Man is born good; natures are similar, but habits make them different.
The captain of the Xinglong Town Detective Team had left the teahouse a long time ago, but the stupid police captain was still sitting stupidly beside the coffee table, on which there was a bowl of fresh tea, and the crumbs on the ground were still there.
He stretched out his hand and picked up the bowl again, but the bowl shook slightly in his hand. The tea in the bowl swayed in the bowl, and the ripples became bigger and bigger, and began to spill out of the edge of the bowl. He had no choice but to put the bowl down again and shake his hands.
Everyone has their own view of themselves. He knew that he was a fool, but he felt that he was a kind-hearted and hardworking person, and he still is today. However, he did not dare to look at the tea in the bowl, fearing that the tea would reflect his face at the moment, because his face now... was probably no different from those robbers in the bank!
A policeman suddenly rushed into the teahouse in panic: "They opened the door! The bank door is open!"
The stupid captain stood up suddenly, rushed to the window which was always open, and stared at the bank with his kind frog eyes.
There were shouts coming from people: "We are not the Rangers, we are innocent, we came out first."
A white towel was dangling at the door of a newly opened money shop. In the sunlight and in the empty street environment, it was dazzlingly white.
Countless gun muzzles were immediately placed on the windows across the street, and countless gun muzzles were immediately poked out of the corners, pointing darkly at the bank and at those terrified faces that appeared in the sunlight. They raised their hands high, lined up in an orderly manner, slowly poured out of the bank's gate, and gathered in the middle of the empty intersection. They breathed desperately because they could see the light of day again, like drowning people who had just come ashore, dazzling in the sunlight.
Bang
In this moment of silence, this was an extremely harsh shot! So harsh that no one could tell where the shot was fired, only that it was very close, very close.
This piercing shot seemed to shatter everything!
Then, everything started to fall apart!
All the gun muzzles pointing at the money houses were ignited in an instant, forming an instant storm that was deafening and continuous.
Bullets rained down, raging at the street corner in an instant, viciously biting at everything under the sun.
Blood was spurting everywhere, and the pairs of bare hands that were raised high didn't even have time to be lowered before their bodies began to fall, continuing to be pierced by the ruthless bullets, time and time again, whistling in the cries.
The man still tightly grasped the white towel in his hand, but the white towel was now stained with dust and spots of blood. The man stared at it with wide eyes. What he was holding was indeed a white towel, not the gun he had thrown away. He didn't understand, didn't comprehend, until the whistling wind rushed towards him again, shattered his eyes, penetrated half of his face, and made him no longer have the chance to hear someone shouting in the storm: "The commandos are pretending to be hostages and trying to break through! Kill without mercy! Kill without mercy! Kill..."
I originally thought that the bank was hell, but now I understand how there can be a paradise in this world. Walking out of hell, it is still hell! I just didn't expect the sky in hell to be so blue, and the light so dazzling and scorching, as if it was snowing.
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The rain of bullets not only raged at the street corner outside the money house, but also raged into the two open doors of the money house, whistling wildly and flying in again and again, hitting the doors, the hall pillars, the counter facing the door, breaking the bonsai, knocking down the hanging lamps, overturning everything in its path, carrying with it countless debris, and forcing the masked robbers to crawl around behind the counter, and forcing the pigs hiding on both sides of the door to shrink their necks against the wall, shouting and cursing, not even knowing who they were cursing.
Hu Yi's heart was completely cold. It had been cold since the moment the first gunshot was heard!
He didn't even have time to be frightened, and his whole body felt as if nothing happened.
The open door was so bright that it just obscured her beautiful figure. Wasn't that light? Wasn't that damn light
He didn't even realize that he was rushing towards the door, staggering. Everything in front of him turned black. Only the open, dazzling door was still there, empty like a pale piece of paper. It was his only direction.
In sorrow, he ignored the incoming bullets, forgetting his own life, and turned into a moth, flapping its wings.
He didn't know that he was still himself, the one who wanted to escape but could never escape.
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It would be wrong to think that the police only have pistols. The detective team does have pistols, but the police are different. Nowadays, the weapons of police dogs are very complicated, and there is no unified standard. They can be given any gun to make up the number, whether it is a box gun or a Hanyang gun. They even have a Czech-style gun, which is placed in the grocery store across the street from the money house. It's just that it hasn't been used for eight hundred years and there are no professionals to maintain it, so it failed to fire at the first time.
The three policemen were in a panic. The machine gunner could no longer contain his anger. He picked up the Czech light machine gun that seemed to have no fire and swung it hard against the window frame twice. With a loud bang, the bolt actually reset itself!
"That's enough! Get out of here!"
The machine gun bipod was finally put back on the windowsill, and the muzzle was pointed ferociously at the last few unarmed figures struggling in the hail of bullets at the street corner. After hesitating for two seconds, it did not spit out flames, but instead turned towards the door of the bank. Da da da da da... the firepower officially joined the work, and bullets were blindly poured into the bank.
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"What the hell are you still doing?" Xiao Hongying's voice sounded particularly sharp amid the noisy gunshots. She finally understood what happened outside, but she didn't know what happened downstairs after she went upstairs. Her anger came from the four words "kill without mercy" shouted by the police.
Crash
She threw the spittoon that she had picked up from under the window and it broke the window in front of her. The spittoon somersaulted onto the street and continued to roll and clang.
The big-eyed pistol then poked out of the second-floor window and fired eight rounds at the dark figure lurking across the street without taking a breath. The bullet casings clanged on the floor and the recoil made her petite figure sway again and again by the window. Seeing the haste and thoughtlessness of the operation, the hit rate could not be counted on, and she did not expect a hit rate. She was just anxious to stop some of the police firepower.
This was the first fire position that started to counterattack the police and detective team. After the first shot that destroyed the peace, Xiao Hongying fired the first shot of angry counterattack. It was worth being her gun.
The first position to fire back was naturally the most conspicuous. The Czech light machine gun in the grocery store immediately noticed the window on the second floor. They immediately gave up aiming at the door of the bank and turned their guns diagonally upwards, firing a volley of bullets at the second floor, silencing the window. Then they replaced the next magazine and swept all the windows on the second floor of the bank horizontally, leaving no window untouched. The debris jumped and splashed, falling continuously, and a light gray began to float on the street.
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The blinding light was finally before Hu Yi's eyes. He could hear no sound, neither the sound of gunfire nor the whistling in his ears. He was about to rush out of the open door, towards the damn light, towards his original and purest hope; he loved her in his heart, and he could not let her go even though he was running away in the hail of bullets with her on his back.
A black shadow grew bigger and bigger, rapidly spreading in Hu Yi's bloodshot pupils. He didn't want to hide.
Plop
He was knocked down hard by the oncoming impact. He tried to stand up again, but was stunned again. The blood color in his pupils had disappeared, because it was her, Su Qing, who knocked him down.
Then another figure suddenly rushed out of the light, rushed into the door of the bank, stumbled and fell into the darkness inside the door, then suddenly got up and dodged to the side, pushing the heavy door, shouting hysterically: "Help me! Close the door!"
He is Ma Liang, but the rain of bullets is still whistling...