"Damn it!"

He was about to rush to the distress station west of the town, but gunshots rang out again due south. The five of them immediately stopped moving forward and began to hesitate in the face of the rain.

"Sam, divide the troops. The woman hesitated for a moment and reminded: "There may be more than one enemy, and they have been chased for so long, even the king of soldiers is almost exhausted, and it will not pose a threat to us at all!"

"You!" Sam, the emaciated man, frowned, but suddenly remembered the defeat report received by Silver Spring: "No, the information on the report is very clear, this is a person, or a completely multiple. ”

Then, turning his head to look at his female companion, he continued: "Although those five wastes were defeated, this information is still reliable!"

"Then what do you say?" the woman immediately pursed her lips when she heard this: "Don't you care about the other directions?"

"No matter. Sam immediately gritted his teeth and nodded, "Leave them alone, just grab one and take them hostage." And then, huh!"

The eyes of the four companions immediately lit up, and Sam also took out his pistol at the same time and played with a gun, and Hua snorted coldly: "As for the report that the bullets are useless, it must be the excuse of those few wastes! Let's go, it's time to let the little mouse know what marksmanship is!"

After saying that, he immediately took the lead and continued to run westward, ignoring that the gunfire in front had stopped, while the gunfire in the south was getting denser and denser.

A mercenary group of two or three hundred people, led by three squads of security teams, kept searching the slums south of the city.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Open the door, open the door!" Seven or eight mercenaries armed with knives knocked on the door of a dilapidated house, but the civilians inside heard the gunshots, where did they have the courage to come out and open the door?

Seeing this, the mercenary immediately spat and waved his hand viciously while ordering: "Hit the door!"

As soon as the words fell, the companions around him immediately put away their knives, shouted in unison, and slammed into the wooden door with their shoulders.

Is there any solid wood in the slums? It only took two or three strokes to detain the wooden door. The group immediately entered the courtyard and scattered, and the locusts searched as if they had crossed the border.

At the end, a supervising security team entered the door leisurely, and couldn't help frowning when he saw this situation. After scolding "dogs can't change their", he stopped loudly: "Don't deliberately sabotage, otherwise give me a trip back to the security team first!"

"Yes, sir. When the mercenary heard this, the movements in his hands suddenly stopped, and he immediately laughed and replied: "Put it all down, put it down! Can you hide people in your kettle? Are you an idiot? Put it down!"

At this moment, an exclamation came from not far away: "There! There! A figure has entered the abandoned warehouse, chase after it!"

When all the mercenaries heard this, they immediately stopped their movements and looked at the security officer, who directly took out their pistols and shouted loudly: "What are you doing in a daze?"

After saying that, he immediately took the lead and ran in the direction where the voice sounded.

The axe at the door of the house fell from the pyre to the ground, making the four people trembling in the room, and the man covered the child's mouth and glanced at his wife, gritting his teeth and scolding in a low voice: "Bandits! This is a group of bandits!"

"Where?

"In the abandoned warehouse! Hurry up!" nearly 100 people screamed and rushed towards the dilapidated warehouse in front of them, which was about ten meters high and covered an area of thousands of square meters.

Among them were seven or eight security guards, although there was obvious disgust on their faces, but so many people rushed in to arrest people, and the other party didn't have to be afraid even if he had a gun!

Smash the door, smash the door, take a detour to find the other entrances and scatter. The vigilantes were vigilant with guns, and saw a large stone half-buried on each side of the gate, and although they felt a little strange, they did not say anything.

It's just a grinding stone, even if you add a few lumps of waste paper in the corner of the door, can you still pop up a ghost?

When the gate was knocked down by more than two dozen people, the others immediately rushed in with cheers.

The security team immediately turned on the light in their hands, and eight scattered pillars of light immediately appeared in the warehouse, constantly scanning the surrounding scene, while others searched around along the light.

Suddenly, one of the vigilantes inadvertently raised his lamp and looked overhead, and found that the top was evenly hung with cloth bags at intervals. A closer look at it turned out to be all flour cloth bags, which made the security officer exclaim: "Look at the top of your head!"

"Flour hanging on the roof?" When the others heard this, they immediately raised their heads and looked up, and a mercenary couldn't help but wonder: "Hey, what kind of smell, so familiar?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a short figure flash next to the door where everyone entered. He was pulling a rope in his hand, and he didn't know where the other end was connected.

While everyone looked at the gap on the roof and strode out suddenly, the right hand holding the rope also pulled hard at the same time!

It was as if something had been broken in an instant, and then without stopping, he turned around and quickly walked away from the warehouse.

In the next moment, I saw a series of "Bang la! Bang la!" on the top of the warehouse, and the sound of the bag being cut. Thirty or forty bags of flour were scattered, and flour dust filled the entire warehouse in an instant.

At this time, at the moment when everyone was panicking, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Oil! It's the smell of tung oil!"

Before he could say the word "Run!" he saw a wooden barrel fall to the ground and fall to pieces under the dilapidated veranda at the top of the doorway.

The next moment, while everyone was startled, two flints fell at the same time as the oil barrel, and they happened to collide with the stones on both sides of the doorway.

The gravitational acceleration at a height of ten meters caused a large number of sparks to be sparked by the flint in an instant, and the sparks immediately ignited the waste paper soaked in tung oil.

Ma Shuo, who was already a hundred meters away and was standing next to a garbage can, looked back at the warehouse and heard a loud "boom!"

Feeling the ground shake violently, Ma Shuo just sneered and wiped the rain on his face, turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

Dry and delicate flour will burn violently in an instant as long as it floats in the air and encounters any open flame.

In the relatively closed environment of the warehouse, because the flame is not effectively released, it will directly cause a bang!

100 meters of rope, two flints, a barrel of tung oil, and less than six tons of flour are worth less than half a gold coin. With Ma Shuo fully prepared in advance, he directly killed two or three hundred mercenaries.

Hmph! Burning flies or something is the most fun!

As for the eight hapless vigilantes, they can only be blamed for being unlucky enough!

Sam and the five had just arrived at the southernmost side of Golden Banner Town, and were meeting with the mercenaries and security teams here, when a violent explosion came from the south instantly, and everyone turned pale in fright.

Sam, who gave the wrong order, exclaimed in an instant: "It's broken! Go to the south! Ask for backup! The security team will send someone to treat the injured civilians!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately gritted his teeth and took the lead to the south, and kept muttering: "This is a madman! This is a madman!"