C66 Adventurer's Forward Charge

Now that Whirlwind had gone through the last battle, the old Taoist had given it five or six sausages at once.

This fellow was just getting excited when he jumped out of the carriage and rushed forward.

When those people saw such a big fellow coming up, shooting and swinging knives, Whirlwind was so scared that he turned around and ran away. As he ran, he turned around and barked. He seemed to be very unwilling to give up.

"It's just a broken gun, brothers. . . " In the darkness, someone shouted.

They observed that there seemed to be no military police or armed personnel in the car. There was only one with a gun. In order to survive, even the dog rushed down to scare people.

Who were the people on the streets of Mendelu? Ordinary hooligans would not live more than three days. They were all bloodthirsty people!

After listening to the leader's words, a group of people rushed out from a spot three or four meters away from the car. They were noisy and rushed over.

"Whirlwind, and Wukong, I can't let people bully you. . . " the old Taoist muttered. He was also afraid in his heart. What if these people came up? How could he still live?

Thinking of this, he leaned against the driver's seat and fired a few shots in front of him.

However, this old Taoist also had potential. If he didn't kill the other party, he wouldn't be able to survive. Indeed, he had defeated two of them.

"Kill them, hurry up. . . " The leader shouted frantically. He jumped very high in an instant and fired a few shots at the car.

"Commander, I'll give you the chance, hurry up!" Xiao Qianbing saw the crowd getting closer and closer. Not only was he not afraid, he was even excited.

Just now, he called "Whirlwind" down to draw the enemy closer. That small caliber rifle of the old Taoist was more than a hundred meters away, but its lethality was not good, let alone accuracy.

In addition, the closer he got and the more threatened he was, the better the old Taoist priest could perform.

Now he urged Liang Shuai again.

Liang Shuai squatted in the car and fiddled with boxes of bullets. He picked them up and put them in front of his eyes and looked at them seriously. He smiled bitterly and suspected, "Qiang Zi. You, you, aren't you digging a pit for me?"

He did not move after a long time. The old Taoist hit his elbow and scolded him angrily.

"Marshal, you are so slippery. You are all up here. There are no bullets left. "

"You are up, you are up. . . " Liang Shuai said in a trembling voice. He suddenly shot at a guy in front of him.

The gun rang.

That guy was still running forward when Liang Shuai sat on the ground. He was so scared that he closed his eyes and held onto the carriage. He was about to jump out of the carriage and run away when the old Taoist yelled excitedly:

"Marshal, handsome, let's do it. "

Liang Shuai looked over hesitantly and saw that fellow kneeling on the ground with his head on the ground!

"Let's do it, there's nothing wrong with it. . . " Xiao Qiangbing shouted again.

Liang Shuai looked like he had found a treasure. He held the old high-pressure air gun in his hand and raised it to shoot.

To him, the ambushers in the distance were not scary at all. They were just a bunch of big birds and sparrows. Anyway, there were plenty of bullets. It was not a problem to waste them. He just wanted to play with them.

Now, not only did he hit them very accurately, his movements were also much more graceful and swift.

Sometimes he jumped, sometimes he knelt, and he would shoot wherever he wanted. Fatty Liu was excited when he saw this. He stepped on the accelerator and boldly crashed into the ambushers. Just as he was about to crash into them, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and returned to the road.

"Qiang Zi, Qiang Zi, quickly tell me. What a god! That marshal, what's going on?"

Fatty Liu Xing looked at Xiao Qiangbing with a look of urgency, as if he would suffocate to death if he did not know the secret.

This method was known very little in the military and police forces, but it was definitely a super awesome technique.

In other words, when a lot of new recruits came to the army, they were like treasures at home. Once they held a gun, they would easily tremble. In addition, there were some years of strict gun control. The leaders were afraid that something would happen, so they did not shoot enough.

That year, Xiao Qiangbing participated in the entire district's combat competition. He brought a group of his comrades and did not play with any new weapons, but played with air guns and birds.

Birds flying all over the place became targets for shooting. They were moving, and they were static. In any case, air guns were less dangerous.

He would buy a box for a few cents. A few hundred dollars would be enough for him to fight for a few days, but he had to give it a try.

Those newbies were the same as Liang Shuai now. They no longer had any mental pressure and performed even better. They were almost all sharpshooters with ten points in one shot.

Of course, he could not tell Fatty about this. He looked at him seriously and said with some regret and encouragement, "All of you can do it. If you had followed me earlier, you would have been awesome. "

When Fatty heard this, he lowered his head and looked at himself. Immediately, he felt his whole body was full of energy. He vigorously drove forward.

After rushing past five or six intersection points, the number of people appearing in front of him became fewer and fewer. Xiao Qiangbing was still puzzled. Was he going to rush out? He saw a situation on a road to the east:

More than a dozen fanatics jumped out of a black car. The bullets were shining brightly, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at them.

"Commander, commander, squat down. . . "

Xiao Qiangbing felt that something was wrong and immediately sent out a warning.

But it was already too late. The bullets came in secret.

The old Taoist priest was lying in the carriage like a corpse. He was so scared that he forced his eyes to open. He heard the bullets shoot through his stomach. Liang Shuai immediately hid behind the driver's seat. At first, he heard the thick steel plates in the carriage. He was hit so hard that he even realized that the cotton blanket behind him had a good protection of sand. He only felt that his legs had sunk. He plopped down onto the ground.

"It's over, it's over. Mine is out. "

Xiao Qianbing's heart sank. He patted Fang Yitong gently, ready to throw caution to the wind.

In an inconspicuous place on the first floor of the Nightclub, the Blackberry Princess and John were lecturing a refined man.

This man was called Flint, a veteran reporter from the famous local Crown Prince Morning Post. Because he had been taking John's money for a long time, he could come here to play with women for free. Therefore, he was accepting a special mission:

Later, he would go out and interview the news of the Chinese barging into the Mendelu district.

"Miss, I will work hard and write them down with a pen as heavy as a rafter. I will choose a good angle. They came here to cause trouble and were trying to cause trouble. They were robbing things and attracted even more powerful fanatics. They were. . . "

Flint's face was red and there were fine droplets of water on his hair. He must have just been pulled out from the bathroom.

His idea was too simple. Norma used to watch BS TV in-depth reports about how black people were. She looked at him with disdain and glanced at a thug behind him.

"Ah. . . " The thug suddenly raised his leg and kicked Flint's joints. It hurt so much that he immediately knelt on the ground. He was so scared that he kowtowed like a chick pecking at rice.

At this moment, the camouflage uniform man hurriedly walked in and said a few words to John's face.

John immediately flew into a rage and kicked Flint's shoulder, causing him to stagger.

"He is indeed the princess's arch-enemy. He is the police officer of China, Shaw. This time, the article is even easier to write. It says that he has been colluding with women and that he sells human trafficking. It's up to you. It's fine to say that he came here to have fun. Just write the story of your affair just now to him. . . "