C481 A Narrow Victory

"Zhao Xiaoming, Monika, where is he? At 11 o'clock, hurry up. "

Xiao Qiang Bing became anxious. He held the walkie-talkie in one hand and the gun in the other. If he really couldn't make it, he would rush over.

The situation in front of him, although no one said anything, he played the role of the Sea God Stabilizing Needle. If he moved, the teams would be in chaos. Such a complicated situation could not be dealt with at all.

Hearing his shout, Huang Yuanzhu should have made his move. However, this fellow was staring at the big screen with full concentration. It seemed that this guy was going to protect his communication technology to the end.

"Shaw, we found a few cars in the southwest direction. They are about to catch up. . . " Monika had recovered. His voice was urgent and he could still hear the sound of the wind.

He found Avid and the others. He conscripted a few motorcycles on the spot and chased to the west.

Since there were no more people, Xiao Qiang could not care less. He told Nicholas and the others what to do if something happened. Just as he was about to turn around, Nicholas pulled him. He looked up at the crowd that was getting closer and said worriedly, "Xiao, don't be rash. The main thing is done. We can't lose you.

Once you are hurt, all your efforts will be in vain. "

Xiao Qiangbing really wanted to shake off his hand. He had to hurry over.

The people in the southeast were weird. A few plainclothes bandit soldiers even dared to walk in front of them. They were talking and laughing. They gave off the impression that they were just a group of ordinary people, coming over to take a look or something.

Xiao Qiangbing did not need to look closely to know that they had threatened and coaxed and threatened a lot of people. This was a greater threat.

Furthermore, they were getting closer and closer. After walking another twenty to thirty meters, these people were completely within range.

The key was to tell Nicholas that he could not believe it. At least he did not feel the danger of death.

His hands could feel it. The old master was also excited. He kept sobbing and his hands were shaking.

"Trouble!" Xiao Qianbing complained in his heart, but he could not pull his hands out.

He had always been this way when faced with tenderness and true feelings. He had always respected people who treated him well.

Just at this critical moment when he was extremely anxious, he heard the sound of the walkie-talkie being pulled. Someone was calling him:

"Qiang Zi, I'm squeezed to death. I'm squeezed to death. I haven't lost my gun. My shoes have fallen. Wait, wait, wait. . . "

It sounded like Zhao Xiaoming.

However, it was different this time. The news brought by Little Fatty was too terrible. When he heard it, he felt as if he couldn't breathe. He even said that he had lost his shoes.

Needless to say, this fellow was being squeezed by people like a tide until he couldn't take it anymore.

In this type of situation, forget about completing the mission, being able to protect himself was already quite good.

A terrifying scene immediately appeared in Xiao Qiangbing's mind:

There was a sea of people. Groups of police officers were trapped inside. First, they squeezed with all their might, then they were squeezed by countless people until they panicked and lost their footing.

It was said that water and fire were merciless. Actually, there were many people in the small space. Once it was crowded, it was also the most terrifying.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot came from the southeast.

Then, it was the sound of many people escaping.

There was nothing else to worry about. Xiao Qiangbing turned around to look and said apologetically, "Old man, there's a situation, I need to see. . . "

After he ran out a few steps, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

A few bandit soldiers were pinned to the ground by Zhao Xiaoming and the others. Behind them were countless civilians. If not for a few police officers blocking with fan-shaped human walls, they would have trampled a few gunmen to death.

Looking at Zhao Xiaoming again, he had already quickly moved to the side of the crowd. As he held his shoes, he shouted loudly:

"Pull to the side, pull to the side. They have grenades. "

It was obvious that he was bluffing.

This guy said he dropped his shoes. That was fake. Someone had stepped on his heels and dragged him on the ground to run.

Seeing that Xiao Qiangbing was really anxious, Others could not move. In a moment of desperation, this fellow led his men and squeezed with all his might. When they were almost in front of the gunmen, there were people in front of them and they could not do anything at all.

He took out all the bills, put them in his helmet, and desperately threw them forward.

The heavy and solid helmet flew out, and the money scattered down. When these people saw that they had money, they all desperately ran forward. People were like a flood, unstoppable. The ones in front and the ones in front didn't even need to take a step forward. They were directly pushed away. They were often pushed two or three meters away. He had just landed on the ground when he was pushed out again.

Among the people who were pushed, there were also a few gunmen.

The people in this place, besides caring for their lives, like money. And, when they saw money, they couldn't care about that much. They rushed forward with all their might. Compared to the police, the soldiers were much fiercer.

When the first group of people rushed over, there was a slight gap in the crowd. Zhao Xiaoming and the others had some free time. In a few moments, they managed to hold down a few gunmen.

That shot was fired by a gunman. He was so squeezed that he was in a daze. He casually fired a shot.

This guy had brought a few people with him. Just as he was about to show off, Xiao Qiangbing commanded expressionlessly:

"Listen up, don't worry about anything else. All police officers, retreat. Stand still and shoot the muzzle out. . . "

Once again discovering the strength of the crowd, the bandits had already suffered heavy losses. He firmly believed that the best way to ensure the safety of these people right now was to ensure the safety of these people.

This time, he somewhat overestimated the ability of the bandits.

This kind of special warning education had long scared the bandits out of their wits. Their minds were filled with the scenes of Tyson attacking and Dale being tortured, plus the continuous scenes of them being tortured. When someone was pulled out, they only felt that pairs of eyes were looking at them, and they would be caught at any time. Then, they would kneel on the guillotine like Dale.

Then, they looked at Avid, who was frantically running for his life in the car.

There were only a few female police officers and a group of men in black behind him. If this had happened in the past, they wouldn't even have had to stop the car. The bandits would have jumped down and started fighting.

At this moment, their arms and legs seemed to be in trouble. They curled up in their cars, their eyes dull, and only cared about escaping.

He put a cigarette in his mouth. Avid did not light it and started to chew roughly. He raised the gun butt and knocked heavily on the driver's arm. He threatened, "Hurry up, step on the accelerator, step on the accelerator, find a forest, and rush in. "

They were like this. Old John was feeling a little better. A few bandits supported him and looked in the direction of the truck. They were about to leave. John looked around vigilantly and whispered, "Stop. Follow someone else. The more people there are, the better. Throw all the guns away. "

They followed a group of people and conveniently threw the guns in their clothes away. Old John became like a dying patient, moaning and groaning. F * ck! On the shoulder of a bandit, he stuttered, "Look for a doctor. You can't breathe. "

"Hey, those people. Do you need help? We can help you. "

These guys who were scared out of their wits were walking when they heard someone in the distance shouting at them with a dignified voice.