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The table in the hall was cleaned by him, and all the hostages kneeling by the wall were searched by him, ripped open the pocket and shook it a few times, stared at the bear behind the mask and looked in, according to what Camp Commander Zhang said The price was far behind, and finally came to the door, stretched out his hand to tear apart Zhu Bajie who was guarding the door: "Go to the side!" From now on, this gate is Lao Tzu's territory! ”

After guarding for a while, there was a gambler who did not have long eyes to come to the door, pushed the door and went in, and after two steps, he stood still grinning, not daring to blink, and before the tower raised the gun in his hand, he knelt directly, trembling like a sheep madness, and shook his hands wildly: "I am not a traitor!" I'm not a traitor! I went to the wrong door! Then he didn't slow down, and poof—he collapsed unconscious in the door.

The tower was so happy that it was too easy to get started, put down the money bag, bent down and just got started, I heard a gunshot.

Straightened up and turned his head to look at the other Zhu Bajie in the hall, before he could get his senses, the gunfire suddenly turned into a storm, obviously from the money village next door, everyone in the gambling house was stupid, what about firecrackers, right?

Chop Jiu hurriedly ran into the hall from the room in the hall: "What's the situation?" ”

"It's the next door!"

"Fuck! This can't stay anymore! Let's go! ”

Someone on the street outside the gambling house suddenly shouted, "Help! The Einsatzgruppen is in the casino! The Einsatzgruppen has killed! ”

The tower came back to his senses, turned around and looked at the ground inside the door, it was empty, and the door was now ajar, so you can imagine who is screaming outside the door now!

Songxi Town is not big, the street is not long, the police and the patrol are not far away, the first gunshot from the money village when the street is chaotic, it is a person is running, in the blink of an eye ran away, hanging on the street is not the patrol police or the detective team, some pull out guns, some crazy whistles, follow the sound of the gun like the wind!

"You! Letting people out? ”

Faced with the dumbfounded questioning of the pig mask of Chopping Jiu, the iron tower was also dumbfounded: "This door...... Maybe the wind blows it away! ”

"Pig!" Chop Nine roared: ", brothers! "Carrying a gun and rushing straight out the door.

Not three steps out of the door of the gambling house, unfortunately, there were a few patrol policemen diagonally across the street outside the door, and at both ends of the street, you could see the figures with guns rushing towards here, either in police uniforms or dogs in black.

A few Zhu Bajie who rushed out of the door were stupidly outside the door of the gambling house, and a few patrol policemen diagonally across the street were stupid on the side of the street, looking at each other, and after a second, two seconds, and then, the gunfire was loud again.

Everybody fights! Desperately firing, desperately turning around and running. The patrolmen drilled everywhere they could, and blindly threw their guns at Zhu Bajie behind him without looking; Zhu Bajie turned around and ran into the door, and returned guns on the street without looking, and whoever stood on the side of the street was a fool in this situation.

The bullets rained and roared, and the intensity was no worse than the exchange of fire in the money village just now, and the Zhu Bajie who rushed back to the gambling house picked up the bench and smashed the window facing the street, and then flashed by the window and raised the muzzle of the gun and greeted the street; Zhu Bajie shook his ears, shot wildly, and cursed subconsciously, the window was hit by bullets, and the door panel was hit by bullets continuously, and debris flew around.

The tallest Zhu Bajie didn't fire a shot, and went straight to the back door of the gambling house in a panic with his money bag, knocking over the tables and chairs, and the degree was still unabated, and he didn't look back and shouted: "Beat your grandma!" It's too late to run! ”

Chop Jiu immediately reacted, put down the muzzle of the gun and left the door frame and ran towards the back door: "Sixth, you will break off thirty breaths, and the rest of the brothers will follow me!" ”

On the street, the police and detective teams huddled behind the corners of various miscellaneous objects were also in a mess in the rain of bullets, and some shouted: "Not only the money bank, but also the gambling house is occupied by the Einsatzgruppen!" The second team is going to block the back alley! Who dares to let go of the Einsatzgruppen Lao Tzu x who is the eighth generation ancestor! ”

After the bloody Einsatzgruppen some time ago, in the eyes of the police and detectives in Songxi Town, the Einsatzgruppen was already an endless sea of blood and hatred, really caught, really killed, really afraid of the Einsatzgruppen retaliation, the more Zhu Bajie's face looked at it, the more panicked he became.

