Ma Ju took Zhang Ming's last gun from Ding Tian's hand, wiped it with his sleeve, and all kinds of memories of the past still appeared in his mind, but unfortunately, people can't come back to life, "Can your current body work?" Ma Ju looked at Yang Junsheng and didn't know whether to hand over the pistol to him, "Yes, no, it will definitely work!" Yang Junsheng gave a definite answer.

"Good! Avenge him! Ma Ju stuffed the pistol heavily into Yang Junsheng's hands, these hands are not white and pink, full of calluses, dark in color, the result of holding the handle of the gun for many years, the pistol is not as easy as before, heavy, still heavy, this is the weight of life.

Yang Junsheng observed the Type 92 police pistol in his hand, the brain quickly analyzed the hardware conditions, 9mm general police caliber, the principle of short recoil firing of the barrel, the shooting accuracy decreased due to the tube effect, the barrel rotation locking mechanism, the recoil force is small, the accuracy has increased, the gunpowder gas burst is less, it is not easy to explode, the double-row magazine has a large capacity, and it is easy to jam.

The firing pin is soft, easy to break, and the overall service life is short, but it is indeed enough for the police system that cannot be used once a year, and the hand shape is also more suitable for yellow people.

There are many advantages, there are more disadvantages, the overall performance is larger than the GLOCK series, and only third-tier small cities like Huailan City are still equipped, and the public security system in important areas has already been fully replaced with the GLOCK series, "Forget it, I can't complain, make do with it!" "In the hands of a retired special forces, any weapon can turn decay into magic, and it must be.

In terms of environment, the light conditions are poor, the wind is small, the deviation rate is low, the effective range of the pistol is 100 meters, the penetration is high, and the residual strength is a little insufficient no matter how far away, the suspect is about 150 meters away from the police car, "No!" The distance is not enough, Ding Tian, drive 80 meters forward! After speaking, Yang Junsheng lay back on the hood, hooked the edge of the cover with his right hand to stabilize his figure.

Grip the pistol tightly, Ding Tian got into the car, kicked the clutch to the end, hung the second gear, lightly stepped on the accelerator, and arrived at the destination when the other police officers suppressed the shooting for the third time, Yang Junsheng got up quickly, so far, most of the police officers have carried out 6 suppressive shots, each time consuming one round, a total of 6 rounds of ammunition, arbitrary shooting, most of them fired four shots in a row, with a total consumption of about 38 rounds.

Two people at the horse bureau did not shoot a shot, the number of ammunition consumed was 0, the magazine carried about 14 rounds, including the total number of bullets of the four unconscious people, there were 16 rounds of ammunition left per capita, excluding the empty bullets, the large number that could be effectively suppressed was about 11 rounds, press the insurance, the magazine fell off, a glance swept over, 8 remaining bullets, no accident, Yang Junsheng had 8 shooting opportunities.

But for a creature like Wang Anming, who has a perverted dodge amplitude, how many hits can be hit is not a fixed number, and there is no way to predict, he can only do what he can, because he can only sit half-on the hood, and the uncoordinated body shape will inevitably cause his shooting accuracy to decline.

"All officers, suppress the shot, fire at the first level, shoot three times in a row!" Yang Junsheng's order was loud and clear, he didn't ask anything, everyone obeyed orders, and Wang Anming's dodge was also at the limit, "Bo Bo." "The sound of two bullets entering the flesh sounded, one hitting the center of the chest, but it was stuck in the sternum.

The bullet is embedded in the sternum, and there is also the reason that it is too far away, and most of the police officers are in the limit of the shooting radius of the Type 92 police pistol for their own safety, and the power is reduced significantly.

At the same second that Wang Anming was shot, Yang Junsheng captured Wang Anming's body leaning back due to the impact force, losing his balance, unable to move his body at will, he pulled the trigger, the firing pin hit the primer, the bullet was out of the chamber, the presence of rifling made the warhead accelerate and rotate, the flame exploded, the yellow and clear object broke the air, and the "boom" sounded.

The muscles of Wang Anming's whole body were exerting force, and the voice in his head told him, "You're going to die!" You're going to die! The feeling of extreme fear lingered in his heart, which could not be dissipated, and the fear gripped his heart, and he squeezed it hard, his heart fluttered violently, and his adrenaline hormones increased sharply at the moment before the bullet was discharged, and his eyes stared at the flying bullet.

The flow of time seems to slow down, and the trajectory of the bullet movement is clearly presented in front of you, like PPT playing, frame by frame, at this moment, here, if there is a zoologist here, carefully studying Wang Anming's pupils, you will find that his eyes have become the same as a frog, with dynamic vision.

Creatures will release their greatest potential in the face of death, Wang Anming's ability to observe objects has surpassed that of humans, time has not slowed down a minute or a second, but his eyesight has evolved, he splits the picture, playback, dynamic analysis, the head is slightly offset, the bullet that originally hit the door of the brain, penetrated the position where the eyebrow bone is located, and finally lost kinetic energy, and fell to the ground.

