C637 It Was a Tragic Event

At this moment, hearing this guy's voice, who's not afraid.

A terrifying scene immediately popped up in the mind of a police officer: He was being stepped on by a sea shark, holding a sharp machete, chopping off his arm piece by piece, causing blood to flow like a river. He couldn't save his life, he couldn't beg for death.

"Brothers, keep the bullets. God, brothers, you can rest assured. I will send you on your way. I hope those few people in Kenny City will remember that I, Clayde, am protecting this city. . . "

Clayde leaned against the wall. At this moment, he was abnormally calm. His voice was solemn and desolate.

"Shortie, stand up straight. Don't pee. "

He saw a police officer dressed in an incompatible police uniform. That fellow had peed for a long time, so he immediately said in disappointment.

"Stop dreaming. Those fellows in the south of the city are all soft eggs. They will definitely not come over, haha. . . " The sea shark fearlessly walked forward, its voice even more terrifying.

In his view, these fellows were all scared to the point of pissing their pants, like sheep that were attacked, gathering together and shivering!

However, at this moment, a group of people approached the broken house from the north. A familiar voice sounded. "Are you still there? I am Foster, Deputy Director Foster. . . "

It was silent inside for more than ten seconds. The shorty who had peed his pants sobbed.

"Yes, yes, still alive. I, I miss my mother. . . "

They were like the living who were hanging on to life and death. As long as they had a bit of strength, they would feel that their strength had increased.

After Forster confirmed that it was his own people inside, he immediately rushed in. After an urgent discussion, he immediately made arrangements. Clayde pretended to surrender and threw out the gun of the dead police officer. When the sea shark and the others approached, he suddenly launched an attack.

As expected, the frenzied sea shark didn't think of this at all. When he came over with his people, feeling that it would be easy for them to succeed, the sound of gunshots rang out.

This guy's movements were quite fast. After a jump, he rolled around with his gun. His speed was so fast that he couldn't even see the red cloth around his neck.

More than half of the 20 bandits died at the scene. The rest of the survivors hid and found a good position. Two machine guns opened fire at them.

Bullets rained down on the wall. In the blink of an eye, countless holes were shot through the weak wall. A few areas that were not sturdy were seriously damaged, and the wall was constantly damaged and falling.

"Deputy Director, Deputy Director, we are not worried about keeping a low profile this time. I request that we rush out now and rush out!" Clayde ran up to Foster and said confidently.

After all, Foster had experienced several battles in Silver Fox Town and had some experience fighting with these bandits. Naturally, he understood the other party's terrifying combat strength and refused with a frown.

"Clayde, shut up. These mad dogs are very difficult to deal with. They're definitely not as simple as you think. If we go out, we'll definitely die for nothing. As long as they're here, we can still. . . "

At this point, he turned his head to look behind him. His meaning was very clear:

If it really wasn't possible, they could retreat temporarily.

Although he knew that if they retreated just like that, they would not have a better ending if they did not get beaten to death by the bandits and fell into Jeffrey's hands.

"Clayde, shut up immediately! If you provoke them like this, these damned fellows will go crazy for revenge. "

The team leader became even more timid.

Foster was extremely anxious now. At the same time, he understood that at this time, he did not expect Jeffrey and the others to send people over. Without even thinking, the other side would definitely also be under immense pressure and refuse to send people to support them.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly broke out at the west checkpoint.

Foster quickly approached a hole in the wall. He opened his eyes wide and looked over. He saw a big guy being chased by two people. That guy jumped onto the sandbag, turned around quickly, and fired.

Cabin's gun instantly turned red. Bullets were fired continuously. A man was dying as he shouted: "Damn bandit, damn traitor Jackson, karma has come, my God. . . "

"It's Captain Dudhua. . . "

. . . "He's not dead. . . "

. . . "Deputy Director, the opportunity has come. "

The police officers could tell that this was Captain Du Dehua.

They had mistakenly thought that he was dead, but this guy was not dead. With responsibility and anger, he was crazily shooting at the bandits!

The opportunity had come!

Foster's confidence burst. He did not need to think too much. The policemen would definitely be excited as well. With such a gunman in the enemy camp, the bandits were pincered from both sides. The situation had turned around all of a sudden.

The counterattack began!

They left two people behind, and the others rushed out from the back, covering each other and firing at the bandits.

Another half an hour of intense tug of war. . .

Finally, the sea shark and the others threw away more than a dozen corpses and disappeared into the night.

The police team led by Foster also paid a painful price. Dehua died in battle.

He died quite miserably. One of his arms was broken, and his lower body was blown up by a grenade. Before he died, his eyes were wide open, and what was strange was that this guy was staring at the southwest.

Foster was very shocked by this matter. Wasn't this fellow's home in the city? Why was he looking at that place at the last minute? Fortunately, Clayde discovered that there was a bandit beside him who had been shot in the abdomen and was still groaning. After asking for a while, this fellow said intermittently:

"He. . . He. . . He kept whispering that the Peacekeeping Federation is coming and that he will be punished soon. . . "

Clayde went up to close his eyes for him, turned around, and was about to leave when he heard Foster solemnly say, "Clayde, write this down in a notebook. "

After a thorough investigation, he discovered that many footprints were heading southeast.

Foster was just about to arrange for someone to follow them when he saw two police officers riding motorcycles over as fast as lightning. One of them jumped off the motorcycle and reported loudly:

"Something happened. Gangtman has arrived at the scene. A group of bandits attacked Yellow River International Hotel. A group of China people were kidnapped and two of them died. Fortunately, we arrived early. "

It turned out that the cunning sea shark had persisted here and secretly arranged for a small leader, Rapei, to sneak into the city to find a place where the people of China gathered. They had ransacked wildly, and the hotel owner, Wang Ming and his wife, had been killed. A large number of tourists and residents had been beaten up.

"Tell me, what exactly was the situation at that time? Where were all the places on Trade Street attacked? What losses did they suffer?" Foster, who had just gone through the life and death test, became much calmer and asked in detail.

Trade Street was a business district that had been developing for more than ten years. It was the most prosperous place in Kenny City. A few people from various countries started to shop here and enjoyed tax exemption. Business was booming.