C735 They Were Supporting and Killing Xiao Ming

Zhao Xiaoming and the others won a major victory against the bandits.

Affected by this, Hobson and the others naturally sighed. Each and every one of them was sincerely convinced. They immediately started to move again.

A new round of arrest began.

This time, not only did they engrave their names on the monument, but they also had a tragic feeling. They also had confidence. Zhao Xiaoming can even make those prisoners. What are these military and police officers lacking?

"Mr. Deputy Mayor, I have another way that might work. " Adolf found Hobson and sincerely brought it up.

This guy also mentioned the prisoners and homeless people.

"This is not good. We are still the deputy mayor. . . " Hobson said awkwardly.

Zhao Xiaoming had used this method. If they used it again and spread it, it would not sound good.

At this moment, Foster walked over and whispered, "How about this, sir? I'll go and see if they are willing. "

It was decided.

But in the eyes of those with discerning eyes, Xiao Qiangbing's team was naturally more skilled.

Until noon, the battle was exceptionally intense.

John was under immense pressure. Monkhu's orders came one after another.

Not only that, Commander Joel from the headquarters had already cursed him countless times over the phone. Fortunately, this fellow had found a good excuse: the other party always made people cut off communications signals. Perhaps they even monitored the signals and could not make calls.

Both sides went over perfunctorily, and he was clear that. . . That was also temporary. If he lost miserably, the two big shots would definitely not let him off lightly.

He was also throwing caution to the wind. Whatever he smoked, ate, drank, boxes of bullets were all fired. He sat in the middle of a fortification. Behind him stood his subordinates who he had brought with him. He looked at the battlefield in the distance and instructed Parker:

"Notify. Notify that we cannot lose this battle. As long as we win, we can consider taking over their City Hall. At that time, we will wait for the support of the Feral Tiger Organization. They will have three days off. Ask them to take whatever they want and play as they wish. "

"Boss, can we. . . " Pierre had been with him for a few days. Knowing that he was burning with anxiety, he quickly suggested.

The two of them immediately reached an agreement:

Tell all the bandits to charge with all their might. As long as they rushed out, they could rob anywhere. When a woman got money, they would rob everything they got.

There is no need to turn it in.

In the past, they had done this before, but they still had to turn it in. They did not even need to hand over valuable items now.

This type of temptation was incomparably great.

Hobson's group of several, each group had brought quite a few prisoners, starting to risk their lives.

Just half an hour after the exchange of fire, they discovered the problem:

Completely ignoring the other party's strength and spirit of not fearing death, the bandits were like injected with stimulants. Many of them had clearly taken a shot, or had the prisoners cut them in half, but they were simply afraid of death and kept charging forward.

Looking helplessly at his brothers charging continuously and being attacked back and forth, Hobson tore open his clothes with a ripping sound and went forward barehanded.

After a few charges, the gunfire in the front camp became even more intense.

The sounds kept ringing, but the situation seemed to be much better.

Andy was in charge of monitoring the situation at the back. Adolf rushed over from other places. When he heard that Hobson had already rushed up, he said happily, "Captain Andy, we are very lucky. There has always been an old battalion commander with us.

I can proudly tell you that Mr. Hobson is in Silver Fox Town. . . "

Naturally, he began to talk about Hobson's heroic deeds and the spirit of taking the lead.

But at this moment, he heard a commotion in the crowd in front of him.

A group of military and police officers carried a person and quickly retreated, shouting anxiously.

They retreated, and the formation behind them struggled to close up.

During this process, many more bandit soldiers charged forward. The people who were held up struggled to break free from the support of others. They spat out black blood and shouted stubbornly:

"Boys, hang on, hang on. . . Cough cough, hang on, the Worker's Association. . . Cough cough, I'll be back soon. "

Andy and Adolf could clearly see that it was the hero in their hearts, Deputy Mayor Hobson.

Hobson's ribs, legs, and arms were all injured.

He walked with great difficulty. Two amateurs were bending down and running, trying their best to wrap his wounds.

When he was in front of them, he could clearly see the white bones exposed from the wound on his calf. It was bloody and the white flesh was overturned. It was a horrible sight.

He lay behind a car and started to bandage his wounds. Seeing his angry look, Andy did not dare to offend Huwei. He said carefully, "Old Battalion Commander, let's, let's go. "

He wanted to tell Xiao Qiangbing, or ask Zhao Xiaoming's team for help. When the words came out of his mouth, no one dared to say it.

Hobson ate a lot of anti-inflammatory medicine. His throat swelled for a long time before he swallowed it. Then, he said in surprise, "F * ck, bastard, immediately. . . Cough, cough. Zhao Xiaoming, Zhao Xiaoming. "

At this point, no one dared to refute him.

Andy continued to protect the current situation with his men. Adolf quickly went to find Zhao Xiaoming.

Zhao Xiaoming was currently busy, and he set up a huge formation in the camp:

The few of them sat behind the table. In front of them were the bandits that they had just captured. They looked like they were really going to be interrogated by the Three Halls.

This kind of interrogation was to ask the captives to tell them about the other party's current situation.

They had just interrogated a few of them.

Diana was serving him from behind. This fellow first bragged about his glorious history in the country for a long time before fulfilling his duty as the presiding judge.

This caused the old Daoist, Marshal Liu, and the other two, who had just become police officers, to hesitate several times. Before they could even get angry, Xiaoming had already begun.

However, it was a little unfavourable for them to start from scratch. The three fellows who had been interrogated at the beginning, one deaf, One mute. One of them even had two bullets shot on his cheek. He kept saying that he didn't know what was going on.

Plus, this fellow's words were just a local tongue, so no one could understand what he was saying.

Adolf came.

After all, Xiaoming and the others seemed to be working. He walked to the back and nodded politely. There was something urgent going on. Xiaoming put on a straight face and immediately showed an unhappy expression:

"I have many ways to deal with him. Believe it or not, just give me Meng Kehu. I can do hundreds of ways to deal with him. I only need two hours. "

Fortunately, Adolf already knew his temper. He smiled and nodded. He waited until his expression became natural before saying anxiously, "Officer Hobson is seriously injured. Please help him. "

After listening to him briefly, Zhao Xiaoming's arrogant face slowly changed.

"Stupid. Even the stratagem of Empty City can't be used repeatedly. My tactic is called striking out a surprise attack. He must have taken precautions later on. I'm not a god. "

"Brother Xiaoming, he said that you are now the commander-in-chief of the city. " Adolf rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "You think I don't know how to do it? After learning from my brother for such a long time, my IQ has increased by several points. " He immediately held it up for him.