City Marshal

The rain is fast and slow, just like Song Huihuang's mood.

He was a bit conflicted, he wanted to rush up to see Chutian's body, and he wanted to personally lead someone to beat Chutian into a hive, and it would be better if he tortured the kid before he died to vent his hatred, but he also He knew that if Chu Tian was alive, he and others would be full of risks.

Being able to be sent by the Song family to study with Kong Rongguo in Vancouver means that he is appreciated by the family, and being able to be sent back to Taiwan by Kong Rongguo to carry out Jiang Shengli's mission means that he is also trusted by the head of the Kong family. Such a person Of course, my son is not simple-minded.

So he disguised himself as an inconspicuous character when he stormed into the building.

The more inconspicuous you are, the more likely you are to be alive.

Of course, Song Huihuang didn't know that he had stepped into a death situation. He didn't stop at all on the way, commanding the Kong family's gunmen and intelligence officers to go straight to the seventh floor, and blocking the room where Chutian was with guns with specific targets, preparing to find out what was going on inside. Then I rushed in to find out.

The door was rattling by the wind, making it especially harsh in the corridor.

Song Huihuang, who was hiding in a blind spot, took a deep breath. Feeling inexplicably disturbed in his heart, he subconsciously grasped the short spear vigorously. After the coldness of the metal spread to his fingers and spread all over his body, he stabilized his mind, and then gave instructions to his subordinates: "Keep fighting formation Rush in! Open the way with random guns!"

Dozens of people swarmed in, firing random shots into the room.

Countless bullets kept flying across the room, smashing the broken window glass and sofa beyond recognition, and even the corpses on the ground were constantly shaken by the stray bullets. The killing momentum was enough to kill all life, but Only without the screams they wanted.

Four or five Kong family gunmen scattered to search each room, but they did not find Chu Tian and the others.

Members of the intelligence department in the monitoring corridor of the Chen Family Mausoleum looked at the monitoring screen and reported to the master: "Team leader, Song Huihuang and the others rushed into the room smoothly without any resistance. It seems that Chu Tian died with Brother Biao and the others. , Do you want to start the countdown for the bomb?"

Ouyang Wuhua's eyes were red, he shook his head and said, "Wait a minute, I want more people to be buried with me!"

Blowing up the building is always the last trump card. Letting Chutian die under the gun is the best choice. Although Song Huihuang hasn't reported Chutian's whereabouts yet, he believes that Chutian will either be killed or hide alive. Corner, as for him escaping from the building is completely impossible.

Surveillance videos around the building and floor surveillance images did not show Chu Tian.

But this was Ouyang Wuhua's original idea. Now he has a crazier and more astonishing plan in his mind. He not only wants to blow up the entire building, but also drags Xu Xixi and the others into the funeral, otherwise it will be difficult to vent his resentment and hatred. : These people are all damned!Damn it!There are three houses on each floor of the administrator's dormitory building, and each house has three bedrooms and two living rooms.

The dormitory that Song Huihuang and the others rushed into belonged to Room 702 in the middle of the floor, where Chutian and Brother Biao had a shootout, so everyone went in to examine the body without any thought, because Chutian and the others never showed up, and only died in the Room 702.

Just when Song Huihuang was identifying Chutian everywhere, a shocking change happened at this moment.

The surveillance personnel clearly saw the gates of 701 and 703 open suddenly. Chu Tian, ​​Nameless Nie and the others were armed with double guns and fired continuously at the enemies blocking the entrance and the corridor. He fell down without turning his head.

Song Huihuang knew he had been tricked when he heard gunshots outside the door.

So he turned back and threw himself on the ground, and shouted sharply: "The enemy has gone outside!"

His guess was correct, but his reminder was too slow. When dozens of elites reacted in shock and hurriedly turned their guns, the artillery and others had already rushed in front of them, losing the best opportunity to defend. At the same time, The crisp gunshots pierced the rainy sky in the middle of the night again.

Chu Tian and the others grabbed the enemy's corpse with their left hand, and charged into the room with a short gun in their right hand.

