A deafening loud bang.

A blinding fireball.

Suddenly appearing in this confined space, it really has a devastating momentum. If you were an ordinary person, even if you were not scared to death, you would have pierced your eardrum by the ultrasound waves that repeatedly bounced between the walls. I knew very well that it was powerful, and I fell to the ground on my side in a position that ordinary people couldn't imagine, opened my mouth widely, and let the sound in my ears come out of my mouth, and at the same time, pulled Uncle Dao's body across my body. The fireball, whistling, slammed into Uncle Dao's chest, as if it had been glued, and firmly adhered to it. I've seen the Black Bear Monster's gun shoot something like this in Goldtown, which not only causes the target to burn, but also blows it to pieces. This is a detonating bomb, this thought flashed through my mind, shouted that it was not good, and threw the paralyzed Uncle Dao away from his head with a hard effort on his waist. Sure enough, the fireball exploded in the air, blowing up Uncle Dao's flesh and blood, and he really went to hell without even wailing.

I didn't know how many explosive bombs were still aimed at me in the darkness, so I hurriedly pressed my legs against the ground and pierced into the dark corner outside the light. As soon as I stood up with bated breath, a detonating bomb exploded overhead, shining red and shining a clear light on me. Forty meters away, I saw one or twenty black shadows crawling, and the short spears in their hands were reflecting a little cold star.

Bang - bang - bang -

Twenty short guns with curved handles fired almost simultaneously, and the bullets grew larger and larger as they came closer to me, until they turned into a ball of fire, illuminating me all around. I had to fall to the ground again and put my face against the cold cement on the ground. The fireballs whirled over my head and slammed into the wall behind me. It was as if the wall had been doused with gasoline. It burned unkemptly, with a loud bang. I fired two shots at the shadows, and I heard the sound of metal coming from near the ground in front of me. Originally. The twenty men had already made preparations and wore steel helmets. I thought to myself that if I continued to fight like this, I would not be able to survive, so I quickly turned around and crawled deeper into the tunnel. When I was in special training, the first thing I did was to escape. Therefore, the speed of the low prostrate is like a mouse avoiding a cat, and it disappears in a flash.

I fell to the ground and jumped over a bend. Jump up and hurry forward, for it is dark in the cave, and nothing is visible. Fear of hitting your head on the wall. But he was afraid of exposing himself and didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, so although this step was big, the pace was really not fast. I hurried for a while, and suddenly I realized that there was something wrong with this way, not the direction of the hall. Unexpectedly, in a panic, he went to the subway station. The heart said, the lights outside the subway station are like day, and they are delicate. If you run into a short-shot killer there, you won't be able to escape. But. I also knew that the dozens of shadow killers must be chasing after me, and I would never return, so I had to try to keep my composure and walk forward, comforting myself to find another way when I got to the subway station.

I walked for a while, I listened closely, and sure enough, I heard the sound of crackling footsteps in the cave behind me. The voice was as uniform as an army, indicating that the dozens of men were well-trained and were hurrying after them. I was horrified in my heart, and hurriedly walked forward again. After walking another 1200 meters, I suddenly heard another bang in front of me, and several fireballs were whistling towards me, apparently someone was shooting at me. I was shocked, why is there a gangster killer ambush in the hole in front of me? Hurriedly leaned against the wall to dodge, touching a rusty iron door in his hand, remembering that Yan Yan had opened the iron door in this generation and rescued me from the police's gun, so he tried to find the handle of the iron door, and pulled it hard, but I didn't expect the sky to be endless, and the iron door creaked open.

I took the opportunity to open the iron door and block it.

Several fireballs flew into the iron gate, and immediately burst open after the boring sound, and the flames enveloped the entire iron gate.

