After advancing less than three hundred meters to the next junction, the sound of gunfire and shouting was clearly audible. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info gestured to me and I ran quickly across the street, crouched down and looked out from behind the bushes.

The avenue of the barley field has lost its former peacefulness and is being shrouded in thick black smoke. From me, I could only see a few houses on fire, and nothing else, because the wide street was completely blocked by dozens of cars of various kinds. But there were only a few pickup trucks and a few bandits on the pickup truck, and it looked like they were guarding something, and everyone else probably ran out into the neighborhood to rob them.

Big Eyes said, "You are left, I am right, let's touch them from both sides and kill these people first." Then we rushed in and kicked everyone out. ”

I nodded, then ran back across the street and told them, "Follow me to kill the people left in the car first, and then hit them inside." ”

Seeing everyone nodding, I called Marjola, pointed to a detached house next to it, and said, "You go up to the roof and use a rifle to suppress it." Let Vyshinski and Bancho protect you. ”

Marjora nodded, and I jumped into the yard to help me run a few steps, kicked the corner of the wall, and put my hand on the edge of the house and climbed onto the roof of the garage by inertia. From here, you can see several people in the car barricade, all of them stretching their necks and eagerly looking in the direction of the barley fields, sometimes holding wine bottles and cheering a few times, not expecting anyone to attack them from behind. In the past, corpses began to appear at car barricades, and many black and white people in the distance were moving in and out of various buildings, some committing violence in the streets. But everywhere you can see, there are people in the buildings who are resisting.

Malacho jumped into the yard with Vyshinski and Bancho and climbed up on Vyshinsky's shoulder, I pulled him up and he stretched out his rifle and made an "OK" gesture to me. I jumped off the roof and ran to the side of the road and waved to Big Eye, who immediately waved backwards and then took the lead with a gun in his hand and rushed to the car barricade. I rushed across the street with my spring rolls and fast legs.

As Big-Eyed approached the barricade, a hairy Latina turned to us and exclaimed, in Spanish.

Before he could raise his gun, the wide-eyed AK74 had already fired, and the 5.56mm bullet directly ruffled the man's chest, and then flew out of his back with broken bones and broken flesh. When I saw that the big eyes had fired, I immediately preempted and blew out two heads in my field of vision.

The gunfire made the bandits spot us, and it was impossible to see from where the stray gunfire was ringing out. I rushed to a Honda, crouched down and glanced under the car, saw a leg between the two cars, and quickly leaned over and shot that leg. The powerful force of the 7.62mm bullet fired at close range almost completely severed the calf, and a black man immediately fell to the ground. I fired another shot and it killed him.

After such a delay, Chunjuan had already rushed in front of me, and the pistol kept firing, and in less than a minute he shouted: "Change the magazine!" ”

I rushed in front of him and shot a man poking his head out of the back of the car. As soon as I turned the car, three people suddenly appeared from the back of the car, and the one closest to me had already opened fire, and the bullet grazed my steel helmet and flew past. I reflexively pulled the trigger, and the bullets all hit the person who fired the shot. The bullet pierced him and struck the men behind him, clanging the cars behind them, and the three of them shuddered like an electric shock before falling to the ground. On the ground next to them lay a female corpse that had been **. I couldn't help but kick the nearest corpse before leaning over the engine of a GM and holding the gun on the hood.

It was probably because there were too many gunshots on the barley field, and a few men and women standing in the street cheering on the rioters only noticed it. A woman screamed and waved her pistol and fired two shots in this direction, but God knows where the bullets went. The others also noticed that we were shouting, and they were shouting, "There are police!" ”

From the way they dressed, it was clear that these people were basically slum gangsters. Although guns are as necessary as drugs, they do not have the money to buy bullets to practice targeting. As long as they have money, their first thought is to buy drugs, so they have no money left over for other things. Therefore, unless they have been soldiers, it is entirely a matter of character for them to be able to hit a target at a distance of 10 meters with a pistol, even if they can hit a target at a distance of 50 meters with a spear.

