Immediately after giving the order to shoot at the patrolmen, I stood up first, quickly pulled the trigger in front of me, and fired six No. 00 deer bullets, and 54 0.33 diameter projectiles were spilled out in a fan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info I know that I must have hit a lot of targets without looking at it.

The shotgun patrolmen got up and shot at the mob when they heard my shouts, and they ran out of bullets in a dozen seconds. Someone was so nervous that they only shot in one direction, so the projectiles did not cover the entire street, and there were still thugs in the front row standing and shooting, causing casualties to the patrolmen. I finished the bullet in the gun, tossed the shotgun aside, drew the Blackstar and Glock pistols in both hands, and fired at the front-row thugs who had not yet fallen. At this time, the bright fire flashed, and the gasoline flowing from the fuel tank of a pickup truck thrown by Big Eye was ignited by the gasoline bottle, and the flames soared three or four meters high, reflecting the rioters in sight. I took advantage of the light of the fire to knock down three thugs with spears in an instant.

Because of the proximity, the effect of the sudden burst of shotguns just now was still good, at least the firepower of the thugs was suddenly thinned, so the firepower on both sides of the upstairs was revived again. Although the patrolmen couldn't shoot accurately, because the crossfire still looked very powerful, and the patrolmen in the barricades desperately used their shots to vent the fear they had just accumulated, they were able to rain bullets for a while, causing a lot of damage to the thugs crowded on the avenue.

Most of the experience of thug fighting is gained in very low-intensity conflicts, so it's okay to get into a good fight or find a bunker to hide behind and fire two shots, but suddenly you are frightened by this kind of heavy casualties. The thugs in front screamed and hugged back, and the thugs in the back seemed to have lost the courage they had just now and began to hesitate. Feeling the change in the mob, I hurriedly shouted upstairs with a loudspeaker: "Send a signal!" Signal now! ”

Ben poked his head out of the stairs and replied, "Got it!" "Then I saw the flashlight flickering on the rooftop. But it seems that the signal is superfluous, because in the middle of my eyes there is already a dense burst of gunfire and screams in Spanish. Ben poked his head out from the roof again and shouted, "Big-eyed brother, they're attacking!" ”

His shouts were immediately drowned out by the sound of shotguns roaring again. The reloaded patrolmen put their shotguns on the barricades and fired wildly at the mob, just in time to cover the reloading of the patrols on both sides of the stairs who had run out of bullets.

The advantages of the shotgun against the cluster target were clearly revealed at this time, because the patrol members who were nervous and excited and had no sense of aiming still had to get every shot as long as they fired the bullet flat. The constant screams made it impossible for the thugs to hold on any longer, and the thugs who were using the broken cars as cover were also frightened and turned around and ran away. Their attack was repulsed by us.

Someone cheered, and everyone cheered, and in order to encourage everyone, I shouted, "Well done! You're all good! ”

But then something happened that I didn't want to see. I don't know who took the lead in jumping out of the barricade and chasing after the rioters, and immediately one, two, and more people rushed out.

I hurriedly shouted, "Everyone, stay here!" Don't move! Don't even move! "Marley also helped me pull back the people who were about to jump off the barricades, which prevented more people from catching up. But seven or eight people had already rushed up, and I hurriedly jumped out of the barricade to catch up.

By the light of the fire, I saw that the man who was rushing to the front was about to catch up with a thug who was limping behind, and fired four or five shots at the thug, but he did not hit the thug. The thug had a trapped beast expression, bared a mouthful of white teeth, turned around and raised his gun, a shotgun!

The thugs suffered just now by the powerful shotguns at close range, but now we are about to suffer from the shotgun fire, and the patrols who are chasing after them are still running straight without realizing it, as long as the gun goes off, it will be a heavy death.

I tried to shoot the thug with one shot, but the patrol in front of me blocked my shot. I had to get down on one leg and prepare to meet the oncoming projectile, but fortunately at this time, the figures of the two patrolmen staggered, revealing a crack just to expose the thug, and I was busy raising my gun to shoot it, and it was all up to luck to hit or not.

My gun just went off, and so did my shotgun. But fortunately, the patrolmen were still running forward, and it seemed that the mob had not hit them. I quickly jumped up and chased after him in a roundabout way, shouting while shooting at the thugs who threatened us: "Stop chasing! Shoot them with a gun! ”

But no one listened to me, and probably they don't listen to anything now. I ran a few steps and grabbed the patrol leader by the neck and shouted to him, "Stop! Do you want to go hand-to-hand combat? Stop shooting them with guns! ”

While he was struggling, a patrolman behind me suddenly let out an oops, screamed, and fell to the ground. It took the casualties to calm their heads, and I kicked them in the back of the car and hid their bodies and fired their guns at the retreating thugs. The patrolman who was shot was also dragged behind the wheel of the car, but luckily his bullet didn't penetrate his bulletproof vest.

At this time, the gunfire on both sides of the avenue was getting closer and closer to the avenue, and the shouts of "lay down your arms" kept ringing out, and it seemed that the big eyes had already surrounded some of the rioters. After a few minutes, the gunfire had subsided, and many of the thugs could be seen raising their hands in the faint light of the fire.

I said to the people around me, "Okay, don't shoot casually. We used to put away the rotten boys' weapons so we could hold out longer. ”

This time they all nodded, and I led them over to see Big Eye, who was forming a circle and pointing guns at dozens of thugs with raised hands. Seeing me coming, Big Eyes pointed at the patrol behind me with his chin and said, "You came just in time, let them help collect the prisoners' weapons, and I can let Harumaki set up a cordon." ”

I arranged for the patrol to surround the captives, let the captives come out of the circle one by one, search them, make sure they had no hidden weapons, and gather the ammunition together. I grabbed the first captive who had been searched and asked, "Who summoned you to attack here?" ”

The curly-haired young man, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, panicked and said, "I don't know. I heard that they were going to go to the Chinese area to rob me. ”

I grabbed the second one and asked, "Why are you attacking here?" ”

The man in his thirties with an uncomfortable expression on his face that was about to commit a drug addiction said: "The guy who sold me drugs told us that it was rich and that there was no militia, so we came here to rob it." ”

The fourth person gave me the answer I wanted: "It seems to be the men gathered by Batista." It is said that his men went out to look for water and were wounded several by the Chinese. Batista inquired that the Chinese were here. ”

Fack! It turned out to be a matter of water. It seems that this Batista will be done in the future.

The mob had run back to where they had started, and their noise could be heard from here. But our work to check the captives took more than twenty minutes, and they did not make any moves.

Bill came running with more than 20 men and told me that all the weapons and ammunition of the thugs who had been killed and wounded in front of the barricade had been collected, and I asked him to take the prisoners to the barricade. Bill was puzzled and asked, "What are you doing when you take it back?" We don't have extra food and water to feed the dross. ”

I pointed to the dead and wounded and said, "If the rotten boy attacks again, there will still be dead and wounded, do you want these dead bodies and injured people to be here all the time?" These are rotten people, let them take it themselves. ”