The people gathered in the bazaar were talking to each other about business, and the sound of processing and breaking stones from time to time muffled the noise and gunfire outside.

When the people inside looked around at the sound of gunshots, before they could figure out what was going on, a crowd of people screamed and poured into the empty field from several alleys leading to the town, and the huge market was thrown into chaos.

All the people were running aimlessly and bumping into each other in a state of extreme panic, and no one noticed that on the roof of a building not far from them, a man scurried forward like an ape under the cover of various debris on the roof, and a few leaps in front of the group of people fell near the exit of the alley, and happened to mingle with the people who poured in and the group of Wichai.

After coming down from the attic, he didn't go far and blended into the crowd of people who were running around and running for their lives, but unlike the others, he had been keeping an eye on the route of the group of people in Wichai, but he didn't expect these people to be chased by Zhang Haibo and cornered, and they ran into the market all of a sudden.

In order to facilitate the convenience of movement, I have not dressed up to be a casual worker who picks up and delivers goods, and I often come and go to this area, and I am very familiar with the environment here, which provides excellent convenience for the action behind the non-government.

As soon as Weichai and the others broke into the market, Zhang Haibo's people besieged the place, some of them climbed to the roofs of the few buildings in the market, and placed guns indiscriminately in the place where they were hiding.

With only Zutu and the other three bodyguards left by Vichai's side, his face was pale, and his injured arm was still bleeding.

Zutu took the only three remaining people to retreat while fighting back, and there was a long simple shop and stall not far away, and they took the shelves and counters in front of the stall as a cover, and retreated inside while fighting back, wanting to rely on this to wait for Bayu's reinforcements to arrive.

When they arrived at the shop, they found that there were many craftsmen, stall owners, and vendors hiding in the market, and the people hiding inside were watching them with frightened eyes, the people who had brought disaster here.

Zutu stayed by Wichai's side, running all the way to the point where he could finally breathe a sigh of relief for a while, he raised his eyes and looked at the surroundings, and secretly screamed in his heart, there was no other passage here except the front exit, if they were blocked here, then they would have nowhere to escape.

Thinking of this, Zutu said to Wei Chai beside him: "Sir, we can't stay here for long, we have to escape as soon as they don't surround us." ”

Wichai gritted his teeth and nodded, he also knew that he couldn't stay here and wait for death, so Zutu immediately took the three people to protect Wichai and broke out.

As soon as they arrived at the door, a rain of bullets pressed them back, and in the panic, Wichai was shot in the shoulder again, and half of his arm was almost disabled.

The two bodyguards who rushed in front just leaned out, and in an instant they were hit by oncoming bullets and killed on the spot, and the body of one of the bodyguards was directly smashed into the pile of people hiding here, and the people who were crowded together suddenly broke up in the camp, and they scattered and fled with a sound of 'whoop~~'.

But the people outside were not even willing to let go of these craftsmen, shopkeepers, etc., and another burst of gunfire caused several civilians who had fled to fall in pools of blood, and the others were forced to retreat.

"Wichai, you old immortal, come out quickly, for the sake of many years of love, I will give you a good time, otherwise, I will beat you into a hornet's nest! Come out! ”

Zhang Haibo was screaming outside.

Wichai was really a little desperate at this time, and looked at the people around him, and then at the other panicked craftsmen.

In the corner, a young man was holding an older craftsman, shouting the man's name and trying to plug the wound on his body that was constantly gushing blood, but it was clear that the man who had fallen in his arms had no sign of life.

The tragic situation in front of him made Wichai shake his head, and said almost in despair:

"Atu, you can go by yourself in a while, leave me alone, what Zhang Haibo wants is me, I may be able to exchange the lives of you when I go out, and it can be regarded as doing some good deeds and accumulating virtue before I die." As he spoke, Wichai gritted his teeth and was about to walk out.

"Sir, wait!" Zutu grabbed Wichai.

"The people brought by Bayu may come over soon, and there is hope that we will hold on a little longer." Zutu knew that the chances were slim, but he had to say so.

But Zhang Haibo didn't give them a chance, he was directing a few people to slowly approach here.

There was another burst of gunshots, and the last bodyguard was also killed by Zhang Haibo's people, Zu Tu hid behind the counter at the door, with an MP5 miniature submachine gun in each hand, listening attentively to the movement outside, Vichai had already mixed with five or six local craftsmen hiding here, and the life and death of Vichai and these people at this time could only be resigned to fate and God's arrangement.

Three or four men with AK47s and shotguns began to approach the area, and they had approached the outside of the counter where Zutu was stealth, and Zutu could clearly see each other's clearer and taller figures from the wall opposite him.

Zutu knocked the two guns in his hand, gritted his teeth, roared and rushed to the counter, and the two micro rushes fired at the same time, knocking down several people who were approaching, but the others who rushed over also fired at him.

Zutu's muzzle gradually deviated from the target and hit the roof, and then the whole person fell backwards, his chest was almost broken, bloody, and his eyes became stagnant, and after he fell, Zutu died in front of Wichai's eyes.

"Atul, Atul!"

Wichai crawled half a step to Zutu's corpse, and watched this close guard who had accompanied him for more than ten years and experienced countless bloody storms die miserably, and his heart felt angina.

A few more people approached with guns, and Zhang Haibo and Ne Wen also rushed here from a distance with guns.

"Is the old immortal still alive? I'll have to skin him alive while I'm going to go. ”

Zhang Haibo's vicious voice was getting closer and closer.

"Brother Hai, he's here, keep it for you."

The bodyguards and gunmen who arrived first had already surrounded Vichai and held their guns to stop the expressionless Wichai.