Bullets flew across the unrecognizable house again. Just after meeting, five or six elite members of the intelligence department fell into a pool of blood. What's sad is that they didn't even see the appearance of the enemy clearly, and then the two sides quickly hid in the bunkers they found , The short-handed soldiers handed over, and started shooting each other again.

At this time, the marksmanship of the artillery brothers was revealed.

The bullets shot out of their guns, as if they had eyes, and they all hit the target with incomparable accuracy. At the beginning of the battle, he only fired five shots one after another, but five people fell to the ground screaming. The marksmanship that was sent out caused great psychological pressure on the enemy.

Even fighting back with your head turned into an adventure.

Seeing that their side was being suppressed by the other party, the two members of the intelligence department were excited and eager to make a contribution, so they stooped to go around the door to attack Chu Tian and the others, but just as they turned over the broken sofa, a row of bullets shot out from the ground. The ankles of the two were shot, their bodies went limp, and they fell to the ground.

Seeing that his own person was injured and fell in the center of the exchange of fire between the two sides, screaming and struggling, two elite intelligence officers jumped over the sofa, trying to pull the injured companion back for treatment. As a result, after a burst of gunshots, they followed in the footsteps of the former , both calves were shot, and he lay limp on the ground.

They howled and dropped their guns without realizing it.

The little leader of the intelligence department saw that in the blink of an eye, four more people on his side were injured by the opponent, and they were located in the center of the exchange of fire, and they were in danger of being killed at any time. "Grandma! You are too bullying!"

The little head of the Intelligence Department cursed angrily, and was about to charge forward with a short gun in his hand.

Song Huihuang, who was beside him, had quick hands and quick eyes, grabbed the little leader, and shouted in a deep voice: "What are you doing? Don't be impulsive!"

As he spoke, he shouted loudly to the others: "Everyone stay where you are, don't move anyone, try to hide your feet behind the bunker, let alone show your head!"

The people who encountered the sudden change had a backbone, and quickly moved their bodies according to Song Huihuang's words.

The little boss of the Intelligence Department shook his arm in an astonishing temper, shaking Song Huihuang away from holding his hand, and even asked regardless of the other party's prominent status: "Why don't you let me rescue them? If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, just stay here Already, all loyalists in the Intelligence Department regard death as home!"

Song Huihuang turned to the direction where Chutian was hiding, and said noncommittally: "The enemy could have killed the four of them, but they didn't do so. What is the purpose? Of course they want to lure us into the bait.

If you rush out rashly, you will end up like them. "

The little head of the intelligence department clenched his fist and looked at the four people.

As Song Huihuang said, they were all shot in their legs, their trouser legs were soaked in blood, and they groaned in pain while crawling towards their own camp. The distance of just a few meters seemed to them hundreds of kilometers away. Far away, but Chu Tian and others never killed them.

He thumped the ground heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "The insidiousness of the real grandma!"

The artillery saw that the enemy was shrunk and there was no shadow, not even a single hair was exposed, so he shouted mockingly: "You son of a bitch, come out, don't hide and bury the names of your intelligence agencies, you are not here to kill Us? Why are we all bastards now?"

These words were very humiliating, and the elite of the intelligence department immediately became angry.

The artillery felt the momentum of the opponent, and said again while the iron was hot: "The turtle with its head shrunk..." A famous enemy couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his gun and fired a shot at the shouting artillery, waiting for the opportunity. The bullet whizzed and hit the enemy's wrist, and the opponent screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his wrist and howling, the gun slipped out.

The earth cannon did not give him a chance to breathe.

Another shot was aimed at the enemy's slumped thigh, and the opponent screamed again like a rabbit, and the gunshot sounded clearly again, and the enemy who was screaming in mid-air stopped abruptly, leaving a big black hole on his chest. The hole, blood gurgling out.

Song Huihuang took a deep breath and shouted sharply, "Don't move!"

The opponent's marksmanship and tacit understanding are far from being comparable to his own. If he strikes rashly, he will only be killed. Now he can only fight for time with the opponent. He believes that the longer the confrontation, the less courage Chutian and others will have.

After all, they didn't know if Ouyang Wuhua had any reinforcements.