Wang Mao held a single-tube troll, glanced at everyone, squinted and scolded: "People, Lao Tzu must be taken away today!" Whoever moves again will fall! ”

Xiangzi, who wrapped the watermelon knife in his hand several times with gauze, sneered: "I don't think you understand what kind of place this is, you pretend to be MB with a broken troll!" ”

Xiangzi carried a watermelon knife and slashed it in the direction of Wang Mao.

Seeing Xiangzi coming, Wang Mao's eyes were calm and he directly pulled the trigger.

"Kang!" A gunshot completely broke the silence of the night, and it was also destined to be unusual tonight.

Just when the scattered bullet fanned out towards Xiangzi, Ah Qiu, who had been beaten to the ground before, suddenly jumped up and blocked Xiangzi's body, and hundreds of steel balls entered the body in an instant.

Ah Qiu, who used his body to take advantage of this troll for Xiangzi, bleed from the corner of his mouth.

One hit missed, and Wang Mao did not have any psychological fluctuations. In his opinion, the gun has already gone off, and it makes no difference whether the gun is fired or all the shots are fired, the important thing is that what needs to be done must be done.

Shoko knew at a glance that he was the leader, and he was indeed full of horsepower. With such a leader in the group, just relying on the seven or eight people under his command and a group of 100-meter kings who saw that the situation was not good, it was indeed incomplete. If you don't take Xiangzi down, your own side will not have an advantage, and you won't be able to suppress the people on the other side at all, and you will have to be left here if you can't keep it.

"A group of cigarette dealers still step on the horse and really regard themselves as characters, when Lao Tzu was running in the north of the city, you were still sitting in the classroom, and the goose goose song to the sky!" Wang Mao, who moved, didn't see the slightest panic, and aimed at Xiangzi again with a gun and shouted: "It's said that you stubble is hard, I want to see if your stubble can be harder than my trolls!" ”

Immediately, he was about to pull the trigger again, only to see a middle-aged fat man who was panting and panting ran out of the supermarket, standing at the gate and raising the "old guy" in his hand directly to the sky.

"Dadada!"

The son of the yellow skull. Play. Shells are scattered all over the ground, and this middle-aged fat man is naturally the boss of the cigarette trafficking gang Cao Jin. In front of him, the single-tube troll in Wang Mao's hand was completely his younger brother.

In the apocalyptic environment, if you are in a no-man's land, you don't want to say that it is a whole thing. Chong, it's not unusual for you to embrace RPGs.

However, the Seven Cities, as the "double million" giant city in South China, after the construction of a high wall of separation in the last days, the guns . The control of the branch is stricter than before the end of the world.

That's why the whole city was beaten hard after the battle was fought by Huale in the west of the city, and even Zhang Feng, the leader of Li Xiao's subordinates, couldn't avoid the end of being imprisoned.

It is precisely because of the crackdown in the whole city that there is no trace of what is hidden in the city or what is wanted to be sent in outside the city. For Cao Jin to be able to take out such a handful, and to set fire on the street was definitely beyond Wang Mao's expectations.

After all, a troll, even if it is cracked down, as long as it doesn't kill anyone, there is absolutely room for operation. But micro. The nature of the rush is completely different, so that such a thing will be 100% scared. Fear. The label of the part, eating guns is also the only ending.

Dare to pick up the single-barreled troll and pull the trigger, then Wang Mao's courage is beyond doubt. But it was a micro. Rushing to the player Cao Jin, he must be dumbfounded.

"The first shot shows respect, and the second shot takes your dog's life!"

Cao Jin, who was born in the military, does not like to say a long list of cruel words before the fight like other people who run on other roads. The language is concise and direct, and the voice falls, and the gunshots ring.

"Dadada!"

**Press on the right shoulder, and sweep directly with the left hand. Shooting, Cao Jin, who was holding a gun in both hands, did not tremble at all, and Wang Mao, who was hit, held his head and ran away. Two people who didn't know whether they were helping the fist or Wang Mao's misfortune were swept away, and they fell directly to the ground, coughing up blood, and they were dying.

How else to say that "the more rivers and lakes come, the less courage they have", like Wang Mao, a big brother in the rivers and lakes who has not broken for many years from the bottom, has his own set of exclusive escape skills. Only then can they survive tenaciously like grass in the cracks of the stone before they have gone through the wind and frost and have not seen the warm sun.

At the moment when Cao Jin pointed the muzzle of the gun at him Wang Mao, his first reaction was to abandon the gun and squat, bow his head and run violently.

The old-school big brother does have the ability, Cao Jin was originally running for him, and the two of them were no more than ten meters away from each other, so he hid for a while.

Afterwards, they laughed at him, saying that he was born in the Huotou Army. Shooting is not his strong point, if he wants to use the gun underneath, then Wang Mao will not be able to run.

This matter is the biggest stain on Brother Jin since his debut, but Brother Jin never refutes it. Every time he said the end, he could always hold back a sentence: That grandson is a real cow. Forced, just this kung fu of running away, I really have no way.

Having said that, Wang Mao lowered his head and ran sharply with a clear goal.

When he got out of the car with a single-tube troll before, he deliberately didn't close the door, to be precise, he didn't even put out the fire. This can also be regarded as a question of the old oil's experience.

He was ready for the gun from the moment he got out of the car, and he was also prepared for the future runaway. In the last days, most of the wasted people on the road are based on the idea of living one day at a time. Those who have a little bit of brains may still think about where to go tomorrow to eat a whole bite and deal with it for another day.

But after Wang Mao has already fired his gun, the preparations that should be done have been arranged, this is the gap between the younger brother and the eldest brother.

Wang Mao, who stepped into the driver's seat, lowered his head under the steering wheel as much as possible. I didn't even look at the road, and the gear brake stepped on the accelerator and went straight forward. This car has reached the double-digit crown, and Wang Mao stepped on the unique pushback feeling of Bugatti's 8.0-liter W16-cylinder 4 turbocharge.

The crown is like a low-altitude painted airplane. shot at the start, and when the front and rear windows and windshields were all shattered by Cao Jin, Wang Mao fled a little embarrassed.

As for the hardcore doglegs under his hands, the younger brother is a calf. I can't save my life, isn't it all? At the moment of life and death, how can there be time to care about the life and death of others, Wang Mao did not feel guilty in his heart and drove towards the most marginal countryside in the northern suburbs of the city, which had not long been incorporated into the Seven Cities.

In the face of **, he was really scared, and he regretted a little why he didn't listen to the words of the henchman before. In the final analysis, it is my so-called experience that hurts me, and I take it for granted too much, if I am more stable, it will obviously be better to directly pounce on people secretly.

No matter how bad it is, it is better than fighting in the streets, and neither side can escape the punishment of the law.

Before this, he was still patting his chest and saying loudly that the leading brother who spent 200,000 yuan on things had run away, and the little brother who was left to help the boxer and Wang Maoyan was completely confused. Several cigarette traffickers who had not been cut down by luck were surrounded in the middle, waiting for the man who was holding a micro. The last drop of the middle-aged fat man who rushed to "play cotton".