Seeing that he wasn't leaving, the pig-faced man scolded directly, "What are you doing?" Let's go! Want to die? ”

The scale of this riot is too small, and the police will arrive soon, and it will be difficult for them to leave!

"I'm going to take someone with me." Lu Yiming said coldly, then quickly turned around and ran in the direction of He Jin!

The pig-faced man scolded his mother, but he could only follow, "I'll help you find whoever you want to find!" Ancestors! ”

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He Jin didn't wear body armor and didn't dare to rush ahead, so he could only find cover all the way and touch it all the way.

As soon as he touched a few meters behind the prisoner's car, he hid behind a car and was about to check the situation, when someone suddenly slapped him on the back of the neck, and his eyes went black, and he fainted.

Lu Yiming supported him and walked back, and the pig-faced man also followed, and said in surprise, "What are you taking him for?" A burden! ”

"Vent your anger." Lu Yiming only replied with two words, and dragged He Jin into the car to pick them up.

He Jin kicked him before, and he still remembers.

If he doesn't clean up He Jin, he can't get rid of the hatred in his heart!

The pig-faced man looked at him with a twitch on his face, but he didn't say much, and quickly called his brothers to retreat.

They came and went as fast as they could, leaving only a few blocks of bombed potholes, billowing smoke, and countless bombed-out vehicles, and corpses lying on the ground.

All around was screaming, whimpering, crying for help, constantly.

Inside the elongated van.

He Jin, who fainted, was thrown at the back, the pig-faced man drove, and Lu Yiming sat in the middle.

And next to him, there is also a man wearing a smiling Buddha mask.

The man was playing with a Beretta 92F pistol.

The total length is 217 mm, the empty gun weighs 0.96 kg, the muzzle velocity is seconds, and the effective firing range is 50 meters.

Deservedly the world's number one pistol, artistic.

Lu Yiming didn't recognize who it was when he looked at him for the first time, and it wasn't until the second glance that he sneered, "Chongbin, your hand is still suitable for holding a scalpel, and it's really not good to hold a pistol!" ”

This person is Zhao Chongbin, the famous first knife in the chest.

Zhao Chongbin turned his head to look at Lu Yiming, the Laughing Buddha mask covered his eyes and also hid his harmless appearance.

"I'm very good at marksmanship, do you want to see it?" He tilted his head, and his mask tilted at an eerie angle.

As he spoke, he pestled Lu Yiming's temple with the muzzle of his gun.

Lu Yiming didn't take him seriously at all, opened his gun, and said anxiously, "Don't make trouble!" I'm a tiger in Pingyang now, and even a little police officer dares to do something to me! ”

Zhao Chongbin's hand was beaten to the side, he glanced at Lu Yiming, and he was not angry, but comforted, "Didn't I avenge you?" ”

The police officer who hit Lu Yiming just now was shot in the head by Zhao Chongbin from 30 meters away.

In this world, there are really few people who know that he is not only good at scalpels, but also with guns.

Lu Yiming was annoyed at this time, he didn't think about it in detail at all, and only focused all his attention on Yan Jun, "He wants me to die before he is willing!" ”

"Others are going to kill you, shouldn't you resist?" Zhao Chongbin put down the pistol, looked sideways at Lu Yiming, and induced him step by step.

"How can I resist? Biyue is still in his hands now! "Today's Lu Yiming is like a trapped beast, rioting.

Hearing this, Zhao Chongbin smiled proudly, "Biyue was rescued, and it's in my hospital." ”