C734 Special Suicide Squad

"Zhao, you are very shameless. I have to teach you a lesson today. "

Hobson stood at the door and pulled his face, scaring the people in the yard into hiding. He pointed at Zhao Xiaoming's nose and scolded him rudely.

The truck outside was full of bullet marks and carried a special smell of a chariot.

These were all people who had just returned from the battlefield. They had violent tempers and suppressed their emotions. It was very likely that they would directly resort to violence.

In the various warzones, this sort of warzone syndrome had long since become common.

Even Diana was frightened to the point of taking a few steps back. Those hands that carried the scent of Zhao Xiaoming's body were currently trembling.

If Monika had been fine, she would have been able to suppress the situation. She was in a coma, and the few low-ranking police officers did not even have the courage to explain.

"Killing people is nothing more than a nod to the ground. Uncle Huo, how many life and death experiences have you experienced? As for this, I'll make a call first. . . " He slowly stood up and said indifferently.

He looked at Hobson with a cute gaze and continued, "Calm down, you're already the deputy mayor, yet you still have such a big temper. You just wait.

Prepare the prize money, the good news will come soon. "

"Mr. Zhao, you have no reason to be so arrogant. Really, we. . . " Even Adolf, who had a stiff personality, came over to persuade him.

Adolf had always followed Xiao Qiangbing. He wasn't very familiar with Zhao Xiaoming. Seeing that something big was about to happen, he quickly came over and tried to persuade him in a low voice.

His words of mediation were more about blaming Zhao Xiaoming. He briefly explained the situation just now, and with a hand gesture, he was so anxious that his face turned red.

The more he talked, the faster he got. He was afraid that before he could finish, Old Huo would shoot Xiaoming down.

"Zhao, there is no ever-victorious general on the battlefield, and there is no eternal lucky child. What is the situation now? Do you understand? It is very disadvantageous to you. "

Andy stared at him, hinting at him.

Which one of them didn't understand Hobson's temper? Once he got anxious, other than Xiao Qiangbing, he would never spoil anyone.

Under the murderous gazes, Xiaoming made a phone call. He even said in a low voice, "Uncle Huo, the city's communication signal has been stopped. I was the one who found him.

In the future, please call me smart and divine Xiaoming. Sigh, damn it, this old Taoist. . . "

He contacted the old Taoist.

Since he had contacted the old Taoist, he turned on the hands-free and heard all kinds of messy voices coming out from his hands. Among them, the old Taoist shouted:

"Awesome, Xiaoming, there are more than 60 people. We basically have zero losses. Wait, wait, wait! Whirlwind has gone up. "

The old Taoist priest stood behind a fortification at the south intersection. Accompanied by a group of police officers, he was directing a group of people to charge forward.

These people looked a little special.

Each and every one of them wore prison uniforms and held various kinds of guns in their hands, and they were fighting to the death with John's bandits.

The group of bandits kept retreating and stopped at a crossroad. That place was filled with all kinds of old and worn cars, and no one knew where they had gone.

There was no need to be afraid. Whirlwind was crawling under the car. Monkey Wukong was on a large mango tree, his claws pointing everywhere. He was currently acting as a guide for this side.

About half an hour later, the gunshots gradually became smaller.

The old Taoist, Fatty Liu, and the others came.

A group of police officers were suppressing more than 70 bandits.

Their method of escorting bandits was different from other people's. The bandits took off their pants and tied their belts around their bodies. The people in front and the people behind were tied by ropes, just like a bunch of grasshoppers.

This way, no one would be able to escape. Once they ran, they would be dragged by the people behind them.

Hobson stood there for a long time without saying anything. With a thud, the machine gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Adolf stretched his head and looked at these people carefully. He widened his eyes and said, "Really, really, really?"

"How did you do it?"

Andy was the one who spoke. He was already standing in front of Fatty Liu. He was looking around, wondering if he could see their magical warriors.

In the end, he didn't see anything.

The old Taoist priest was delighted. He raised his phone and ignored the people in front of him. He said over the phone, "Warden Anthony, I'll leave him to you. This is considered a meritorious service.

As for those homeless people, the bonus cannot be deducted. Otherwise. . . "

How did the assault dare to commit suicide get in touch with the prison?

What the hell is going on? Hobson and the others had been thinking for a long time, but none of them could guess. But these people in front of them were real bandits.

Adolf had interrogated two of them in an emergency, and it was very accurate.

It turned out that Zhao Xiaoming suddenly remembered that there were still more than 200 people locked up in the prison.

He asked the old Taoist to find Warden Anthony.

The old Taoist and the others already had police status, and now they were the big shots in the entire city, how could Warden Anthony dare to neglect them?

Although the old Taoist priest and the others had never been to the local prison, the riots around the prison guard brigade were more or less familiar with this place's prison.

After going in, they found out that this was a prison.

It was simply hell on earth. There were rats and cockroaches everywhere, and the supply of public goods was affected. As for these prisoners, let's not talk about them.

He said condescendingly, Give Warden Anthony a chance to improve, and arrange for the prisoners to go out and do some work.

Anthony would have benefits. Once the prisoners were done with their work, they would help chase away the bandit soldiers, and they would be promoted immediately.

Zhao Xiaoming had also received Xiao Qiangbing's proposed method of law-abiding management and realism. The city and home were about to be destroyed, so these people should be used.

It was much better than dying of illness and hunger in prison.

These guys set off.

Everyone fired their guns. Most of them were short-range guns. Only a batch of people who performed well gave the microcharge.

They escorted these fellows to the battlefield. At the intersection point, Fatty Liu and Liang Shuai spent money to gather broken cars and drove them to the road. They drove a bunch of steel barriers alive.

A group of police officers and gunmen were monitoring these special soldiers in the cars.

Liang Shuai held a whistle in his hand. He had promised that he would blow the whistle fiercely and must come back. Whoever ran forward would be considered to have escaped from prison and would be killed immediately.

The old Taoist saw that each of these guys had terrifying looks in their eyes, but they were all skinny and hungry. He directly gave each of them half a piece of bread.

These fellows ate like wolves.

Their eyes were staring at the big boxes beside them. There was not only white bread, but also beer and sausages. As long as they completed the mission, they would come back to manage.

These addiction, the group of gentlemen, swindlers, gunners, gangsters and gangsters went up. . .

These guys had been living a life worse than death in prison. They had been nursing grievances for an unknown period of time. Now that they had eaten, and even used guns to eliminate the bandits, they instantly became a bunch of desperate criminals.

It had only been more than ten minutes, and it was effective.

Compared to the military and police officers, their methods were even more vicious. Another reason was that they were not afraid of death. Facing the bullets, they ran wildly.

However, these guys were physically weak. Many of them had only run a few dozen meters before they fell to the ground when they encountered some obstacles.