Yang Junsheng and all the police officers have entered an extreme state of confusion, the bullet that must be hit, and the shot that must be killed have been dodged by Wang Anming, no matter how the hell you look at it, you are not human, okay!! The thought popped up in everyone's minds at the same time, and the murderous intent suddenly brewed, forming a storm that threatened its own existence, and the creature that threatened its existence must be destroyed.

This is the most direct choice made by the brain, to eliminate potential enemies, the nerves are beating wildly, Wang Anming dodged the bullet, rushed forward, he grabbed a handful of iron skewers for barbecue skewers, closed his five fingers, grabbed three, swinged his wrists, and his arms exerted force, "whoosh", the two police officers screamed more than once, the iron skewers passed horizontally through the palm of their right hand, making them unable to hold a gun, and the remaining one was inserted in the thigh of an unlucky ghost, piercing the artery, and the blood was soaring.

"Whoosh" is a few iron sticks, and Yang Junsheng said, "What the hell, what monster?" Struggled to tumble off the hood, and after four or five seconds, eight or nine iron sticks pierced the hood, turning Yang Junsheng's previous position into a hedgehog.

Yang Junsheng struggled to prop up his upper body, leaned on the front anti-collision steel beam of the police car, breathed heavily, oxygen entered his lungs, the white T-shirt in front of him was slowly stained red by blood, and his broken ribs pierced the musculature of his abdomen, "This is really playing myself to death!" But he doesn't regret it, the days of stimulation are long gone with retirement.

In this case, it is worth it, in the distance, the horse bureau is anxious, the lethality of this monster is too strong, throw an iron stick in his hand, and the penetration power is as good as an arrow, "What the hell, the armed police are dead?" Ambulances! Hurry up and send an ambulance to Lao Tzu, and wait to collect the corpses of Lao Tzu when it's late! ”

The horse bureau held the walkie-talkie and roared constantly, as the director, he can't charge into battle, he must command in the center, at this moment he can't wait to be an ordinary police officer, "Brothers, let's rush up, entangle this bastard's action, and let the brother who just shot the thief kill him!" I'll count to five, and if you volunteer, follow me! ”

Li Mingli's shouting really aroused the blood of the men, "I'm a policeman!" I'm not on anyone's top! "Damn, today is death, and Lao Tzu will let you shed your skin." A group of police officers, with their enthusiasm, used their youthful and beautiful lives to rush forward, rushing to death without hesitation, to win a glimmer of life for others.

The iron stick in Wang Anming's hand had already been thrown, he didn't kill Yang Junsheng, which made him very angry, and the next moment he found that eight or nine people were charging towards him, he couldn't figure out why human beings, creatures who seek advantages and avoid harm, can overcome the fear of death and move towards inevitable death.

Human beings are indeed as unbearable as he thinks, but for the sake of their own beliefs and dreams, under inevitable circumstances, such a thing will happen, "You all give me the hell back!" Disobedience is illegal! Ma Jun couldn't sit still any longer, and he ran in the direction of the police, and he couldn't watch them die.

Although it is unknown how much he will survive in the end, Yang Junsheng's eyes are rolling with tears, and he feels that he is back in the army, where there are also a group of good brothers and comrades-in-arms, who are willing to exchange their lives for the survival of others, entrusting their backs to others, and he raised his right arm.

At three o'clock and one line, the blood was flowing, the amount of bleeding was about to approach the life-threatening range, his consciousness began to dissipate, he was about to fall into a coma, Yang Junsheng knew that he had to end all this, "I! I must! He bit his tongue, and the sharp pain woke him up, and more than ten seconds had passed before he could wake up.

The police officers hugged Wang Anming one by one, one grabbed his left arm, pulled it back, five of them grabbed their legs on the ground, lying on the ground, one person flew in the air, he was the one who grabbed his right arm, but he was thrown away by the huge force, "Go die!" Scoundrel! Yang Junsheng pulled the trigger twice in a row, and the two bullets were connected first, in pairs, flying quickly.

Huge fear once again wrapped Wang Anming's consciousness, in his mind, there was no reason, only instinct, the creature exploded like a bomb of fear of the coming danger, Wang Anming struggled desperately, trying to shake off all the police, the police stuck to his body like kraft candy, Wang Anming couldn't move.

"Oh, goodbye!" The child's voice disappeared, and Wang Anming returned to the park, "Knock, knock, knock." The dusk bell rang, "Tick, tick." The sound of the clock was ringing, he was sitting on a park bench, his eyes were empty, on the edge of the fountain, a woman looked at him, full of affection, a smile, gentle and kind, Wang Anming, disappeared silently, as if he had never appeared in the park.

An elegant man in a black trench coat stood in the grass, looking at Wang Anming's disappearing bench, with regret on his face.

A splash of blood, sprinkled on the cement floor, blood red and white, Wang Anming's body fell to the ground, next to his head is his godless handwriting, his expression is smiling, there is a kind of life is short, finally liberated happiness, this sad man, finally unloaded the heavy burden of life.

Ma Ju walked over, helped up the police officers who fell to the ground, fortunately everyone was not seriously injured, and gently closed his eyes for Wang Anming, the deceased's face looked calm and serene, and the place where his face was directed was his own handwriting.

"Eileen ❤."