Touch, touch, touch...

When a series of gunfire sounded, the two people who were originally in silence in the police car suddenly raised their heads as if they were stimulated. Outside the window, more than a dozen people were shopping in front of a fried chicken shop. Passers-by began to run around. Even the people standing at the end of the street began to turn their heads and run away. A guy who was exercising on a mountain bike almost fell off the car and rolled and crawled to the bottom of an off-road vehicle on the side of the road.

At that moment, two Mexicans shot at the black man at the entrance of the fried chicken shop on the street with guns. One of the two black men hid behind the car, and the other hid under the wall at the entrance of the fried chicken shop. The whole scene was in chaos, which instantly reminded people of the situation where the ** army of a certain African country invaded the city and fought against the government forces on the street with guns.

On the weekend, when I felt the deterrent force of street hooligans, I immediately pulled out my pistols. Before I could rush out of the car, the two Mexicans had already begun to retreat. At almost the same time as they had completely shot out their magazines, they plunged into the alley not far from the fried chicken shop. At the same time, many black people rushed out of the fried chicken shop, carrying guns and chasing them. While chasing, they turned their guns across and shot without any knowledge.

The group of people went crazy and stopped in the police car not far away and no one cared. Amid the gunshots, almost no one moved in the police car on weekends.

But more than a dozen black people rushed out and shot. These people gathered together and turned to the police car and fired one by one. They couldn't stand it. Now they opened the car door and shouted: "Put down the gun! cops." It was equivalent to saying: "Hey, the target is here."

"A fire broke out in the black area of ​​the Central Station, the Central Station, and the black area of ​​C. Two Mexicans took the lead in firing at the black people, shot all the magazines and fled. Then more than a dozen black people rushed out of the neighborhood and chased with guns. No residents were injured. The situation was very dangerous, repeated, and the situation was very dangerous."

I grabbed the walkie-talkie with a gun on the weekend and just finished saying this, Omar's shout came from the street, and that second...

bump!

Another gunshot.

Over the weekend, Omarna, who was half a body on the roof of the car on the side of the road outside the car window, fell down, and then no gunfire came.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain!

The Mexican used two garbage gunmen to hook away the black people in the neighborhood, and the other person hid.

This move is not clever at all, but on the streets where gunfire is everywhere, no gangster can predict this with the shocking gunfire.

"One." The number of people shooting was determined on the weekend. He saw with his own eyes a very conspicuous bald man standing up at the door of the fried chicken shop. This man seemed to have won the battle, and his joy could be seen from behind.

After saying this to Christina, he quickly opened the door, and had no time to go to the trunk to get a rifle and bulletproof vest. He lowered his head and trotted around the body, and fell to one knee when he ran to the front wheel position on the other side of the body.

Christina had no time to continue reporting. She reached out and pressed the sirens, turned on the lights, rushed out of the car, and lay on the edge of the trunk with a gun. At this moment, there was no early warning at all on the weekend. When she saw another man lifting the gun from the door of a car in a fried chicken shop, he locked it directly, put his elbows on the front cover, and quickly pulled the trigger.

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Buzz...buzz...buzz...buzz...

The sirens sounded, and Christina hid behind the carriage and shouted without showing her head at all: "cops! Put down the gun, bastard!!"

The gunshots, sirens, and the policeman's shouts were connected together. The Mexican bald man who had just stood up on the street was shocked and shrank his head. When he looked back, he found that the police car was parked at a place forty meters away from him, which was diagonally opposite. At this time, he calmed down and raised his pistol to a black man in a suit at the door of the fried chicken shop for the second time.

This time it was the weekend. It was not surprising that he did not hit a sneak attack, but even the bandit who planned to kill people with a gun was not scared away, which made people scratch their heads. In other words, he was not afraid of the police, nor the police's shooting skills, nor the police's position at the moral commanding heights. What kind of psychological quality is this?

