Bai Ze was splashed with blood on his face, holding a pistol with an inch head, and staggered to his feet like a drunk.

Bai Ze lifted his mind, which was a little anesthetized by alcohol, and looked up at the surroundings with a little confusion. As soon as he turned his head, he was facing the murderous eyes of the tattooed man and a pitch-black muzzle aimed at his chest!

People say that time will feel slower between life and death, but Bai Ze's alcohol-paralyzed head did not feel the passage of time at all, but was just a conditioned reflex, holding the gun snatched from the inch head in his left hand and aiming at the tattooed man.

Although the pain made the tattooed man sweat profusely, his right hand holding the gun was extremely calm, and his eyes were calm as he watched Bai Ze's dying struggle, and the muzzle of the gun steadily burst out flames towards Bai Ze's chest.

"Bang!"

Compared to the previous two gunshots, this time the sound is a little clearer. However, the power is even more than that, and the crisp sound of "dang" is mixed with the sound of gunshots. Bai Ze's chest was soaked with blood, as if he had been punched, and he took two steps back and fell to the ground.

A hint of relief flashed in the tattooed man's eyes, but the pain in his shoulder blades came again. Unlike the direct fracture of the young arm, the pain of this kind of bone shattering inside is even more unbearable. Because of the vibration of the recoil, the tattooed man screamed in pain, sweated profusely, put down the pistol, took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the boss, report what happened here, and ask for help and support.

As the night breeze blew, the young man who fell not far away finally came back to his senses, and the "gunfight" that only existed in the movie just now completely shocked him.

The pain in his arm had been lightened a little, and the little young man recalled the few gunshots just now, the figures of the two people who suddenly fell, and the "fluttering" sound of bullets entering his body and the splash of blood.

Wait! Xiao Young suddenly thought of something, when the strange man who broke his arm was shot, he took two steps back, how is it different from in the movie!

The young man hurriedly looked towards the place where Bai Ze had fallen, only to see a figure that staggered to stand up, and a gun aimed at the tattooed man!

"Bang!"

The fourth shot completely ignited the whole night, and the residents who heard the movement around them no longer dared to be suspicious and pretended that it was none of their business. Four times in a row, it's almost like a shootout!

The Luobei City Police Department immediately received several similar phone calls, the shooting case is definitely a serious case in Daming Kingdom, the police chief of the Luobei City Police Station immediately held a telephone conference, and the two teams of armed police received an order to gather late at night and march towards the eastern suburbs.

Bai Ze swayed left and right with the steps of a drunkard, and the blood in his left chest was still bleeding. The bullet from the tattooed man just now hit the edge of the mirror, drawing an angle, leaving a deep blood groove in his chest, and I don't know where it went.

Under the impact of the bullet, Bai Ze fell to the ground. Confirming that he was not dead, Bai Ze secretly took a sip of tea and wine, and took advantage of the Qingming that might only be more than ten seconds, standing up and fighting back with a gun.

With the view that he was shot and did not die, Bai Ze aimed at the tattooed man's head and pulled the trigger.

Although it was the first time to shoot, relying on strong wrist strength and the ability to have night vision, this bullet hit the tattooed man's head, making him stare at the world and leave the world, and the voice on the other end of the phone was silent.

The effect of the tea and wine quickly faded, Bai Ze felt that he was getting more and more groggy, the blood in his chest had soaked the clothes around him, and the excessive blood loss and a large amount of alcohol intake made Bai Ze feel that there was more than one thing in front of him, and his eyelids were as heavy as Mount Tai.

The wound next to Bai Ze's chest, the blood that kept flowing out seemed to be attracted, first soaked in the mirror, and then absorbed by the clothes.

The mirror greedily absorbs every drop of Bai Ze's blood, ingests the aura from it, and then lets the blood flow away. On the blood-soaked mirror, a curled figure became clearer and clearer.

Although his mind was not clear, Bai Ze at least knew what he should do now, he picked up the big bag on the ground, and all he could think about was "Go! Get out of here quickly!"

Bai Ze stared around with blood-red eyes, and the little young man who was cowering on the side met his eyes. Bai Ze staggered over, the muzzle of the gun in his hand pressed tightly against the little young man's head.

Although Xiao Young yearns for the blood boiling in gunfights on weekdays, it definitely does not mean that his head likes the cold temperature of the muzzle.

Xiao Young was so frightened that he rubbed back, his mouth stammering and making some meaningless sounds, and his whole body trembled up and down like a sieve.

Bai Ze half-squatted down, the gun in his hand rubbed against his head, his voice was hoarse, and he made a dry sound, like a demon's murmur and said:

"Do you want to live?"

The lights of the SUV turned on, and with the driver's mood, it turned two trembling corners, made a detour, and drove towards the city.

More than half an hour later, six or seven police cars came to the vicinity of Liufendi, and according to the information of nearby residents who reported the crime, they quickly found the abandoned brick factory and detected it here.

On the SUV, Bai Ze sat in the co-pilot, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the waist of the young man. The broken bone of the young man's left hand was still leaking into the air, and because of the pain, the green tendons in his right hand burst out, and he held the steering wheel and drove with one hand. His face was covered in cold sweat, and he didn't know if it was painful or frightened by the muzzle of the gun on his waist.

Bai Ze bit his tongue and regained his clarity again, in order not to be dragged into the abyss of drowsiness by drunkenness, Bai Ze decided to find something to talk about and distract his spirit.

Bai Ze casually asked, "What's your name?"

Xiao Young left a cold sweat again, probably wanting to ease the atmosphere, and said with a dry smile: "Big brother, my name is Zhou Xingxing." Don't know what your name is?"

Bai Ze's head was dizzy, and he subconsciously replied: "My name is ......"

Speaking of this, Bai Ze suddenly felt that the name Zhou Xingxing was familiar, and after thinking about it, his head eased a little, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Lao Tzu's name is Jackie Chan! At this time, you dare to play tricks on me!"

Xiao Young was so frightened that his already pale lips were even more chapped, the sweat on his head dripped down, his two eyes stared nervously at the road, his broken left arm was swinging, and his face was so painful that he hurriedly explained:

"Big brother, my life is in your hands, how dare I lie to you! When I was born, my father liked Hong Kong movies, so he gave me this name. If I hadn't wanted to go to the police station, I would have changed this name a long time ago!"

Seeing that Bai Ze didn't say anything, Xiao Young became even more nervous, slowed down the car, and continued to explain, "Big brother, you believe me! I just don't have an ID card, but my name is really Zhou Xingxing!"

Bai Ze endured his sleepiness, too lazy to dwell on this bit of, and urged: "I believe you! Hurry up and drive quickly, and I won't tell you, in fact, my name is Jet Li." ”