look at the tea in the bowl, for fear that the tea would reflect his face at the moment, because of his current face...... Probably no different from the robbers in the bank!

A policeman suddenly panicked and rushed into the tea house: "They opened the door!" The door of the money bank is open! ”

The captain of the straw bale stood up sharply, threw himself into the window that was always open, and stared at Qian Zhuang with wide eyes of the kind toad.

There was a shout: "We're not the Einsatzgruppen, we're innocent, we're coming out first." ”

A white towel swayed at the door of the just-opened bank, in the sun, in the empty street environment, dazzling white.

I don't know how many guns were immediately placed in the window across the street, I don't know how many guns immediately poked out of the corner, and the black hole pointed at the money village, at the faces that appeared in the sun in fear; One by one, they raised their hands high, lined up in an orderly manner, slowly poured out of the gate of Qianzhuang, and gathered in the middle of the empty intersection, one by one breathing desperately because they had seen the light of day, like drowning people who had just come ashore, dazzling in the sun.

Bang

In such a moment of silence, this is an extremely harsh shot! It was so piercing that no one could tell where the shot was fired, only that it was very close, close at hand.

This piercing shot seemed to shatter everything!

Then, everything began to shatter!

All the muzzles of the guns pointed at Qian Zhuang were ignited in an instant, forming a storm of moments, deafening and continuous.

The rain of bullets ravaged the street in an instant, vile and tore everything under the sun.

Blood was flying everywhere, spilling everywhere, and before the bare hands that were raised high in the air didn't even have time to put down, the body had already begun to fall, and continued to be pierced by the relentless ballistics, again and again, whistling in a wail.

The man was still clutching the white towel tightly in his hand, but the white towel was now stained with dust and mottled with a little blood, and the man stared wide-eyed that what he was holding was indeed a white towel, not the gun he had discarded; He didn't understand, didn't understand, until another roar rushed at him, shattering his eyes and piercing half of his face, so that he never had a chance to hear someone shouting in the storm: "The Einsatzgruppen pretend to be hostages to break out!" Lawfully kill on sight! Lawfully kill on sight! Kill ......"

Originally, I thought that there was hell in the money bank, but now I understand, how can there be heaven in this world? Out of hell, still hell! It's just that I didn't expect that the sky of hell could be so blue, and the eyes were so dazzling, scorching, as if it was still snowing.

……

The rain of bullets not only raged at the street outside the gate of Qianzhuang, but also raged into the two open gates of Qianzhuang, roaring and flying in again and again, hitting the door, hitting the hall pillars, hitting the counter towards the gate, shattering the bonsai, scratching down the hanging lamp, overturning everything that passed, carrying countless debris, forcing the masked robbers to crawl behind the counter, forcing the Zhu Bajie who were hiding on both sides of the gate to shrink their necks against the wall, shouting, cursing, and even not knowing who was scolding.

Lu Hang's heart was already cold, from the moment the first gunshot rang out, it was cold!

He didn't even have time to panic, and his whole body was unconscious.

The open door was obviously dazzling, so dazzling that it had just obliterated her beautiful back, wasn't that light? Isn't that light!

He didn't even realize that he was rushing towards the door, staggering, everything in front of him was black, only the open, dazzling door was still there, empty as a miserable white paper, and his only direction.

Pathetic, he ignored the rain of bullets and forgot his own life, he turned into a moth and flapped his wings.

He didn't know if he was still him, he who wanted to escape but could never escape.

……

It would be wrong to think that the police only have short guns, the detective team does only have short guns, the police are different, these days, the weapons of the police dogs are very complicated, there is no unified system at all, the box cannon is made in Hanyang, in order to make up the number of guns can be sent to them, they even have a Czech style, which is placed in the grocery store across the street from Qianzhuang, just because it has not been used for 800 years, and there is no professional maintenance, so it failed to start in the first time. I want to talk about "Crossing the Anti-Japanese 1936" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~

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