I took advantage of the firelight, leaned out of the door, and saw that it was also an abandoned tunnel, with no railroad tracks and no lights, and remembered that this was the place where Yanyan scolded the police bastard that day, and I couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in my heart, blaming myself for not recognizing him that day, and teaching him countless inhuman suffering. Just when I felt guilty, the iron door was already burning hot, and my face was painful. I hurriedly threw away the iron gate and jumped into the tunnel outside the door, because the dozens of killers were inside the door, they couldn't see me, and there was no shooting angle, so I turned on the flashlight and ran forward along the cave, running one or two hundred steps, and saw a three-way intersection in front of me, and remembered that the one on the right was the first subway station leading to the north bank, maybe there was a group of policemen who didn't know the truth were ordered to guard there, and they couldn't rush there, so I looked at the tunnel on the left and ran. After running for three or four hundred steps, there was another fork in front of him, and the light was like day, far wider than his hole. I listened carefully and there was no one behind me, and I realized that I was already at the foot of the riverbed, and that I was still seven or eight hundred paces from the south bank, so I hurried forward. After walking for more than 100 steps, I saw a huge door hanging from a huge iron chain on the dome, which was all made of steel, and was one meter thick, and I didn't know what it was used for. When I passed through the gate, I heard the rumbling of the iron chains, and when I looked back, the iron gate fell down with a bang, smashing the rails in two, and immediately divided the tunnel into two sections, so tightly that not even a fly could fly over.

I was shocked, I didn't know the reason, but I heard a gurgling sound in front of me, and then there was a boom, and an iron door fell. The tunnel I was in was immediately cut off from the rest of the tunnels and became a sealed cabin. Just as I was inexplicably panicked, more than a dozen fire doors on the dome walls on both sides creaked open, and dozens of black-clothed people, armed with short guns, jumped out of them, and shot at me with their guns, and fireballs flew in front of me like meteors dragging the tail of flames. I hurriedly ducked under the pavement beside me.

The fireball slammed against the iron door behind me, exploding, boring, boring, ringing. I pulled out two balls of paper from my coat pocket and stuffed them into my ear, and I raised my gun to shoot back, and the men in black who were walking in front fell down one by one, letting out a cry of pain. When the other men in black saw this, they immediately dodged under the roadbed on the right side of the tunnel, avoiding the angle of my shot. One of them shouted, "Quick, find cover, move forward, he doesn't have many bullets." I was very familiar with the voice, and when I looked over, I saw that there was a medium-sized person in the group of black-clothed people wearing a police uniform, which was none other than Yin Wenbin, a bandit policeman who had colluded with Guo Zhenchao's wolf bèi.

The group of men in black pressed their bodies against the dome. Fish forward.

It turned out that Guo Zhenchao and Yin Wenbin were afraid of using the power of the police station and were restrained. Unable to get rid of me, they joined forces with the gangsters to hire killers to block me in the tunnel at the bottom of the river, killing people and killing people, so that they could teach them their ulterior deeds and never see the light of day.

When I saw Yin Wenbin, I remembered that my tragic experience was all done by him and Guo Zhenchao. He couldn't help but raise his finger angrily, glared angrily, and jumped out of his hiding place. Several shots were fired at him. That Yin Wenbin walked in front of everyone, unexpectedly, he was shot three times in a row, and the first shot hit his helmet. The second shot hit him in the left shoulder. The third shot hit him in the left arm, but he was killed. Yin Wenbin hurriedly crouched on the railroad tracks. When I appeared, I was even in distress, several explosive bombs grazed my scalp, and if I hadn't flashed quickly, I was afraid that my skull would have been removed, and even so, the whirring flames had scorched a lot of my hair. I was so shocked that I reached out and wiped it on the top of my head. He wiped off a lot of scorched curls, and made his hands black.

