City Marshal

More than a dozen snipers fired precise bullets. Although Mr. Zemu and the others hid in a blind spot and could not shoot anyone, they were able to shoot towards the firepower point. A dozen or so bullets were fired at the muzzle of the submachine gun. The huge momentum not only The diversion of Ze Mu-kun's firepower also shocked them inexplicably.

While they were fighting in full swing, Nuochuan Kuko led the people to slowly touch the ground floor. Although they were also beaten to the ground, the police did not capture them. Jun led the people to find the hidden truck, which was their habit of doing things, and they always had to prepare to retreat.

Although Nuokawa Kuko knew that the street was blocked, and even if he got the truck, he might not be able to escape unscathed, but at least he had some means of transportation. Otherwise, it would be wishful thinking to rush out of the street for more than [-] meters on foot. After rushing out more than ten meters, he was beaten into a sieve.

However, Nuochuan Kuko was also full of doubts, how could there be no enemy to capture the ground floor?Her innate intuition prevented her from acting rashly, and a rash attack would only make herself a target for others. As a killer struggling on the death line, she must not only have outstanding marksmanship, but also know how to endure and seize the opportunity.

Toyokawa-kun quickly walked into the kitchen, opened the cover of the sewer, and led the two accomplices into it. The distance of this sewer is not far, only about ten meters. The trucks they placed and the requirement to explore the surrounding terrain did not know how many people from the Yamaguchi group were rescued.

When they got into the truck, Ze Mu-jun and the others were about to run out of ammunition, and the police stepped up their attack. Under the cover of strong firepower, more than a dozen grenades were thrown out from simple throwers and streaked across the night sky. It made a graceful arc, smashed into a window without glass, and fell into the floor of the building, spinning continuously.

Mr. Zemu looked down subconsciously, with a desperate expression and even forgot to call, 'Boom boom boom! 'Countless sounds rang out, not only Ze Mu-kun and the others were blown to pieces, but even half of the roof was lifted by the air wave, the plate just hit the front of the truck, and Kuko Nunokawa and others on the ground floor were also shaken. Brain blank.

The fire from the bombing, in just ten seconds, was like a wave rolling up in the sea, unstoppable and surging, even Lao Song, who was a hundred meters away, could smell the smoke and dust, as if Hearing the fearful whispers and groans of buildings in the sea of ​​fire, the fire was so bright that even the heavy rain could not extinguish it instantly.

The sound of bombing is also the sound of storming.

The police against the base of the wall quickly put their guns on the windows or doorways, and fired mercilessly into the inside. The muzzle of the submachine gun swallowed flames, that is, instant kung fu, like countless brightly blooming fireworks, shooting out criss-crossing waves. With dense fire nets, the space on the ground floor was immediately filled with bullets.

Bu Chuan Kuzi and the others were caught off guard, and the four or five people crouching in front of them were killed immediately. Those members who were still alive just now seemed to be straws that had encountered a sharp scythe. Blood splattered, as if dancing a dance of death.

In addition to the grief and indignation of Nuochuan Kuzi, he could only retreat to the kitchen while taking the risk to fight back. Maybe there is still some hope in escaping to the truck.

The rain was heavy and blinding.

Mr. Toyokawa swallowed his saliva in the truck. He didn't dare to start the car now. He believed that there must be police guns around him, but he didn't find their whereabouts for the time being and kept quiet. The fight was riddled with holes, so he could only wait nervously.

Bu Chuan Kuzi and the others climbed out, and one of his accomplices accidentally groaned. Fortunately, it was covered by the powerful sound of rain, but the lightning that lit up immediately betrayed them deeply. The light not only shone on their faces, It also illuminated the police not far away, and the muzzles of both sides were so dark and gloomy.

Gunshots rang out immediately.

Toyokawa-kun immediately started the car, and Nuokawa Kuko and the others rushed towards the car door, but the snipers didn't seem to give them too many chances. Except Nuokawa Kuko rushed into the truck, several other accomplices were shot in the rain, twisted The body fell down suddenly, and there was too much unwillingness and helplessness in his eyes.

