On the streets of New Mexico, Chekov lit up the whole night alone. He burst into uncoverable light under the street lights, and used his falling bodies to declare to everyone who saw all this that as long as the battle begins, he will be the king!

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Rush! Rush! Rush! Rush!

This city built by reinforced concrete is his forest, and only this bear can run with a sensation...

When Chekov slid down from the Audi car, his steps set off a bloody storm on the street. The reckless man used his burning blood to attract everyone's sustenance. On the weekend in the distance, he even felt that this guy had never considered asking others for help when he jumped out of the car, nor had he ever restrained the Mexicans in front of him to wait for support. His purpose was to vent his past self and wanted to find his former self in the burning blood. This was a memory that belonged to him, a memory that others could never participate in.

"Qi, be careful!!!"

He suddenly roared over the weekend, and when he came out of the back of the car and raised his eyes to look at the Mexican who was about to disappear on the corner of the street, he saw the guns that the Mexicans showed.

Mexicans are not fools. These people cooperated on the streets with tacit understanding and even Pablo's people could not pose any threat to him. How could they not know that their tail was bitten hard?

Bang!

The Mexican, who raised the pistol, pulled the trigger, the bullet rushed out along the chamber, and the bolt mechanically stretched and contracted forward and backward at that moment, and the flames remained at the muzzle.

Facing the oncoming bullets, Chekov did not slow down at all without fear. The bullets seemed to be afraid of this power, and with a "knock" sound, sparks exploded on the roof of a car in front of him.

It’s not that Chekov has the confidence that the opponent will not hit him, but that he knows the rules of this life-and-death battle too much. No one in this world can hit him as a mobile target at a distance of 70 meters with a pistol. What else are you afraid of?

"He's crazy!"

The detective who had been squatting behind the Beetle's classic car finally stood up from behind. When he saw the man in front of him running and chasing like lightning on the street, thinking about the fierceness of the group of Mexicans, the detective had only this sentence in his mind to describe the amazement in front of him.

Over the weekend, I turned my head and looked at the detective not far away: "Who did you say is crazy? Chekov?"

The moment the name was spoken on the weekend, the detective behind the Beetle's classic car suddenly turned to look at the weekend. Chekov. The name suddenly exploded in his mind. He was once the pride of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. That was when Chekov just won the Los Angeles Police Department's shooting championship in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. However, within a few days the name became everyone's nightmare, because Chekov increased the complaint rate of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department by 70%.

Now, Chekov has become the nightmare for these Mexicans.

"Boss, the rattlesnake and the machine gun are all dead."

Dada dada...

The Mexican, who used an AK47 to suppress the police car at the corner, turned around and shouted at the guy who had had a conversation with Nicholas.

This is not a good thing. Everyone knows that after the gunfire in the streets of Los Angeles, police support will arrive soon. Within ten minutes, all streets in this area will be completely blocked. At that time, the helicopter on the head will turn on the searchlight and report their location at any time, and the surroundings will be filled with police cars flashing red and blue light!

In other words, being bitten by the brown bear in front of you for one more minute means that the lives of these people are slowly disappearing invisibly. Of course, if they are willing to be responsible for the half ton of poisons and immediately raise their guns and surrender, they may not be shot dead on the spot, but that is enough to sentence the only five people left to death. What's more, they killed the police!!

"Ak to me."

The man called the "Tail" was so fierce that someone must stand up and stop the brown bear, otherwise no one of these people would be able to escape.

"Boss, what did you say!"

The Mexican reached out to snatch the ak47, handed the pistol over, and cursed in Spanish with a cold face: "Don't you have to obey orders if you take off your military uniform!"

Under the street light, four big men who often struggled on the brink of death suddenly held them all in. These words without any passion and pride made their heads throw their lives in Los Angeles.

No one knows what the result of staying behind is. Not to mention whether the brown bear can be killed. The wasted time alone is enough to make the police station support teams surrounded the streets. Even if their leader kills the patrol officers who are catching up with him. The group of detectives behind will definitely bite him desperately, and the final situation is still...

But he still chose to stay, and at such a critical moment, he was as cold-blooded as if he had left the rattlesnake to stay in the suppression detective. At that time, he knew that the rattlesnake would probably be beaten to death by the police who rushed in from the back door of a Mexican restaurant, but this order must be given, just as a person must be left to stop the brown bear!

The man's face did not even show any values, no expectations, and no last wish. He was so cold that he knew in his heart that if he didn't stay, none of the people around him could stop the rushing pace of the opposite side...

soldier!