So at a distance of twenty or thirty meters, these men and women could not threaten us at all, but the corpses at their feet once again aroused my anger, and I did not shoot first to warn or even intend to spare their lives, as the police did. With just a few bursts of fire, Big Eye and I knocked them down, then turned our fire on the thugs farther away.

I, Big Eye, Majora and Johnson had knocked down a mob or two dozen in the blink of an eye, and the thugs panicked, some fled far away, some ran into the house and hid and fired back. There was also a black man with a big waist and a round waist jumping out and shooting at us with an M4 in a shoulder-to-shoulder shooting position that was rare for thugs, and three bullets whizzed over my head, and I quickly hid behind the tires and heard the hood rattle from the bullets that followed. But when I looked up again, the black man had just been hit by a bullet. It must have been Qiao Shan's single-headed bullet fired with a shotgun, because the guy who was a hundred kilograms flew backwards, and the minced flesh flew out very high, and only the sub-head bullet fired by a large-caliber rifle had such a great power.

I saw that the rioters were running in all directions, so I quickly ran out of the back of the car and rushed to a residential building in front of me. The door had been broken, and I kicked it open and crashed in and rushed up to the second floor. The horrific scene inside the building made my blood surge, but I didn't have time to comfort the wandering victims, so I smashed a window.

From here, you can see the situation diagonally opposite. A few thugs hid in corners, doorways or simply ran to the opposite shop, making it difficult to shoot them from the street. But I can see them clearly.

The thugs have lost their hearts, and I don't know who dares to defend them, so I will have no scruples and can only beat them to death. I sneered and turned the AKM into a single-shot state, first aiming at a thug hiding in the store with only his arm exposed and shooting blindly with a pistol, and breaking his arm with a gun. The other thug next to him who was looking out with his head stuck out was just startled, and before he could make any other moves, I shot him over.

Another thug turned in panic to find a place to hide, but he certainly didn't move faster than a bullet. I shot him in the back and saw through the glass that he had fallen onto a table.

Then I turned my gun on the thugs hiding in the doorways and behind the corners. By this time they had already spotted me and quickly turned their guns and shot at me. I was hiding in the window, and the most I could see from downstairs was the muzzle of the gun, and the thugs were all exposed to my gun. After I knocked out two men, the others ran out of their hiding places and ran quickly into the block. The big eye battle group had already rushed after their butts, knocking down the thugs who were lagging behind.

Seeing that one accomplice after another was knocked to the ground, those thugs completely lost their arrogance just now, and they didn't even dare to turn around and shoot, they just ran away, shouting indiscriminately: "Run!" The police are killing! Help me! Run! ”

The mournful shouts alarmed more thugs, who ran out of all directions and gathered to run away from us.

I took cover for Big Eyes to push under the shop diagonally across from me, then rushed out into the street with Spring Roll and Fast Legs, who were covering me at the door, and occupied a house in front of them under the cover of Big Eyes. After about fifty meters of this alternate cover, the mob on the street had been swept away, but there were still sporadic thugs escaping from the houses.

This is when the real trouble is, these thugs generally only grab money and small valuables, as long as they are empty-handed we can't tell whether they are robbers or the residents here, although most of the residents here are yellow, and now the streets are basically black and Latino, and occasionally a few Saxons, but we can't tell that these are thugs. We had to shoot them in the head and drive them away. Of course, whenever we saw someone with a gun and dared to turn back, we lowered the muzzle of the gun and beckoned to us, and used their screams to warn the other thugs not to try to challenge our patience.

The advantage of American fast food culture is that it tells the common people to be in awe of violence, and the big fist is the uncle. These thugs at the bottom of society have been educated in authentic American fast food culture since childhood, and they have become terrified of violence and the police, the embodiment of violence that has always been violent. They can choose to use violence without hesitation when they are weaker, but their instincts allow them to flee in the first place when they encounter forces that are more violent than them.

As a result, the shouts of "the police have killed someone" came and went, and the gunshots everywhere immediately became much more dispersed. But at once there was a concentration of gunfire in front of us on the right. I pointed in that direction with big eyes, and the two of us immediately walked around a small square and felt in the direction of the gunshots.