C438 Unable to Resist the Pressure

"Bang, bang. . . "

Zhao Xiaoming's raised shield was shot and he was sent flying.

He was sent flying more than a meter away.

"Xiaoming, lie down, lie down! Lie down! " Huang Yuanzhu ran quickly and shouted back.

As he shouted, he suddenly threw the shield on his back into his hand. He held a gun with one hand and shot at the few bandits who were staring at Zhao Xiaoming.

Those few fellows were shot and fell to the ground.

Even though they were so far away, this fellow's marksmanship was so magical that it frightened a group of bandits to the ground.

They realized that the gunmen and gunmen were completely different. After a few shots, the yellow root pillar did not slow down and continued to run. Under the light, the figure was tall and mighty, full of killing intent.

A bald leader saw him run out more than ten meters. He jumped up and ran out more than 30 meters. He waved his hands and arrogantly fired at the yellow root pillar.

A bullet hit Huang Guzhu's thick arm. Under the huge impact, he staggered and knelt on the ground. He pulled out the gauze from the ambulance bag and slowly turned his head to look.

He immediately saw clearly that this guy was about the same height as him. He wore a golden necklace around his neck and said with a vicious face, "Kid, don't fall into my hands, I swear. . . "

The bald bandit looked at the blurry figure 300 meters away and immediately called for people to go over.

They ran out for 50 to 60 meters and raised their guns at that place. It was a violent storm.

"Big brother, big brother, it's strange. . . " A bespectacled bandit stopped his gun. When he saw a strange phenomenon, his face was full of surprise.

At the place where Huang had been just now, which was more than 30 meters to the south where the gun had hit, a person had already stood up.

It was Huang Guzhu. He had lowered his posture and crawled so far away, and was now standing up.

By the time these bandits reacted, it had already been two seconds. Huang Yuanzhu's gun trembled slightly to the left and then he opened fire at them.

The unlucky glasses-masked bandits were adjusting their guns at the same time. It was a pity that they had already been shot.

Only the bald bandit, with his great strength, grabbed a bandit and held him in front of him. He then fell to the ground.

The yellow root pillar attracted the main force here. Zhao Xiaoming lay on the ground, rolling and crawling as he ran towards that direction.

"Ming, give me everything. Just run. Ten o'clock. Move your body. " Zhao Xiaoming arrived in front of him. He shouted and took the two shields. He folded them like he was holding a toy. He put them on his shoulder and shouted for Zhao Xiaoming to run.

Zhao Xiaoming's brain was still buzzing. He held the gun and ran with his waist bent.

In this situation, Huang Yuanzhu should have squatted down and used his superb skills to intercept the bandit soldiers. With his powerful marksmanship, he could have easily blocked more than ten bandit soldiers.

However, many people had guessed wrong. He did not hesitate at all and ran towards the southeast.

He was carrying 70 to 80 kilograms of equipment on his back. As he ran, he could take more than a meter with one step. As he ran, he shot sideways, aiming accurately at the guy in the distance.

That was not all. Huang Yuanzhu's individual combat strategy was powerful. He ran as fast as a snake, even faster than a normal person.

In a short while, he had run more than 100 meters.

"Haha, brothers, that big guy must be a fool, right? He ran away. He must have gone to the beach to vomit. That fool. "

The bald leader could no longer see the yellow root pillar. He could not even see Zhao Xiaoming's shadow. He slowly stood up. His arrogant voice was hoarse and arrogant in the sea breeze.

Five or six minutes later, this guy was dumbfounded:

Huang Guzhu took a big detour and had already circled to the side of the pine forest. Leaning against two big trees, he formed a circle with his shield and directly fired at him.

A few hundred meters to the north of the Yellow Root Pillar was Lake and the others.

A burst of bullets shot over and the unlucky fellows beside him were shot. They howled and lay on the ground. He quickly hid behind a big tree and shouted to fight back.

However, the opponents in front of him on the left had already rushed over.

Andy and the other three rushed in front, followed by Hubert's police team.

This time, Fatty Liu and the others were less stressed. They all followed behind and were busy using bullets to make up for their brothers' positions.

These people had a variety of guns. The old Taoist actually held a small handgun. After shooting a few times, he complained that this thing's shooting range was too poor.

Fortunately, Andy and the other three had inherited Hobson's machine gun style, and their spirit of not being afraid of death. They charged forward while facing the bullets.

The ones who moved Xiao Qiangbing the most were Monika and the girl she had brought with her.

Monika had trained at the foreign Special Forces base. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his figure was neat and clean. Two bandits appeared in front of him, and their guns were aimed at Diana, who was beside her.

She jumped up, and by the time she landed, she had already fired two bullets. One of the bandits fell to the ground.

Just as her feet were about to land on the ground, she took advantage of the situation and pushed Diana to the right. Both of them fell heavily onto the ground, and the sound of bullets hitting the shrubs behind them rang out. . .

It had been ten minutes since the two of them had exchanged blows. Xiao Qiangbing stood beside the tree and slowly narrowed his eyes as he asked Peng Si without batting an eyelid:

"Warden, do you think we can win?"

This question of his was too difficult to answer. There were only a dozen of them and nearly 200 bandits. Which one of them could hold on until now was an ordinary person? They were all outlaws. Looking at the situation in the distance, they had only used a small number of people.

Judging from the group of bandits, their big boss must not have come out yet. This could also be seen from Dale's eyes.

Dale sat in the car and was being watched. His expression was filled with excitement, because he could tell at a glance that the people from Dark Starlight were very strong. The brain-dead alliance only had so few people coming up. Wasn't that courting death?

"Shaw. Cough, cough. You can win, but. . . " Peng Si said half-heartedly. He really couldn't continue to fool them. He immediately changed his words.

" Brother, when you fight with them, you usually have three times the number of people. Even so, you can only chase them away and catch a few people.

Please. . . Burp, have you ever heard of the ABC Army Corps winning against them?"

It was one thing for this guy to show off, but he even burped. This made Xiao Qiangbing angry. He turned his face and saw Dale's gloating attitude. He said with a firm tone:

"Let's do it, Peng Si. Don't we have another card?

Dale, it's fine. Watch him. It's almost his turn. "

Hearing that Dale was involved, Peng Si finally felt relieved. Wasn't it all because of this guy? Both parties were in an intense fight. The bandit soldiers insisted on snatching him away. The government was fighting to the death against him. How many people had died?

"Xiao, that's right. Forgive me for being blunt. If you hadn't taken the lead here, we might have released Dale a long time ago, so that more people wouldn't have to suffer the same fate as the prison guards. "

Peng Si said with sincerity.