Blood poured out of the watchman's bloody legs, flowing freely on the ground. Fear spread like a contagion to all the people in the vicinity. They screamed hysterically, like frightened sheep, pushing each other and fleeing away from Ahmed.

A watchman hiding in the chaos of the crowd looked at Ahmed with horror on his face. He didn't know how that immortal old man got in touch with Ouroboros, a group of extreme madmen. He only knew that if he let Gu Ming leave with a swagger like this, his life would come to an end.

Yi Ming paid his subordinates very well, and even divided the women in the dungeon for them to enjoy, but he was also more cruel to the losers.

Thinking of Yi Mingduan's methods of punishing losers, he shivered directly.

He hurriedly used the radio communication device hidden around his neck to contact the sheriff of the pit market precinct and asked them to rush to reinforcements and drag Ahmad to him. He squeezed towards the direction of Gu Ming's escape without a trace.

The magistrates of the precincts, armed only with small arms, would never be Ahmed's opponents. But it will also take time for Ahmed to kill them.

With this time difference, he will be able to catch up with them.

The subordinates who were sent by Yi Mingduan to spy on Gu Ming were all shrewd and capable characters. Even when Ahmed was killing his companions and causing chaos, he still calmly noted the direction of his escape.

Just as he turned to shrink himself deeper into the crowd, trying to get out of Ahmed's sight, the crowd around him suddenly let out a scream of higher decibels. The chaos is like boiling water.

This made the watcher chuckle in his heart, and he pushed his way through the crowd. Punching and kicking, trying to squeeze a route out of the way.

He didn't see it. The crowd behind them quickly parted, and as if in the Red Sea, a path appeared in the middle.

Ahmed walked up behind the watcher and, like a chicken, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

"You rat is hiding very deeply."

A cold voice rang in his ears.

The watcher's legs went limp, and he forced himself to pull out a Type 27 submachine gun inserted in the armpit of his shoulder. This submachine gun produced by Southern Heavy Industries fires 5.8×21mm small-caliber subsonic rounds, which are lackluster in addition to high accuracy and fast rate of fire.

But the watchman was clearly willing to shell out money to spend on the food guy. He paid a lot of money to add electromagnetic rails to this submachine gun. With the Electromagnetic Rail acceleration mode enabled, this short and powerful submachine gun is enough to threaten some of the fourth-level characters.

How could Ahmed give him the opportunity to shoot, he pinched his wrist and broke his wrist like an iron tong with a little force.

The monitor let out a sharp howl, his face flushed from the pain, his palm hung down from his wrist, and the submachine gun in his hand also fell.

Ahmet caught the submachine gun and examined it. It was found that the high-energy battery was still full.

The electromagnetic guide rail on this submachine gun is not as powerful as the silver star that Shen Luoyan stole from home, with ten gears. It has only two gears, and the low gear accelerates to 200 rounds at full charge. It is a full-power medium-caliber rifle bullet that can make the bullet have a kinetic energy of more than 7.62mm, and it accelerates 25 rounds with full power in the high-end position, and the power is close to 12.7×99mm large-caliber ammunition.

There was a whistle, and a van painted with security paint drove up.

The sheriffs in the vans were heavily armed. Dressed in heavy body armor with a combat helmet. The eyes under the hood were full of fear. Even the combat uniform on his body was wet with cold sweat. They had seen Ahmed's murder from the surveillance equipment set up in the pit market.

All the sheriffs in New Linfen know how crazy Ouroboros can be. The sheriff who hanged himself at home because all his family members had been killed. Just because he publicly stated that he would crack down on Ouroboros' organized crime.

From that day on, all sheriffs were like dogs with broken bones when faced with a case involving an Ouroboros.

But this time the request for help came directly from the governor's special line, so they had to dare to come.

The sheriff in the car had his hands trembling slightly, almost out of control, and he was hesitating whether to slow down and let his companions out of the car, or to get closer.

Just then, a large black shadow flew in from a distance and hit the van head-on. With a loud bang, the black shadow slammed a large hole in the glass, and a bloodstained head came through the hole, and the whole person was planted on the windshield like a plant.

Dense white cracks covered the entire windshield, giving the sheriff in the driver's seat no vision.

"Attack! Raid! ”

He shouted in some panic. He had recognized who was sticking his head in. Just a month ago, this man had been calling them around as slaves. Now, his flesh was blurred, and a large cut had been cut in the glass on the door of his head. A pair of godless eyes stared at him

He definitely didn't stick his head in himself.

