Xing Feng was now located in a narrow alley less than two meters between the two rows of street shops.

On the left is the shop on the adjacent street, and on the right is the large jewelry store selected by Xingfeng.

There were people inside, and there was a lot of movement.

After listening to the sound and identifying the position for a while, Xingfeng carefully turned over the window of the back compartment, avoiding the broken glass on the floor, and looked out through the half-hidden compartment door.

There were two dead people who had been shot on the floor of the hall, a white man in a beige casual suit, dead next to a safe, looking like the boss here.

The other was a black woman in a black uniform, who was, unsurprisingly, supposed to be an employee of the store.

In addition, there were three red turban soldiers with guns on their backs, their faces turning red with excitement.

Two of them held heavy canvas bags in their hands, smashed them all the way along the counter and picked them up, and the finished necklaces, rings, earrings, bracelets, semi-finished gems and diamonds, etc., were all stored in the canvas bags.

The remaining one was an officer of the Red Turban Army, with a large cigar in his mouth, and he was shouting and drinking from the sidelines.

"With the weapon behind your back and into combat mode, it takes at least 2 seconds, three people, one second is enough."

Accurately calculated, coldness emerged, Xing Feng opened the door, and the P220 in his hand fired continuously.

"Chirp!"

Professional close-range rapid fire, three shots per second, basic special training, not very difficult.

"Plop, knock, boom!"

The three Red Turban soldiers, who had not yet reacted, were shot in the head, stared at the stunned eyes, and collapsed on the ground one after another.

Halfway through, he will kill Cheng Biting Jin, and it is a Cheng Biting Gold with more than three axes, and the three of them can be regarded as unjustly dead.

"呲~click, click......"

With the saber in his left hand, Xingfeng stepped on the glass on the ground, first came to the commander of the Red Turban Army, and reached out to his chest.

"Gosba Lancero (spear), a top-notch product of a few hundred dollars a knife, you kid will enjoy it."

Xing Feng smiled and took out a dark brown cigar from the pure black wooden box.

"Click!"

Two-finger cigar cutter to cut off the "braided tail" of the cigarette holder.

"Ding, click~"

The sparks sputtered, and the Zippo lighter, which came along with it, emitted a jumping orange flame, slowly moving from side to side, roasting the moisture from the cigar.

The whole step is extremely detailed, as if this is not a battlefield where "people are not as good as dogs" and corpses are everywhere, but sitting in a luxurious office and enjoying the comfortable life of a big boss.

This is not a pretentious style, nor is it pretending, but as a senior smoker, the respect for the top cigars in the hand is also an attitude of enjoyment.

On a battlefield where nerves are highly concentrated and the smoke of blood and gunpowder is pungent, a good cigarette and a sip of liquor are often more seductive than the women of Chiguoguo.

"——,Shhh

Take a deep breath of the toasted cigar, and the strong nicotine swirls in your lungs before exhaling it for a long time.

This kind of sensation that stimulates the pores of the whole body to tremble and the brain is cloudy and numb, is simply not too wonderful.

"This thing is a little expensive, but it's worth it!"

Xing Feng shook his somewhat floating head, put the cigar box into his jacket pocket, comfortably held the cigar, and walked over to the two Red Turban soldiers.

"Both bags are so heavy, they won't all be ......"

Xing Feng's hands stretched out to the bag, trembling slightly, his eyes flashing with nervousness, excitement, and a trace of unspeakable greed.

The size of the two canvas bags is a bit like a domestic 10kg hardcover rice bag, and both of them contain small half bags.

If it's all gold jewelry, it's worth ......

Swish!

The first bag opened, and the eyes shimmered with golden light, and it was full of color.

Swish!

The second bag opens......

"呲~"

The Gaussbar Lancero cigar blurted out and smashed to the ground, smoking.

Diamonds, opals, gold, gemstones, platinum, bracelets, rings, earrings, necklaces......

The chaos was piled up in a mess, and under the cover of all kinds of dazzling colors, it was impossible to count.

It wasn't until after a few breaths that Xing Feng came back to his senses, picked up the cigar and held it again, grinning: "With this money, opening a PMC company and handling the identity of his subordinates should be about the same." ”

Looking up at the main street, "Now, there is still a big hole that cannot be filled, I hope those two places will not disappoint me." ”

The fiery mood is burning, and a lot of wealth is in front of you, which is a temptation that is hard to refuse.

With a quick movement, he took off the tactical backpack behind him, put two canvas bags weighing more than ten pounds into it, and rearranged the combat equipment.

Take a deep breath of strong nicotine, stimulate the excitement of the brain, enter the torture wind of the combat alert state, and set off again to the two large jewelry stores that he guarded before.

At this time, gunfire was still being heard all day long in various locations in the city, and on the main street in the area where the torture wind was located, the government troops were still exchanging fire with the Red Turban Army.

However, the government army, which was relatively small in number, was already at the end of its strength under the attack of the Red Turban Army on all sides, and could be completely annihilated at any time.

At this time, the head of the national government has been captured by Lao D and his party, and the government troops who have lost their command can only fight on their own, and it is impossible for anyone to support.

Seeing that the government army could not carry it for long, the torture wind couldn't help but speed up the pace of action.

"呲~"

The Type 95 saber wiped his throat and brought up a string of blood beads.

Dealing with the red scarf army encountered around the corner, the torture wind cat waist rushed, crossed the "corpse stacked arhats" at the door, and ran into the big jewelry store.

There were no dead people in the store, no red scarves, three safes had been opened, and there was nothing inside, but the jewelry on the counter shelves was still there, not even a trace of chaos.

The contents of the safe are all placed in piles, suitable for a short time to pack and take away, and they are all relatively valuable jewelry.

For example, millions of large carat diamonds, rare blue diamonds, pink diamonds, purple diamonds, and so on.

The jewelry in the counter is not only relatively low, but it also takes a lot of time to clean up.

Obviously, the owner of this shop, smarter than the previous one, knows that between trade-offs, to make the most correct choice.

"Tweet ......"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

Time was very urgent, and the torture wind that entered the jewelry store, regardless of whether it could be heard outside, raised his hand was a continuous burst of fire, bursting all the glass display cases.

"Click~"

Quickly replace the magazine with a new one, pull the gun and insert it into the holster in case you need it.

Next, take off your tactical backpack and quickly pick up the valuable jewelry in the display case with one hand.

When encountering unbroken glass, he directly used his right hand with tactical gloves to violently decompose with one punch.

These pieces of jewelry, compared to the top rare jewelry, are very lacking, but at the end of the day, they are expensive.

Xing Feng has a lot of things to do now, he urgently needs a lot of money, although these are small fish and shrimp in front of him, they are also worth millions of oceans, how can he let it go.