The five or six black-clad killers in the front row opened fire in unison. Balls of fire weaved into a wall of fire and rushed towards me, and the huge heat energy almost ignited the air in front of me, rolling up a wave of heat and squeezing it towards me. I felt that my breathing was a little difficult, the pores of my body were closed tightly, only my eyes, ears, nose and mouth were wide open, as if I was about to spew out green smoke, and I hurriedly retreated, and before I could retreat to ten steps, my back had already hit the iron door weighing more than 10,000 catties. But the wall of fire was still closing in on me, and the flames were about to lick my forehead. I hurriedly threw my pistol at one of the fireballs. The pistol weighed several times more than the fireball, and I threw it with such force that it struck it and immediately fell off the rails. The wall of fire, which had been impermeable, thus revealed a gap of elbows square, and I leaped through it. My body was still in the air, that is, I heard the heavy iron gate behind me ringing non-stop, until the whole tunnel shook the ground and the dust fell, so that the scene in front of me also became chaotic and blurry, but I heard the shout of the bandit policeman Yin Wenbin on the opposite side sounded again:

"If it works, it will work, and attack him with a wall of fire!"

As soon as the voice fell, the footsteps of the dozens of killers sounded, and they were vaguely seen lined up in echelons, lying in the front row, squatting in the middle row, and standing in the back row. As soon as Yin Wenbin gave the order, the dozens of guns fired together, weaving a thicker wall of fire and flying towards me. I picked up my pistol and tried to repeat my old trick, but the dozens of guns fired again in unison, and two walls of fire rushed at one after the other. The distance between the two walls of fire was only two or three meters, and if I shot down one of the fireballs in the first wall with my pistol and flew through the hole, before my feet could hit the ground, the second wall of fire would have hit me, and I would have died. In the midst of the crisis, I fired several shots at the fireballs in the wall of fire, and even punched a hole in both walls. So, without thinking, I took three steps back, kicked the iron door, and drilled head-on towards the two fire holes, the first fire hole easily skimmed, and the spark was not next to me, but when I was about to adjust my posture in the air and drill through the second fire hole, I found that my body had fallen, and I was crashing into the fireball under the fire hole, and in a panic, I pulled the trigger on the fireball, but the trigger clicked twice, and not a single bullet flew out of the chamber. It turned out that the ten rounds in the magazine had long been exhausted. Hurriedly threw the pistol at the fireball blocking him. The pistol collided with the fireball, and with a thud, it crashed to the ground, and the hole doubled in size, and I rolled out of the hole with my limbs in front of my chest, and escaped with my life.

The dozens of killers were stunned when they saw me leaping out of three walls of fire in a row, as fast as lightning, and their expressions were completely fearless.

I crouched in the middle of the railroad tracks, re-grasping the pistol in my hand, my mind spinning as I thought about my escape. I saw that there was an iron gate hidden a dozen paces ahead, and if I ran there, I could escape to the emergency fire escape parallel to this tunnel. However, as soon as I stood up, the killers would all shoot at me, and only by crawling forward would I have a chance to get closer. I looked sideways at the shadow under the pavement, and said to myself that I could crawl forward with this shadow, and without thinking too much, I rolled my body, hid in the shadow, supported my body on my elbows and knees, and crawled to the iron door in front of me, but I did not dare to be idle, and took out a bullet from my bosom and pressed it into the magazine, and then reinserted the magazine into the handle of the gun, and pushed the chamber of the gun.

Because of the dust in the tunnel and the poor visibility, the dozens of killers suddenly saw that I had disappeared without a trace, and they couldn't help but feel strange. You look forward to it, and your face shows surprise.

Seeing that I was about to climb under the iron gate, how did I know that Yin Wenbin suddenly snatched a crank short gun from a man in black beside him. Two explosive bombs were fired into the shadows under the pavement embankment. The two bullets didn't hit me, but exploded a few meters in front of me, illuminating the shadows under the pavement as bright as day, and I could no longer hide from them.

The dozens of black-clothed gunmen were quite jealous when they saw my accurate marksmanship, and when they saw me suddenly appear a hundred or twenty paces away, they all exclaimed in surprise. Hurriedly turned the muzzle of the gun and fired at me, and in a hurry, the timing of the trigger came first. As a result, the wall of fire did not take shape, and it reappeared as a ball of fire. I hurriedly stretched out my foot and kicked on the embankment, until I rolled out of the shadows, hiding behind a fire hydrant on the other side of the tracks. But. Half as close as the dozens. They saw this behavior so clearly that as soon as my body stopped, a ball of fire whistled again, and in the blink of an eye, the fire hydrant was hit several times, the water port was blown open, and two streams of water arrows shot out, extinguishing most of the flames on the rails.

