Snap
The sound was exceptionally crisp, but it was not the sound of a gunshot. Instead, the tea bowl in the hands of the incompetent police captain once again fell to the hard ground and broke into eight pieces.
"What? Say it again!"
"Another wave of people rushed out, and we don't have enough manpower at the back!"
There was a commotion amid the sound of gunfire, and the policeman who came to see the captain continued to be anxious.
"I'm asking about him! Him! Him!"
"Ah? He..." The policeman was stunned for several seconds before he realized that the stupid captain was asking about the detective captain. He had to repeat what he had just said: "He said he was injured and took some people to seek medical treatment."
"Injured? What an injured person!" The incompetent captain finally slumped in his chair, looking ten years older in an instant.
From the very beginning, his detective team asked to be responsible for the rear defense of the money house. Halfway through, he ran to the front and pointed out that what was surrounded was a mountain of gold. After killing innocent people, he forced the bandits to start breaking out with the gold. He then said that he was responsible for collecting the losses. Now he said that he was injured and went to seek medical treatment. The stupid captain finally understood that someone had indeed made a fortune because of this mountain of gold, but it did not include the stupid captain himself. However, all the responsibility had to be borne by him alone, because all the orders so far were issued by him, the stupid captain.
He punched the coffee table hard, causing something to fall off, and then he shouted in grief and anger at the top of his voice: "Good people are bullied! Good people are bullied!"
Being good at self-reflection is a virtue!
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A cloud of dust rose up from the base of the wall.
Kan Jiu stood up in the dust in a panic, tore off Zhu Bajie's mask and threw it to the ground, shaking his face and looking around: "This side is actually empty?"
One of his men retreated cautiously behind the wall and said, "Brother, there is indeed a vacant area nearby. We can leave now."
Kanjiu tilted his head towards the direction of the noisy gunfire on the other side of the wall: "No! We are not heading north!"
"That officer Hu said that it would be easier to look after each other if we took two parallel lanes."
"Now... they do need care, but we don't. On the contrary, they will attract all the dogs over there, and if we go any further, we will be asking for trouble!"
After confirming the environment again, Kan Jiu casually pointed in another direction: "Go over there first, hurry up. What's the point of wearing ugly faces? Forget it! What's wrong with Zhu Bajie being good-looking?"
There was a flurry of noise and only a few Zhu Bajie masks were left on the ground, continuing to look ugly.
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Wherever they are, there are people who stick to their principles. Some detective teams ran away with gold bars, some policemen slipped away with gold bars, but some people stayed on their positions after hiding the gold bars they got. No one can understand what they are thinking; or maybe they deeply love the sacred profession of police officers to eliminate violence, protect the people and save the suffering, and are reluctant to take off their prestigious uniforms; or maybe they are just stupid.
At the intersection, seven policemen were stuck sideways, four on the left and three on the right. They originally wanted to stick to the left and right corners of the wall and engage in a shootout with the target in the alley, but they were beaten so hard by the enemy that they dared not show their heads. They wanted to reach out and fire a few random shots, but suddenly a crazy burst of gunfire flew out from the alley. The last bit of their courage collapsed. The sound of approaching footsteps not only did not slow down, but got faster and closer, forcing them to quickly run to both sides to find cover, hide in doorways, and crawl in ditches. They did not have the courage to face it, and could only desperately delay and wait for reinforcements.
At the crossroads, bullets were whistling, and Hu Yi was sticking to the left corner of the wall and firing fiercely towards the alley on the right.
Luo Fugui followed suit, gritting his teeth and finally moving to the right corner of the wall, raising his gun and shooting wildly into the left alley.
The police were forced to stretch out their guns from the porch and the gutter and point them at the alley entrance, pulling the trigger frantically until the magazine jumped out and the trigger clicked.
At the crossroads, there were whistling sounds, flying explosions, and flashes of bullets. The sound of revolving gunshots and ricochets formed a symphony like a rainstorm.
"Fuck you! Where is he?"
Luo Fugui was throbbing with his neck so hard that he didn't even know what he was cursing. He stepped back hastily because he had just emptied his magazine. Four or five bullet holes immediately appeared in the corner of the wall where he had just shot, and dust was everywhere.
According to the plan, Kanjiu should be in another alley parallel to the north, and they should be able to shoot horizontally towards this alley, but the gunshots only sounded here.
Hu Yi was also forced to retreat. He had just pulled the second long magazine down in his hand. After consuming all the forty rounds, he was replacing it with the last short magazine, which had ten rounds. At the same time, he said, "Mule, come with me and attack. Girl, you guys go through!"
The two reloaded guns approached the two corners again and began to whistle violently again.
Su Qing was distracted by the commotion, and Meng felt a sharp pain in her back. Then Xiao Hongying ran past her, and at the same time, she retracted the gun handle that had hit her back, and shouted without looking back: "Follow me!"
The petite figure was leaning forward greatly because of her hard running, running towards the intersecting trajectories in front of her, running towards the flying flowers, without even a trace of hesitation. Although it was a run to escape, she regarded this as a charge, something she had longed for and dreamed of. Her little face became hideous because of this, her beautiful big eyes in the past were turned upside down, her silver teeth were broken, she had become the wind, flying into the intersecting whistling, and then, falling heavily into the alley opposite, falling a long way before she stopped.
“No time!”
Ma Liang suddenly knelt on one knee, pulled the trigger hard, and fired shot after shot towards the back of the alley.
A policeman fell heavily at the end of the alley and began to twitch. There were still embarrassed figures disappearing hurriedly on both sides of the end. The police in front came around, and they were suppressed at the back entrance of the alley by Ma Liang's steady and even shooting.
Hu Yi turned around suddenly, his heart sank to the bottom. Xiao Hongying was a soldier, but Su Qing was not. She failed to rush over in the first place. Hu Yi then regretted shooting too fast. The last short magazine just missed, but the enemy behind him arrived again.
He snatched the gun from Su Qing's hand and said, "Mule, come after me again!" Then he said to Su Qing fiercely, "You must charge forward!"
"Catch me!" Ma Liang shouted again. His magazine was about to be empty. Once he stopped shooting, the enemies at the alley behind him would make everyone in the alley wear candied haws.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm not a bullet can! This is the last magazine!"
One could already hear tears in Luo Fugui's voice. He had no choice but to abandon Hu Yi's order, turned around and started shooting backwards, allowing Ma Liang to reload.
"I'll be on your left and you'll be on your right! Now!"
The crisp sound came from the opposite alley, and Xiao Hongying raised her eyebrows and took her position actively.
There was another sudden roar of gunfire, and bullets whistled again.
"Pull her over!" Hu Yi gritted his teeth and shouted in the shock of shooting.
"But Ma Liang..." Su Qing felt her collar suddenly tightened. She was grabbed by Luo Fugui's big hand. The huge force of survival almost pulled her off the ground.
Snap, snap…
Ma Liang knelt on one knee in the sun, his shooting intervals still so steady, one shot after another as if the second hand was moving steadily, the bullet casings fell to the ground again and again with crisp ding-dong sounds, and he did not even blink.
Whether it was the Bitter Water Creek or the alley, he was shooting without a target. He was not sad, but just resentful. He resented Runny Nose, Shi Cheng, and they all died in front of him. Therefore, he did not want to die in front of others.
Boom boom boom
The ground trembled slightly. Was it a thunderstorm? No, it was obviously a grenade. It was not close, but not far away either…