The tragic situation of their companions frightened the remaining thugs and made them face the enemy in front of them with caution.

The thought of running away came to their minds, but they were immediately dispelled by the huge prize money of $2,000!

They remember how chic they were when they first got their deposits!

As long as they slaughter this bastard in front of them, they will be able to be chic for a long time!

Greed seems to give them more strength and courage.

A thug with two nose rings grabbed his baseball bat and threw it at Tommy's head.

The others followed, trying to smash the bastard to death.

Two gunshots rang out, and the two thugs closest to Tommy fell to the ground with their bodies in their bodies, and the remaining two threw down their sticks and ran away.

Tommy was shot one by one, killing them all.

It's not a pity how many times this bastard who does whatever he wants on Freedom Day dies, and letting them go will only make them hurt more innocent people.

He piled the bodies of the thugs in the corner of the wall so as not to interfere with his own driving.

Twenty meters away from him, Mountbatten dragged an exhausted Chris for a jog.

The wounded who had been with them had already fled, except for a few who had actually volunteered to stay behind to stop the enemy.

They understand that as long as Chris's is left, there will be no pursuers.

Mountbatten knew, Chris knew, but none of them stopped it.

The wounded had already fought desperately to cover them, and there was no reason for him to ask them to do more.

Mountbatten glanced at the location on his phone, and was less than 200 meters away from the next contact point.

He mustered up the last of his strength and dragged Chris who was about to become a dead dog and ran over.

Chris's heart is broken, tonight is another shootout, and it is a pursuit, in the United States, a country ruled by law, when is politician also a high-risk profession?

The two ran around the corner of the street and watched as a delivery van with its lights on, as if waiting for something.

Without much thought, Mountbatten dragged Chris into the car, and the bullets in the back were about to bite his ass, and he didn't have time to verify whether the other party was the one who answered.

Tommy made sure that there was indeed Chris among the people who had just gotten into the car.

Just as he was about to drive back to the church, Simon's group finally caught up with them.

Heavy gunfire rang out, but Tommy had already driven the truck a few dozen meters away, and it was too late to chase after him.

"Mission failed?" The vice-captain asked the captain if there was any way to redeem the other party.

But they all received text messages on their phones at the same time, with only a simple line of words: Loser, run!

Apparently employers have lost faith in them, and they have become clear targets.

On the other side of New York City, chatter drove the car, ready to take Mushroom Head and other wounded to the hospital.

Only the hospitals in Manhattan, New York, are still open.

Although he had to go through layers of cross-examination and scrutiny, he believed that with his employer's background, getting there would not be a big problem.

Just as he was about to get onto the viaduct, a small car came in front of him.

Just as he was about to honk his horn to warn the other party to get out of the way, the car suddenly accelerated and crashed into it.

After the initial dizziness subsided, the chatter, mushroom head, and several wounded people in the back compartment all vigilantly picked up their guns.

The other party came to the door so fearlessly, I'm afraid things won't be good.

The chatter tries to start the car, ready to knock the other person out of the way.

A tall, thin man with medium and long hair gets out of the car.

Aiming at the window glass and shooting, the glass was shattered, and a ** was thrown along the window.

If you hide in the car, you will nag and the mushroom head will push the car door and roll out of it.

But the rest of the people in the carriage were not so lucky, except for the lucky man who was sitting in the back door and managed to escape, everyone else was blown to pieces by the fragments.

The head of the mushroom was alert with a gun to the possibility of an enemy, but the other appeared behind him like a ghost, covering his mouth with one hand and grazing his throat with a dagger in the other.

He collapsed weakly, a bloody cough in his mouth.

He tried desperately to scream, but air was pouring in through his severed throat, leaving him with only a few meaningless clicks. It was only then that he realized that this was a punishment illusion, and there was only the most painful way to die here!

He could only cover the wound desperately to prevent the air inside from escaping, but more blood flowed down the wound into his lungs, adding to his pain! The instinct to survive seems to have turned into torture!

He picks up the dropped pistol and kills the man or himself!

But the other party intimately kicked the pistol away, so that he could only struggle in semi-suffocation!

He heard a strange sound from the other side and wanted to go around the front of the car to find out.

As soon as I turned the front of the car, I saw a tall and thin *** there, while his teammate fell to the ground, holding his throat with his hands and struggling.

He was about to shoot in anger, but the man on the other side moved faster, snatching the pistol from the chatter's hand and stabbing him in the heart with a dagger.

He didn't have time to make any other moves, so he could only hold his left hand in the heart position.

The dagger pierced his palm, and it was still stabbing into his heart inch by inch.

He used his remaining right hand to hold the other man's dagger hand, trying to push him away.

But the sheer strength of the other party made his resistance useless.

The man seemed to be a walking devil, greedily watching every inch of fear on his face!

The dagger advanced slowly but firmly, piercing into the skin, severing the pectoral muscles, severing the ribs, and stopping a little in front of the heart.

It feels like every heartbeat hits the tip of the knife!

Every heartbeat is the most brutal torture! It's only a dozen seconds, but it seems like a century for chatter!

After another five or six seconds, the man seemed to be tired of this, and with a slight force on his hand, there was a soft pop, which was the sound of a dagger piercing the heart.

The tall and thin man threw the chatter on the ground like garbage, even though the other person was not dead yet.

The remaining wounded man was already frightened and ran wildly into the distance.

A crisp gunshot rang out, and Madison put down his gun, revealing a headshot corpse in the distance.

Let me see how many guys are left that haven't been cleaned up.

Madison, or Li Meng, clicked on the panel, which displayed the location and information of other people. To the others, he was just a few dots in the air.

The panel shows that there are 6 delinquent teenagers plus Monro, a total of 7 people!

Now there are two people's avatars that have turned gray and white, and there are 5 people left who need to be solved by themselves!

Don't rush, take your time, the night is still very long today!

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