Then Yin Wenbin saw that I couldn't hurt the explosive bomb. He ordered the dozens of gunmen to march forward in unison, ready to charge and hit me at a loss. But. After all, the dozens of gunmen only came for profit, and they didn't want to give their lives here, you look at me, I look at you, and hesitated. When Yin Wenbin saw it, he shouted loudly and rushed towards me first. The dozens of gunmen saw him marching forward and had to move forward with him.

I raised my gun to shoot the last few people, and the remaining gunmen hurriedly crouched beside the railroad tracks, no matter how Yin Wenbin shouted, he refused to show his head and hand, as if his bullet had eyes.

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, Yin Wenbin put the pistol into his waist, took a short gun in one hand, and took turns shooting with both hands, and strode towards me. I was pressed by his fire behind the fire hydrant, I couldn't raise my head, I couldn't aim, I just estimated his direction and fired indiscriminately, but the bullet obviously didn't hit Yin Wenbin, I only heard his footsteps getting closer and closer, and even the sound of bullet casings jumping out of the chamber of the gun could be heard clearly.

I still held my mind and waited for a chance to escape, just firing a shot or two from time to time with my pistol in the direction of Yin Wenbin.

Dozens of gunmen behind Yin Wenbin, seeing that Yin Wenbin boldly moved forward and was intact, boldly pushed forward again, and while pushing and loading together, they shot at the fire hydrant. The water sprayed out by the fire hydrant was very powerful, and in an instant the ground beside me was flooded one or twenty centimeters deep, and those explosive bombs drilled into the water beside me, flashing red light, and after a few seconds, there was a loud bang, and the water splashed all over my body, and more than a dozen lights above my head also burst with a bang because of the water, causing the light in the hole to dim a lot, and the red light of the explosive bombs became a little brighter.

Seeing the dozens of people dripping with water, making a noise, getting closer and closer, I couldn't help but feel impatient, and poked out half of my head to look, just in time to see several walls of fire pressing down on my head one after another. Although there was a one-meter-high fire hydrant in front of me, the hydrant was only twenty or thirty centimeters in diameter, and it could not protect my entire body at all. I wanted to use my gun to punch the wall of fire into a gap, but the wall of fire could not penetrate all of them. Besides, the wall of fire was too close to my hiding place, only a distance of one or twenty paces, and there was no time to avoid it.

I said in my heart, 'It's over, I'm afraid I'm going to die here today.' After firing a few shots forward, he simply rolled over and lay down in knee-high water, waiting for death to come.

However, suddenly I heard a whining sound coming from the vent on the top of the cave, and the iron door of the cave wall couldn't stop squirming, and I heard something falling into the water again and again, and the dozens of crying fathers and mothers were rampage and jumping in the water. I listened to the sound of the whining sound quite familiar, as if from the gourd, my heart could not help but be surprised, opened my eyes to see a five or six-year-old child sitting in the vent of the top of the cave, with a golden gourd in his mouth to play non-stop, the melody is exactly the "Dance of the Golden Snake" that I am most familiar with, the child has a high nose and big eyes, a round face and a square mouth, and two handfuls of mud on the pink cheeks, it is my lost beloved Yanyan, I can't help shouting:

"Yanyan, danger!"

The boy ignored it, closed his eyes and shook his head and played the music.

I rolled over and got up, and saw that the dozen or so walls of fire had disappeared at some point. Countless snakes bounced in the water, on walls, and on people. The dozens of black-clothed killers abandoned their helmets and short guns in the water, scattered and fled, and those who were bitten were even more jumping around, crying and howling. (To be continued......)