The second floor of the money bank, in the conference room.

The little girl knelt down on one knee behind the chair of the new owner Li Si, held the gun in her right hand behind the hostage's head, let go of her left hand, blatantly released the magazine in the handle, caught it with her left hand, and immediately stuffed it behind the knee socket of the bent knee, and then grabbed a handful from her pocket with her left hand, grabbed seven accurately, and loaded the seven bullets one by one into the magazine behind the knee socket with her left hand.

Several viewers looked stupidly, Zhang's mother also looked stupidly, people who don't know guns can't understand, she has unloaded the magazine to load the bullet, why do she still use her right hand to put the gun without the magazine behind the head of the new owner? They don't know what the structure of the bullet in the chamber is and the bullet in the magazine, but unfortunately the little girl plays this every day, and she doesn't have time to explain the one to be shot in the chamber.

A pair of hideous eyes only stared at the door of the conference room, holding the M1911 in her right hand and pressing against the back of the hostage's head, the seventh bullet was blindly filled into the magazine by the left hand, and immediately pulled the magazine out from behind the knee socket, with a metallic click, the full seven magazine re-entered the handle into place, and now the M1911 bullet capacity in her hand has become seven plus one, eight. Her already hideous little face finally flashed a hint of relief, and it turned out to be even more hideous, and she was not at all interested in continuing to think about the gunfire downstairs just now, and the chaotic shootout in the street now, and she could not think about understanding her urgent problem of how to get out of this cage predicament.

Outside the door of the conference room, several knife and axe hands in the corridor were also in trouble, two died two when they entered the door, and the master was held up by a gun again, so he didn't dare to enter again, and three people were sent to guard the staircase, and he didn't dare to go downstairs to see the situation. Whoever it was and who it couldn't be their allies, so they could only hold on to the stairs and continue to embarrass in the corridor on the second floor.

On the first floor of Qianzhuang, Wang Qiang hid in silence in the counter, the horse's leg was injured in the gap of a collapsed wooden cabinet, Lu Hang leaned behind the column, quietly holding the gun, quietly bleeding, judging from the slow state of blood flow and the location of the pain, it was not seriously injured, it couldn't be poured, maybe it was just a scratch, he tried to clarify the current situation, and felt that the gunfire on the second floor was a large-caliber pistol, maybe similar to the girl's big-eyed pistol, but how could he dare to think that the girl was upstairs? This is Songxi Town, not Qingshan Village. It seems that the second floor is also a stalemate between the two parties?

There was no clue about everything, and there was another fierce exchange of fire on the street outside, what the hell is this? Something to do with someone on the second floor? Why was it called the Einsatzgruppen? Could it be that the upstairs side is a special squad? How many times have you been able to steer your way when you are surrounded by enemies, but now, the fox who has been in a hundred battles ...... has a head of paste, and no matter how fast the whirlpool in his mind turns, he can only grind soy milk......

The grass in the desert does not know what drought is; Flowers on the iceberg, do not understand what the cold is.

The tower is a coward, and that depends on whom; When he was a child, he followed his mother, living on the verge of starvation every day, and later became a bandit, still living on the verge of death every day, and later became the Eighth Route Army, and continued to live on the verge of death every day, whether in the past or now, he is to live.

Living has become his obsession, and he is afraid of death because he has never been far from death, not because of the unknown pain of death; He is timid because he wants to live, not because he is afraid to face it; In fact, he is as ordinary as a grass in the desert, a flower on an iceberg, and a plant in a warm water town how can understand him struggling in barrenness.

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