Yuan Haoyun doesn't have a gun, it's like a lion without teeth, and sixty percent of his abilities can't be played.

Because he didn't lock Wang Zuluo at the first time, Yuan Haoyun, who lost the opportunity, was seized by Wang Zuluo and kicked on his head again.

Yuan Haoyun's vision was dark at first, and after he quickly regained his vision, he only felt that his eyes were full of small stars flying around.

Bastard, I must have had a concussion!

Yuan Haoyun's heart tightened, but it was too late at this time. Wang Zuluo took advantage of his dizziness and had already gotten rid of his restrictions.

By the time he sat up with his dizzy head shaken, Wang Zuluo had already picked up the submachine gun and replaced it with a new magazine in front of Yuan Haoyun.

Pulling the bolt, he moved his body and put the muzzle of the loaded gun against Yuan Haoyun's back.

knew what kind of skill he was, so Wang Zuluo didn't choose to put the muzzle of the gun against the other party's head. For fear that if you don't pay attention, you will be shaken off the muzzle of the gun by the other party's head, so as to grab the gun with your backhand.

Therefore, it is the safest to resist the back, no matter how the other party shakes, the area of the back is too large, and Wang Zuluo can have enough reaction time.

"Boss, kill him and then we evacuate?"

The original good plan was almost abandoned because of Yuan Haoyun, so Duan Kun was very unhappy with this slip that suddenly appeared.

Wang Zuluo half-squatted and let Yuan Haoyun stand in front of him. Wen Yan didn't reply to Duan Kun's unreliable suggestion, but just shouted at the opposite street entrance:

"Song Zijie, right, now I order you to throw away the walkie-talkie, return the pistol and throw the bullet, otherwise don't blame me for blowing up this street-fighting head!"

After thinking about it, Wang Zuluo rolled his eyes and shouted casually: "Do you still need me to shout this thing a second time?" People must rely on themselves, hit the streets! ”

"Song Zijie, leave me alone, shoot their tires!"

Yuan Haoyun's head has not fully recovered, but he still wants to struggle, trying to get Wang Zuluo to shoot himself to gain a chance for Song Zijie.

He had just seen that because the van was loaded with heavy steel plates, as long as it shot through the two rear tires, these gun-wielding thugs had to stay here.

When he and Song Zijie rushed over, he notified the main station, believing that there would be support soon.

Wang Zuluo saw that Yuan Haoyun was not honest, so he unceremoniously moved the muzzle of the gun to his thigh and shot it was a point shot.

It's a pity that Wang Zuluo's marksmanship is too bad, and he releases it too slowly when he pulls the trigger, resulting in a good point shot turning into a triple shot.

As a result, there were three more bullet holes on Yuan Haoyun's leg in an instant, and the severe pain made Yuan Haoyun can't help but roar.

Although he was injured, he managed to turn his body and pounced hard in the direction of Wang Zuluo. At the same time, he stretched out his hands, ready to hold the barrel of Wang Zuluo's gun and fight for Song Zijie at the corner of the street.

It's a pity that Wang Zuluo has long been wary of Yuan Haoyun's possible seizure of the gun.

So before, as soon as Yuan Haoyun started struggling, he shot decisively. Now when Yuan Haoyun turned around, Wang Zuluo had already taken a few steps back, just out of the range of Yuan Haoyun's hands.

After flashing this pounce, Wang Zuluo was also taken aback, so the butt of the submachine gun in his hand naturally swung over and smashed it on Yuan Haoyun's face.

Uzi's folding butt looked a little awkward after unfolding, and it looked a little ugly, but it was unusually strong, and in just one moment, Yuan Haoyun was smashed with three teeth.

Yuan Haoyun didn't care about the sharp pain on his face at all, and still wanted to get up and fight with Wang Zuluo.

It's a pity that Song Zijie, who has high hopes for him, does not have such a good psychological quality as him. He saw that just because of his slightest hesitation, Officer Yuan was first shot and then abused.