The sheriff lost his judgment and slammed his foot on the accelerator, trying to make a sharp turn and drive away.

There was a screeching sound of tires rubbing and the smell of burnt rubber could be smelled even inside the car. But the car just swooped completely, and it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

The civilians outside looked at Ahmed standing in front of the car with terrified eyes, and he just supported the front of the car with one hand, and then forced the entire van to the spot with brute force.

The van was like a bull, the engine roaring angrily, but helpless.

With his other hand, he raised his submachine gun and fired at the van.

The sound of the van being torn apart by bullets, the sound of gunfire, the sound of bullets tearing through the air, the sound of bullets bounceing inside the car and the screams of fear of the sheriffs mingled together, and the chaos was chaotic.

With a gloomy face, Ahmed pulled out a magazine from the pocket of the corpse stuck in the windshield, replaced the empty one, and continued to tilt the bullets towards the van.

He didn't open the electromagnetic rails at all, and the extremely powerful 5.8×21mm small-caliber subsonic projectile could not hurt the sheriffs wearing body armor after penetrating the body. But they were already frightened and didn't notice it at all.

Sweeping another magazine, Ahmed grabbed the door of the car, which had been swept into honeycomb coal, and ripped it off.

"Get out of the car, ladies."

The sheriffs sitting in the car trembled like quails and looked at Ahmet with horror.

"Surrender! We surrender! ”

They threw their rifles out of the window, raised their hands, and climbed out of the car. Naturally, he knelt on the ground with his head in his hands.

Ahmed's eyes were a little complicated, looking at the sheriffs who had easily surrendered to the enemy. In the future, when the real Ouroboros enter New Linfen, they will surrender to them in this way.

"Look, these are the sheriffs who protect you, and now they're kneeling before me like dogs. That's why we Ouroboros can run amok, haha, because our opponents are a pack of dogs. ”

Ahmed shouted.

The civilians no longer fled like wolves, but stood together, looking at the kneeling sheriffs with complicated eyes. They were almost unscathed, except for one whose arm was pierced by a stray bullet.

Ahmed kicked them out one by one with his feet and threw them to the ground.

"Now, if you beg me for mercy and admit that you are a dog, I will spare your life."

A cruel smile erupted into his face.

"Don't say it!"

"Can't tell!"

"Go up and fight him!"

The onlookers were furious and shouted in unison to the sheriffs.

"I'm a dog"

In the midst of this noise, one of the sheriffs winced and glanced at the submachine gun in Ahmed's hand, gritted his teeth and admitted that he was a dog, and soon, two, three, all admitted that he was a dog. After being sheriffs for so many years, they are very aware of current affairs, and they know that their lives and money are the most important things.

"Coward!"

"Why don't you just die!"

The onlookers were furious.

"Da Da Da!"

Ahmed raised his submachine gun and fired it at the top of the crowd, the whistling bullets causing them to fall to the ground in horror and the curses disappeared in vain.

"If you dare to stand in front of me and reprimand them, I will still admire your courage and dare to hide in the crowd, then forget it."

Ahmed laughed and pointed to the crowd.

"They're dogs, so you're just pigs, huddle in the shadow of the Ouroboros, untouchables."

At this moment, a sheriff who had been lying on the ground and was silent suddenly burst out. He rolled on the ground, stood up, rushed to the pile of rifles that had been thrown out, picked one up, and pointed it at Ahmed.

"You're a dog, die, Ouroboros!"

He shouted angrily at Ahmet. But before he could pull the trigger, a sharp pain came from his abdomen, as if he had been hit by a hammer. His body arched like a shrimp, and he felt like his bowels were broken. The rifle in his hand fell to the ground, and he was very uncomfortable and retching, vomiting all his morning breakfast.

Ahmet withdrew the foot that had kicked him in the stomach and stomped on the sheriff's head, crushing his face into the dust on the ground.

"Finally there is a person who dares to resist, and it's good, I, Ahmed, just like those who have bones."

He looked at the sheriff, crouched down, put his mouth to the sheriff's ear, and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Remember today, remember the humiliating feeling now, don't forget, remember to take revenge on me."

Ahmed said, taking out a cloak out of nowhere, wrapping it around his body, and with a burst of light and shadow, he disappeared directly into the air. (To be continued.) )