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The sound was exceptionally crisp, but it was not the sound of a gunshot, but the tea bowl in the hands of the straw bale police captain fell to the hard ground again, shattering into eight petals. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Say it again!"

"Another wave rushed out, and there were not enough people in the back!"

The gunfire was loud, and the policeman who came to see the captain continued to be anxious.

"Lao Tzu is asking him! he!

"Ahh......h ”

"Wounded, wounded!" Captain Straw Bale finally lost in his chair, ten years old in an instant.

From the very beginning, his detective team asked to be in charge of the rear defense line of Qianzhuang, and halfway ran to the front to wake up that it was a mountain of gold, and after killing innocent people, he forced the bandits to start breaking through with gold, and he said that he was responsible for collecting losses, and now he said that he was injured and went to seek medical treatment, and the captain of the straw bale finally understood that there were indeed people who made a windfall because of this golden mountain, but not including the captain of the bale himself, but all the responsibility had to be carried by him alone, because so far all the orders were given by him, the captain of the bale team.

slammed his fist on the coffee table, shook off a piece of things, and roared sadly and angrily: "People are good and are bullied!

Introspection is a virtue!

......

There was a puff of dust rising from the base of the wall.

Chop Jiu stood up in the dust in embarrassment, tore off Zhu Bajie's mask and slammed it to the ground, shaking his face full of meat to look left and right: "This side is actually empty?"

One of his subordinates cautiously retracted behind the wall: "Big brother, this neighborhood is indeed empty!

Chop Jiu tilted his head in the direction of the gunfire on the other side of the wall: "No!

"That Chief Hu said that it is good to walk in the double alley. ”

"Now...... They do need to take care of it, but we don't. Instead, they'll lure the dogs over, and if they go to them, they'll set themselves on fire!"

After confirming the environment again, Chop Jiu pointed in the other direction: "Go over there first, go quickly! One by one, they are still wearing ugly faces and doing fart?

There was a panic for a while, and only a few Zhu Bajie masks were left on the ground, continuing to be ugly.

......

Everywhere, there are people who stick to their principles, there are detectives who run away with gold bars, and there are policemen who slip away with gold bars, but there are some people who still stay on the ground after hiding the gold bars they get, and no one can understand what they are thinking; or they deeply love the sacred profession of the police to eliminate violence, peace, and help the suffering, and are reluctant to take off their majestic dog skin; or they just lack the heart and eyes.

At the intersection of the alley, seven policemen are stuck here, four on the left and four on the right, originally wanted to stick to the left and right corners of the wall and fight against the targets in the alley, but they were beaten by the other party and did not dare to raise their heads, and they had the intention to stretch out their hands to cover a few shots indiscriminately, and suddenly flew out of the alley with a burst of crazy shots, and the last trace of courage collapsed, and the footsteps in the approach were not only not slow but getting faster and closer and closer, forcing them to rush away on both sides to find concealment, hide the porch, and climb the ditch, they did not have the courage to face it, and could only desperately delay and wait for reinforcements.

At the intersection of the alley, the bullets were raining down, and Hu Yi was sticking to the left corner of the wall and shooting fiercely into the right alley.

Luo Fugui painted a scoop according to the gourd, gritted his teeth, and finally rubbed into the corner of the right wall, and shot wildly into the left alley.

The policemen reached out and poked their guns out of the porch and gutter towards the mouth of the alley, pulling the trigger frantically until the magazine jumped and the trigger clicked.

At the mouth of the crossroads, the roar is staggered, the flying bits and pieces flash, and the sound of barge guns and ricochets form a symphony like a torrential rain.

"I'm going to cut nine grandma!

Luo Fugui stiffened his neck and didn't even know what he was scolding, he hurriedly retreated because he had just emptied the magazine, and four or five craters immediately burst out in the corner of the wall where he had just shot, and the dust was clouded.

According to the plan, Chop-9 was supposed to be parallel to the north in another alley, and they should be able to shoot horizontally at this alley, but the gunfire was only here.

Hu Yi was also forced to retreat, the second long magazine had just been pulled down in his hand, forty rounds of ammunition were consumed, and he was replacing the last short magazine, ten rounds;

The two reloaded guns approached the corners again, and began to whist violently again.

Su Qing was losing her mind in the hustle and bustle, and she felt a sharp pain in her back in her dream, and then Xiao Hongyingsuke ran past her side, and at the same time withdrew the handle of the gun that smashed her back, and shouted without looking back: "Rush with me!"

The petite figure leaned forward sharply as she ran hard, running to the staggered trajectory ahead, rushing to the flying flowers, without even the slightest hesitation, although it was to escape, she regarded it as a charge, longed for it, dreamed of, and the little face became hideous, and the beautiful eyes of the past fell with her eyebrows, and the silver teeth collapsed, and she had become the wind, flew into the staggered whistling, and then, fell heavily into the opposite alley, and fell far away without slipping to stop.

"There's no time!"

Ma Liang suddenly got down on one knee, pulled the trigger suddenly, and shot at the back of the alleyway.

The figure of a policeman fell heavily at the end of the back of the alley, and began to convulse, and there were still embarrassed figures that hurriedly disappeared on both sides of the end, and the policemen in front came around, and they were suppressed at the back of the alley by Ma Liang's steady and evenly spaced shots.

Hu Yi turned his head violently, his heart was cold to the bottom, Xiao Hongying was a soldier, Su Qing was not, she couldn't rush over at the first time, Hu Yi regretted playing too fast, and the last short magazine just jumped, but the enemy behind arrived again.

The splitter snatched the gun from Su Qing's hand: "Mule, press me again!" and then viciously to Su Qing: "You must rush over!"

"Pick me up!" Ma Liang shouted again, his magazine was about to run out, and once he stopped shooting, the enemy at the rear alley would make everyone in the alley wear sugar gourds.

"Grandma! Grandma! Lao Tzu is not a bullet jar! This is the last magazine!"

Luo Fugui's voice could already hear the cry, and he had to give up Hu Yi's order, turn around and start shooting backwards, letting Ma Liang reload.

"I'm left, you're right!"

The crisp sound came from the opposite alleyway, and Xiao Hongying raised her eyebrows and took the initiative to take place.

The gunfire suddenly thundered into another clamour, and the bullets flew and whistled again.

"Pull her over!" Hu Yi shouted through gritted teeth in the tremor of the shooting.

"But Ma Liang ......" Su Qing felt that her collar was tightened, and she was grabbed by Luo Fugui's big hand, and the huge force of survival pulled her almost completely off the ground.

Pap-pa-pa-pa-......

Ma Liang knelt on one knee in the sun, the interval between shots was still so stable, shot after shot as if the second hand was walking steadily, and the bullet casings fell to the ground again and again, with a crisp ding dong, and he didn't blink.

Whether it was the bitter water stream, or this alley, he was shooting without a target like this, he was not sad, just resentful, resentful and runny, resentful of Shi Cheng, resentful that they all died in front of his eyes, so he didn't want to die in front of others.

Boom-boom

The ground trembled slightly, was it a thunderstorm? No, it was obviously a grenade, not close, but not far away...... (To be continued.) )