With a blank brain, he didn't choose to listen to Yuan Haoyun to shoot the van tires, but first ripped off the walkie-talkie on his chest and threw it in the middle of the road.

"Don't... Don't hurt Officer Yuan, I'll do what you say! ”

After Song Zijie shouted loudly, he opened the nest of his revolver again, and as soon as he flipped his wrist, the bullets inside fell to the ground with a clang.

Then he untied the safety rope attached to his waist and threw his gun into the street.

At this side, Yuan Haoyun ignored Wang Zuluo's muzzle on his chest, and stretched out his hand to hug Wang Zuluo. But he never expected that his rookie partner would choose to listen to the bandit and throw away the gun!

He finally couldn't help but look back at the idiot, and found that Song Zijie was lying on the street with his head in his hands, and the police gun and walkie-talkie were thrown aside.

If Wang Zuluo is unhappy, the two of them don't want to return to the police force alive today!

"Shovel, you're funny?"

Yuan Haoyun was dumbfounded, I will desperately create a chance for you here, you are good, surrender first!

But Wang Zuluo didn't think so, the rookie police officer is good. Looking at this posture lying on the ground, I can only praise it: it is worthy of professionalism.

Although thinking like this, Wang Zuluo still raised his foot and kicked Yuan Haoyun, who was stunned in place, down.

Then he stepped forward, took off the handcuffs from the other party's waist, and leaned Yuan Haoyun's right hand on the railing on the side of the street, and threw the key far away.

Then he ignored the two spoilers. Jumping into the car quickly, he shouted: "Rabbit, mourning, drive quickly, get out of here!" ”

After shouting, Wang Zuluo turned around and knelt in the carriage, aiming his gun in the direction of Song Zijie, for fear that the other party would use fraud.

But Song Zijie didn't mean to move at all, until Ah Hua drove the car to the street corner and turned smoothly, he was still lying on the ground.

After turning the corner, Wang Zuluo breathed a sigh of relief and put down his gun. By the way, he grabbed the door raised by the trunk and pulled it down hard, and finally successfully closed it with the help of Duan Kun.

"Brother Luo, why don't you kill those two strips?"

Duan Kun put down the grab, shook his hands and took out a cigarette from his pocket, and at the same time asked his doubts.

"If you kill the two of them, you'll go crazy, but it's not the same if you just kill a few robbers."

"Don't look at me like that, that lifeless deflated third is called Yuan Haoyun, he was an inspector before, but now he is only temporarily demoted, and if we kill him, we will be in big trouble!"

Dead patrol officers are not the same thing as dead inspectors, and the former may not even have a chance to have a Gemi flag when he dies.

But the latter is dead, but it's different, it's equivalent to the police station to which the dead inspector belongs is slapped in the face, and he will definitely investigate desperately.

On Guangdong Road, Song Zijie waited until the sea lion van was gone, and then got up again.

Without bothering to pick up his matching gun, he quickly ran to Yuan Haoyun's side, took out the key and opened the handcuffs.

At this time, Yuan Haoyun was hit continuously and blood loss, and everyone began to ghost.

But he still scolded in his mouth: "Are you a idiot, why didn't you shoot just now?". ”

"If I shoot, I'm going to die, and I'm not going to watch my companion die!"

Song Zijie helped bandage it, and roared back. Fortunately, although Wang Zuluo's marksmanship is not good, he still knows how to avoid bones, and Yuan Haoyun does not seem to be disabled.

Although Yuan Haoyun scolded fiercely, he was still very relieved in his heart.

This one named Song Zijie is a little rookie, but the practice of caring for his teammates still makes people angry.

"Hurry up and get the matching gun back, or you'll be in trouble when the support arrives!"

As he spoke, he pushed Song Zijie hard.

Then he sat on the street, leaned his back against the railing, pinched the walkie-talkie and said, "There is a police officer in Canton Road who was shot and asked for support from a white car." ”