Toyokawa-kun shouted hysterically: "Cover!"

As soon as the voice fell, the car drove out quickly, and three members stood up behind the cargo box, forming an iron triangle, and together they embraced the submachine gun and swept wildly regardless. The muzzle of the submachine gun was like the brightest fireworks blooming at night , spitting out bullets with crazy roars, and the eyeballs seemed to be bleeding.

The smoke rose, and even the rain became hazy.

All of a sudden, the [-]-meter-long street was filled with the shining traces of bullets. Countless trees burst apart amidst the sound of gunshots. Even the ambushing policemen were shot and fell headlong from their hiding place screaming. After a moment of silence, countless gunshots rang out from both sides of the street like an accompaniment.

The gunshots seemed to be the swan song of life. Even though the three Yamaguchi-gumi members in the carriage were shot several times, they tried their best to shoot out the bullets with their last consciousness.

The truck rushed to the end of the long street in the heavy rain, and Mr. Toyokawa, who was driving, was hit by countless bullets. The out-of-control truck hit the concrete pillar and the lamp post, and then fell into the ditch on the side of the road. The oil burst, and within a few seconds, the truck made a powerful explosion and flew into the air.

No one noticed that a figure flashed out of the car in those few seconds.

The heavy rain covered up a lot.

After a while, all the street lights were turned on, and the police also called in searchlights to clean up the scene. Lao Song finally lit a cigarette and smoked a dozen puffs before he could calm down. So many people were transferred late, otherwise it would be really difficult to keep them.

After making sure it was safe, Lao Song knocked on Zhang Ronggui's car door.

Zhang Ronggui got out of the car, blocked the umbrella under his hand, and said calmly: "They are all dead?" Lao Song respectfully responded: "There are still a few seriously injured!"

Zhang Ronggui took out a police gun and said flatly, "Take me to see it!"

Soon they came to a residential building that had become a dangerous building. The ground floor was illuminated by searchlights. The ground was covered with corpses in different poses but full of bullet holes. There were blood splatters everywhere. He kept searching from all corners, and brought in the corpses in the rain outside.

After Zhang Ronggui finished his simple victory inspection, he walked to the corner, stared at the two enemy wounded moaning in pain, waved to his subordinates who knew the Dongying people, and said to him: "Ask how many accomplices they have, come here What is the purpose of the Celestial Dynasty? Or is there still a place for them in Shanghai?"

The interpreter quickly translated Zhang Ronggui's words to them. Just after he finished speaking, the enemy wounded on the right wanted to struggle, but was trampled down by several burly policemen. Roaring: "Bage. Yalu! Bage. Yalu!"

Zhang Ronggui naturally understood these two sentences, so murderous intent flashed across his stern face, and he shot two shots at the wounded man's head. The flash of fire at the muzzle of the gun illuminated Zhang Ronggui's cold and sharp eyes, 'bang boom! ' startled everyone, and the foul-mouthed enemy shot his brains out and died.

Without changing his face, Zhang Ronggui pointed to the wounded on the left and said, "What about you?" The wounded on the left was pale, and the struggle for survival flashed in his frightened eyes.

At this time, the heavy rain was blowing against the windows violently, adding a bit of interest to the dead night. Chu Tian was sleeping lightly with the Xiao family sisters in his arms. The color, the beautiful face remains in a trance, which is a symbol of being completely conquered.

Suddenly, the phone that he will never turn off rang softly, breaking everyone's dreams. Xiao Sirou opened her beautiful eyes, wrapped her tender thighs around Chu Tian's waist, and said dreamily: "Brother Gan, don't let it happen in the middle of the night." leave!"

Calling himself at this time is naturally extremely important, so Chu Tian slapped her seductive thighs, crawled over Xiao Nianrou's body, and picked up the phone to answer.

Zhang Ronggui's voice came from the phone: "Kuzi Buchuan ran away, you have to be careful!"

Chu Tian sighed softly, and secretly scolded Zhang Ronggui for his negligence in doing things, always leaving the disaster to himself.