C380 Attack

Big-head is dead!

The other brothers are dead!

Four or five dilapidated motorcycles were parked outside the forest, looking lonely and helpless. It was just like the lowly lives of many public officials here. When they encountered bandits, they did not even make a sound of grief and indignation.

Kyle was still alive. His hands and feet nimbly wiped away the bloodstains on his body. He thick-skinned said to the "centipede":

"Boss, Big-head this fellow, he usually forfeits bullying of the brothers in Starlight. Sooner or later, they will all die. This way, it will be letting him off easy. "

This fellow's expression was somewhat wooden, and there was even a hint of greed.

The leader of "Centipede" looked at him with a gloomy expression. He forcefully squeezed out a trace of a cold smile. He took out a few notes, took a few steps forward, and stuffed them into the pocket of his shirt. With a light press, he said in a cold voice:

"Take it. When you snatch Dale out, I'll give you a gold brick. With the gold brick, you can bribe your bullsh * t superior and continue to promote him. You can also continue to send messages to Starlight. . . "

Saying so, he looked at the prison guards with a cold gaze.

That gaze was incomparably domineering, as if it had swallowed the ferociousness of that small courtyard in an instant. Kyle's heart turned cold. "That's not right. Didn't he say that he would use these people's identities to enter the prison?"

That thought did not appear on his face at all. He just tried to shrink his nose as much as possible to avoid smelling the smell of blood, which would make him uncomfortable.

"Kid, are you afraid? Remember, where do you live? Which convenience store do you often buy bread from? Starlight seems to understand that you have to give it to a b * tch. When will a son come out to solicit customers? Everything is clear. "

The leader of the "centipede" said. The machete in his hand slashed at his chest without any restraint.

Although the blade did not cut down, in Kyle's eyes, the cold blade would pierce through his skin at any time and brutally touch his pitiful internal organs.

"Boss, Big Head's clothes are the most suitable for you to wear. It's bigger than the first, and it's convenient to ride a motorcycle. I can't tell at all. "

As Kyle spoke, he did not care what kind of look the centipede was giving him. He quickly moved to Big Head's side and stepped on the neck of the corpse to save some blood on his body. He unbutton the button and took it off forcefully, handing it to the centipede.

More than ten minutes later, Molka was tired from chatting in the corridor. There was a low-quality cigar between his fingers. The cigarette was curled up and gave off a faint fragrance. His head drooped comfortably and he snored softly.

Michael had biscuits in his mouth. He kept looking to the west. Under the expectant gazes, four or five motorcycles finally came back.

Because of the Backlight, he bowed a few times and finally saw clearly. The one in front riding the motorcycle was his right-hand man, Kyle, and the "Big Head" behind him carried a lackey with one hand. His dog body was resting on the motorcycle seat, and he was talking and laughing as he came back.

When he reached the door, the other prison guards directly rode the motorcycle to the bottom of the tree and parked it.

"Captain, captain, we got a dog. There are traces of them cooking and eating in the forest. Later, you guys go and take a look. The footprints are heading towards the mountain. It should be. . . " Standing at the door, Kyle pushed open the door and looked at the prison guard on duty. Then he showed off to Michael who was in the on-call room.

They were very familiar with each other. Although this guy spoke very quickly, even from his expression, Michael could tell that something good had happened to him. As for the details, it wouldn't be too late to wait until he came in to have a good chat.

Then, Big-head carried the dead dog in.

This guy's sunhat was pressed down by the dog's body. There was still some dog blood on his face, and his sunglasses were also dirty.

"Bighead, there's something good that you can't take it for yourself. Put it down, put it down, and report it to Captain Molka. Do you hear me? Otherwise, he'll fire you. "

Michael glanced at him and felt that something was wrong. However, he didn't think of anything wrong at all, so he urged him to tell Captain Molka.

"Yes, yes, boss. . . "

This guy said vaguely. With one hand holding his leg, he walked to the front of the duty room. He looked at a black bottle of water and went to get it. It looked like he was thirsty.

These guys were like this. Their quality was a bit low. They usually talked big and drank all the water. All the women would touch it. Michael had long gotten used to it.

This person was the "centipede. "

Just as he was about to touch the water bottle, the dead dog on his body suddenly fell down heavily. Michael, who was almost smashed to the door, was so angry that Michael was about to say something when he saw a flash of cold light in front of him. The machete came down diagonally.

"The centipede was ruthless enough. When it heard the sharp knife cutting into its opponent's flesh, it had already cut into its bones, making a cracking sound. In an instant, it stretched out its long arm, which was almost the size of a monkey, and pulled out the gun on Michael's waist. It played a trick on its head, then aimed at its neck and shot.

Poor Michael, with a machete in his shoulder, he felt a sharp stab in his neck and tried to dodge with all his might.

He fell heavily to the ground.

"Boss Centipede, there are more than 40 of them. The rest of them are in the prison. There are also anti-police officers on duty in the prison. Those guys have quite a few submachine guns"

Kyle saw his cousin Michael lying on the ground, just like the dog just now. He was struggling on the verge of death, and his heart was somewhat frightened. The centipede in front of him kept going back and forth, making him feel as if he was going to die at any time. His voice was trembling.

"Hehe, Big Brother Serpent is ready. This place will become a refugee camp ruins in the evening. When the time comes, your prize money. . . "The" centipede "said darkly. Its eyes could not help but look at his pocket.

Suddenly, he weighed the machete in his hand and played a beautiful trick. He swung the machete backhanded and stabbed it into Kyle's stomach. He put his elbow on Kyle's ferocious face and pulled out the stack of cash with his hand.

At this moment, the captain of the Second Senior High School heard some movement and walked over as if he was taking a stroll.

"Bandits, bandits are here. . . " Centipede slowly raised his head and looked at him. He pointed behind him and shouted in a bluffing manner.

This Company Leader was really careless. He hesitated and looked back. At this moment, the centipede slowly raised its head and looked at him. In the grass outside the door, there were a few bandits who had parked their motorcycles. They rushed in and leaned their bodies to the side. They shot at the office area. . .

The Second Senior High's captain died even more tragically.

He was pressed by the "centipede" on his neck with a machete. He fiercely pushed forward and became a live target. After the two of them ran out for more than ten meters, they were heavily hit to the ground. His head fell to the ground earlier than his body.

Bright red blood sprayed out and splashed onto the centipede's pants.

"Someone come, bring a gun. " Molka suddenly opened his eyes. The corners of his eyes were still filled with eye feces. He fell to the ground and shouted.

He didn't even know how he got into the house.

The policemen in the house were watching the fashion show on black and white TV, and some were sleeping. Gunshots were heard at the door. They got up and went to the wall to get their guns.

Unfortunately, this speed was too slow. When they got their guns and looked for the target, they would have already been shot several times.

At this moment, a bloody man in the duty room slowly struggled and tried to run towards a basket under the table.

It was the dying Michael.

His left shoulder was hanging down, and the wound on the right side of his neck was bleeding. When he struggled to look outside, he slowly saw that Kyle had fallen to the ground. And so, a voice rang in his mind, beating on his fragile nerves:

"No, no, damn it, Kyle has already betrayed us. Even the brothers in the team have to. . . "