After the short emergency situation ended, the first thing Zhang Dixian noticed when he got up again was the seriously injured members of the third brother's family all over the ground.

A considerable part of them are the strong men of the third brother's family.

Because they were far stronger than ordinary soldiers, they still didn't die of serious injuries for a while, but if they continued like this, it was estimated that they wouldn't last long.

At this point, they can only collapse on the ground with powerlessness, waiting for death to come.

For Zhang Dixian, this is simply a more or less energy point waiting for him to harvest.

In the previous time, this goods were exchanged for steel trains, rat tanks, and a large number of light and heavy weapons.

I really feel a feeling that I spend energy points like flowing water.

Therefore, in order to replenish a little bit of energy, Zhang Dixian's bearded black face had a cold expression, and under the gaze of everyone, he suddenly raised his right foot wearing shiny riding boots.

At the head of the third brother's strong man who was still wailing at his feet, he stomped on it with all his strength.

Then, after a muffled sound of '呯~', the scene like stepping on a watermelon happened in front of everyone, and in the splash of colorful slurry, Zhang Dixian was like a brutal demon god......

All of the above is nonsense.

Zhang Dixian was just in his own mind, and his brain made up such a picture, and he immediately made himself a little disgusted.

That's right, he's really lacking in energy points right now.

Mainly because the more than 1,000 or more indigenous villagers in the ruins are waiting for him to feed him three times a day, which makes him feel the pressure on his shoulders, which is as huge as a mountain.

However, this is not a reason for him to do such an inhumane thing as killing prisoners.

What's more, when he Zhang Dixian worked alone before, he never shot at innocent civilians.

Now the team he brought out would not do such a thing as killing the seriously wounded; to paraphrase the second point in the middle of the sentence, he led the king's division.

Therefore, a string of commands came out of the mouth of Zhang Dixian, who had just gotten up:

"Fifth platoon commander, the people with you will immediately rescue the wounded, bandage their fatal wounds quickly, and follow them with the corpses of their comrades when they are done, remember! If you fall behind, you will not be able to go back. ”

"Go to a few people to see the rat tank, can it still move? If it can't be opened, don't want it, if it can, ask them to follow, Lao Tzu is still counting on them to block reinforcements." “

"The rest of the people come with me, and you also remember to Lao Tzu that whether your wives and children can eat enough in the future depends on how many things you can grab. ”

Zhang Dixian's words fell, and the eyes of the indigenous warriors immediately turned red.

According to Zhang Dixian, the boss, he said: What, the boss's family has no surplus food; even if he has worked hard to squeeze himself dry, he can't get enough food for more than 1,000 people to eat and drink.

In order to earn a way for everyone to live, then they can only borrow some from the third brother's family in the outside world.

"Grab money, grab food, grab gold!" such a loud slogan full of tragedy spread far and wide in the dilapidated slums.

Then, with Zhang Dixian taking the lead, more than 100 pairs of military boots trampled heavily on the ground, causing this large criminal gang to rush towards the neighborhood several miles away.

In the location of that block, there is not only the bank that Zhang Dixian took care of last time.

In addition, Zhang Wei saw that there were many high-rise buildings around, and he thought that there should be a lot of places with oil and water.

At this time, it was actually less than ten minutes before the initial start of the battle, not only had the support troops of the third brother's family not yet arrived, but even the many melon-eating people who had watched the excitement before had not successfully evacuated far.

Therefore, when they found out that they were quickly approaching the indigenous warriors behind them, the melon-eating crowd was simply desperate.

However, the troops led by Zhang Dixian didn't even look at them at all, but directly squeezed into a passage in the crowd.

Towards the familiar five-story building, quickly approaching.

That's not right! During this period, Zhang Dixian suddenly took out the shell gun on his waist, pointed in the direction of the right, and raised his hand to pull the gun out.

In the midst of many terrible screams, the crowd that had gathered there suddenly dodged away.

revealed the figure of the middle-aged third brother who was originally in the position, and after being shot in the head, he was already dead on the spot.

This figure was wearing the characteristic wide robe of the third brother's family, and held a revolver with a large nose in his hand, but it seemed that he would never have a chance to fire successfully......

Behind the fast-moving ranks of the indigenous warriors was a large group of reporters with microphones and cameras.

The leader is the bold hairy girl Natasha, the hairy girl of the fighting nation, who is completely out of the way for her big news.

She took off her beautiful heels, took her photographer with her, and desperately followed.

Then, as if infected, from the many corners of the encirclement, many of her peers ran out and joined the madness.

The main thing is that they can't resist the temptation just thinking about it:

This is a large-scale robbery, and if you miss it, you won't be able to encounter such a news scene for the rest of your life.

After the explosion, the bank that was patronized by Zhang Dixian once, reinstalled the anti-theft door that had not been more than a month old, and was kicked out of the distance again.

And the fat security guard lying behind the door wisely raised his hands with his companions.

"A long line. Zhang Dixian did not rush in directly, but shouted loudly in his mouth.

After hearing this, the stout platoon leader waved his arm vigorously, and the soldiers under his squad rushed in with several bundles of explosives.

It's just a bank, and a squad of fighters is enough to move all the most valuable things.

As for the things that can't be moved, then throw them on the street in public, so that the bitter fellows of the third brother's family can also make a little money together.

Then, the team led by Zhang Dixian continued to move forward, and such a small bank could no longer satisfy his appetite for such a big movement this time

It's just that he soon found out that there was a bit of a problem with nowhere to start.

He really doesn't know where there are so many high-rise buildings where there are rich and unkind local tyrants who can let him rob the rich and help the poor.

In addition, his time is already quite tight, and he needs to lead people to set up a sniper position as soon as possible, otherwise who knows when the support troops of the third brother's family will come back.

At this moment, a large number of screams came from a distance.

Zhang Dixian turned around and looked, only to see a familiar motorcycle, hunched on a fellow whose face was covered, and forcibly squeezed out of the crowd.

The magical music of the C mile is clearly audible even in the screams of the blockbuster.

Whatever you want, now there is finally a leading party that is familiar with the local situation.

"Fellow, take my men to places where they can find gold and banknotes, and get half of what you get. At the visitor, Zhang Dixian roared.

Lahel Shama didn't speak, but the left hand that was OK was already shaking like a chicken paw with intense excitement......

Subsequently, a new order was issued by Zhang Dixian:

"Xiao An, take the first and second rows with this guy, and the rest of the people will follow me and get ready to fight!"

Suddenly, the crowd in tweed coats split in two, and after a short time, at least ten anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns were hidden above the many high-rise buildings on the outskirts of the block.

Even, on the roofs of the two fairly solid buildings in the core area, the Katyusha of the water is lined up.

On the ground, a rat-like tank emitting heavy smoke finally drove to the intersection of the street after a long and arduous trek.

The barrel, which had been fortunate not to be bent in the repeated impacts, pointed in the direction where the enemy might appear.