The Philippine troops, who had been forced to retreat by the demonstrators, were about to retreat into the police compound, and the members standing in the back row were already crowded with the police in Puerto Princesa. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Affected by the continuous retreat of the troops, the police who maintain law and order have also continued to retreat, and some have retreated to the inside of the police station.

"Damn these wastes, they shouldn't be allowed to help, the more they help, the more they help!" Police Chief Rochelle looked at the panicked army in front of the building, and cursed fiercely, these soldiers are not as good as their own subordinates, and it is really a lot of trouble to call them here.

Especially after the gunfire just now, Rochelle's heart that he had just put down was entangled again, as an old policeman, he also immediately judged the source of the gunshot, so he scolded, and several police officers around looked at him in surprise, and Rochelle has worked with him for more than ten years, and the first time he heard him burst into foul language, obviously he was on the verge of anger at this moment.

"Any idea what's going on?" After scolding the useless Philippine troops, Rochelle looked at his assistants, who had their plainclothes in the crowd of demonstrators, acting as their eyeliners, and these demonstrators would notify the police of anything they wanted to do, so in Puerto Princesa, there has never been a problem with demonstrations large and small, except for this time.

"Ma Jialong is dead!" The assistant whispered five words in his ear.

"What? Damn, those damn guys, did they get their heads squeezed through the crack in the door? They should all be court-martialed and tell everyone to get ready to fight! Damn it! After Rochelle heard the five words Ma Jialong's death, he immediately jumped up like a hedgehog with a fried hair, if it weren't for the fact that this assistant had been working hard by his side for ten years and had never made jokes, and today was not April Fool's Day, he really couldn't believe it was true.

"Chairman, is it necessary?"

"What do you think? Don't underestimate Ma Jialong's position in the Workers' Party, do you think that a person who can become the chairman of the top five parties in the Philippines at the age of 28 and one party for decades has no influence in the Workers' Party? If we can't give these people a satisfactory explanation today, I think Puerto Princesa will be messed up today! We want to nip danger in the bud! ”

As if to confirm Rochelle's words, as soon as he finished speaking, a dense burst of gunfire came from downstairs.

A minute ago.

The crowd of demonstrators approached the Philippine army not far away step by step, shouting neat slogans in their mouths, especially some Ma Jialong diehard personnel who were at the forefront of the ranks, their expressions were very hideous, and while shouting slogans, their mouths were very wide open, as if they were about to swallow the Philippine soldiers in front of them at any time.

Alba was an orphan, when he was eight years old, he was adopted as a adopted son by Ma Jialong, who was 30 years old and had no children, Ma Jialong can be said to regard him as his own, Alba did not live up to Ma Jialong's expectations of him, and obtained a master's degree in management at the age of 20, and returned to the Philippines to work for Ma Jialong as his personal assistant.

Alba, who is nearly 190 years old, is considered tall among the Filipinos, and when he saw his stepfather killed by a bullet from the direction of the troops, he fell into a rage, his eyes were red, like a demon from hell, his eyes flashed blood-red, and his forehead was full of bruises, looking like a demon who wanted to crawl out of hell and wanted to drag his enemies into hell.

Alba was the first to charge the Philippine forces in a defensive phalanx, and he was also the fastest to walk, and his roar and anger took the lead, and the entire crowd of demonstrators pushed the Philippine troops back.

But Alba was not satisfied, and still roared loudly to vent his anger, and he wanted to tear apart the man who killed his father with his own hands.

190's Alba is like a humanoid monster, particularly prominent in the crowd, when he roared loudly at a Filipino soldier who was close at hand again, the soldier who had been stunned slipped his hand, and the weapon fell to the ground, generally speaking, the soldier's weapon will have a weapon belt, even if the hand slips, it will not let the weapon fall, but the soldier did not hang the weapon around his neck, but directly held it in his hand.

The moment the weapon fell to the ground, the soldier was also stunned, not knowing what to do at all, at this time, the angry Alba saw the weapon in the soldier's hand fall to the ground, and immediately showed a hideous smile, and the sandbag's big fist beckoned to the soldier's head.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Alba's fist hit the soldier's head hard, even with the protection of the helmet, the soldier still felt as if he had been hit by a car, and the whole person felt that there were small stars on his head, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Ahh Alba, who hit the ・・・・・・" blow, let out a cry of victory like a beast, and with his hideous face, all the Filipino soldiers around him were terrified.

"Brother! What's wrong with you, brother, you demon, you give me death! Give back my brother's life!" A soldier suddenly squeezed out from behind the army, and when he saw the Filipino soldier lying on the ground, he immediately screamed angrily.

The soldier who was hit by Alba was actually not much of a problem, but he was hit hard in the head and passed out, and he did not hit the vital position, so he was not life-threatening, but when he hit the ground with his head in the end, he slammed into the gun that fell to the ground, and blood immediately gushed out of his fragile nose.

He lay motionless on the ground, bleeding from the ground, looking like he had been hit in the head, and when his brother squeezed out of the crowd and found that his brother had been killed by the demon, he immediately lost his mind.

"Da, da・・・・・" A series of gunshots rang out, and the soldier who had lost his mind pulled the trigger, the one-meter-nine Alba was the best target, the distance between the two people was less than five meters, and there was no need to aim at all, just pull the trigger, and the bullet would hit the target.

Alba, who was still roaring, didn't notice the angry little man in front of him, hammering his chest with one hand, celebrating his victory like in the movie.

The sudden gunfire rang out again, but this time it was more dense, Alba only felt that his **** was very painful, as if he had been hit by a train, and it was one after another, and then he lost consciousness, and before closing his eyes, he saw a small man in a military uniform frantically pulling the trigger on himself.

(To be continued.) )