Iron Blood!

Four Mexicans quickly disappeared around the corner of the street. And he, holding an ak47, stepped onto the trunk of the car, and shot directly in a kneeling position when the second he showed his head.

Thirty meters, Chekov was only thirty meters away from the man. This distance was within the range of ak47. Chekov had to hide at this time. In fact, when the Mexican appeared in Yu Guangzhong, he had already rushed sideways from the side close to the road into the cracks between the two cars.

Dada dada...

Three consecutive hairs landed on the road, but Chekov 's slap' flat slap at the joints of the two cars and laughed out loud: "Hehehehe..."

This honest laughter will only be revealed when he is extremely happy. His current state does not need to be explained at all!

Chekov, who had gotten up, squatted behind the car and prepared for a little while, then he showed all his combat qualities. This is his true strength.

He kicked his feet hard, and Chekov rushed out in the opposite direction of the position where the fish had just jumped back. He just rushed out and quickly rolled his tall body in a fast movement. At the moment, the rolling was over. When he knelt on the ground, half of his body was stuck in the inner side of the window wall of a shop door on the street. The gun that had been holding in his hand was immediately raised, and he quickly stuck the gun in his shoulder and killed the killer.

The Mexican made the brown bear shake and was a little unresponsive. He only saw a figure. When the figure stopped moving, he had already lost the best shooting opportunity!

In the same second, the Mexican directly raised his feet and kicked him hard on the glass of the rear window of the car, relying on this push to make his whole body slide backwards...

bump.

When the kick was over, the Mexican disappeared from the trunk of the car. He almost slid into the gap between the two cars on his knees. The sequelae of this was that his knees hit the body hard on the car as soon as he slid down. After twisting his body and turning his back, he stuck on the bumper of another car. He closed his eyes in pain!

hiss!

Take a breath!

Dada.

Two bullets were fired along Chekov's muzzle, and the bullet flew over the Mexican's figure. The moment he fired, Chekov thought he had succeeded. Unexpectedly, this Mexican seemed to have a ruthless force on his body that others could not understand, otherwise...

After the first miss tonight, Chekov slowly ran out of the bunker with a gun in his arms. He took small steps to a point where others could not understand. No one who has not experienced the war would know how important the sentence "No matter how cautious it is, it is not to be cautious" is to a soldier.

null!

A collision sound came from the car body beside Chekov. Just as Chekov was erecting a gun to aim, the car started to flash in an instant, and the anti-theft alarm that disturbed the mind suddenly sounded.

Buzz...beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...

In theory, Chikov should have been no longer unfamiliar with this voice, because most cars on this street are flashing with double flashes and sounding anti-theft alarm sonata, but the distance between this car and Chikov is different. This is a car less than one meter away from Chikov. At present, the Russian brown bear is in full preparation for war and may encounter shooting at any time. In this state, the cars around him suddenly came to scare people and make a life-threatening noise. Chekov had not thrown the muzzle and pulled the trigger directly. It was normal for his heart to be beaten and his mind to be restless.

Swish!

Chekov was startled by the sound and immediately shook his head and looked over. Even his fingers that were pulled on the trigger were slightly contracted. When everything was still in a stable state, he slowly returned to his usual search.

Just as Chekov held a gun and looked over the edge of the car body, a figure holding an ak appeared behind the direction he inspected. The figure held the muzzle of the ak47 and smashed it down fiercely with the gun!

It's too late.

When Chekov's aftermath was attracted by the figure of another person on the ground, he had no time to avoid the attack. At this moment, he finally understood why the Mexican didn't squat in the trunk of the car and shot against him. It was not because he killed their people and shocked the other party, nor because the other party was afraid of losing both sides. It was because he had completely lost the bargaining chips to fight for life and there were no bullets in the magazine.

Otherwise, how should we explain the current situation?

A Mexican with bullets in a gun uses a stock to smash his opponent in a life-and-death game?

What a joke!

Instinctively, Chekov stretched out his left hand and pressed it upside down to block the back of the head, neck, spine and other important parts, both shoulders and the entire back...

bump!

When the sound of the butt stock hitting the right shoulder was heard, Chekov tilted his shoulder violently. The opponent chose to smash the butt stock on his right shoulder. The paralysis caused by the strong impact of the big tendon on his right shoulder made Chekov unable to hold the gun, and the ak in his hand was thrown out under the paralysis.

despair.

The gun that had been protecting him and had made him hit the ground, lying quietly in a slight bounce.
Chapter completed!