"Stop shouting, shoot him dead!" This person dared to break into the black area with guns when Mexicans and blacks are so nervous. Such a person will definitely not be an ordinary person. If he really kills people in front of the police, then the police will not want to rebuild their prestige in Montek Town in the future.

When he aimed for the second time on the weekend, he was fully focused and watched the bald Mexican pull the trigger as he once again raised his pistol by raising his pistol.

This is not about killing people. According to my knowledge of Christina on the weekend, this girl must be better than her own shooting skills. He fired to delay the murderer's killing time. The gunshots can disturb my thoughts. No matter how far the other party is from the shooter, as long as the gun is fired, the other party must look back.

Touch, touch.

Puff, puff.

The two shots that were focused on targeting on the weekend were all resting on the wall of the fried chicken shop, and the walls made him dust.

Fortunately, the bandit's attention was diverted, just as he turned around with a gun.

bump.

bite.

A gunshot came from Christina's location, and a Mars point emerged from the roof cover of the car in front of the gunman, and the bullet hit the car's location, no more than half a meter away from the gunman's location.

The gunman immediately gave up his murder plan. He was able to hit the bullets there through long aiming for 40 meters away, which proved that as long as the other party was given enough time, the black female policeman had the ability to pierce the bullets into his body. For the bandit, it was obviously not worth the effort, not to mention that the police support would arrive at any time.

Touch, bump, bump, bump.

The gangster raised his hand and fired six shots at the police car. All six shots that were not aiming were hit on the body of the car. The other side of the car was shot at the weekend. If the bullet could pass through the engine and equipment in the front hood, it would probably have been pierced through the chest at this weekend.

Lower your head.

On the weekend, he hid his head behind the car door at the same time. This grandson was so accurate. Not only was his marksmanship accurate, but the rhythm of each shot was very strong. If the first bullet hits this weekend, the last two bullets would definitely hit Christina. The two policemen were suppressed by him alone and could not raise their heads at all.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...buzz...

The sirens sounded loudly from afar. The gunman looked into the distance and found that the police cars lined up in a long line and the road in the distance had already appeared. At this time of hesitation, he happened to secretly glance on the hood of the car on the weekend. Seeing the gunman being distracted, he quickly grabbed the magazine at the gunman.

Anyway, he is in a safe position...

Anyway, the gunman cannot be allowed to continue to kill people in the street!

Touch, touch, touch...

When Christina heard the shot on the weekend, she turned her head and came out from the rear door close to the trunk. She had no time to aim, and raised the gun and pointed the gun at the rough direction of the gunman's upper body and pulled the trigger.

Touch, touch, touch, touch...

On the streets, guns were fired in pieces.

The gunman was finally suppressed and hid behind the car. In that second, three seconds after shooting the last bullet in the magazine on weekends, the gunman suddenly rushed out from behind the car near the direction of the weekends. He held the gun's head and hit him backwards without turning back, and plunged into the alley.

After seeing this scene, I ignored the bullets fired by the gunman on the weekend. When the other party entered the alley, he immediately ran across the road and ran to the entrance of the back alley where the murderer turned into and looked at the scene. There was no trace!

He had not chased after the weekend, and he had to admit that the shooting skills of his two swords were just a corpse. The guy in front of him successfully killed Omar with a "practical and simple" plan, and shot against himself and Christina with accurate shooting skills. Even the escape route was designed in advance...Professional killer?

It must be a professional killer with military experience!

broken.

"Kerry, Zhou."

The person who walked out of the first police car that arrived was Heisenberg. He got off the car and put on a bulletproof vest. The second action was to pick up the rifle from the car, hold the rifle and aim all the way to the alley next to the fried chicken shop. When he got close, he found that there was no abnormality and then retreated and asked, "Are you okay?"

He didn't ask if anyone was caught or not, but first asked about the safety of his companions.

"Zhou, are our people injured?"

Derek came in person, and he walked over with a gun with a bulletproof vest on his shirt.

For a time, six police cars came in the town, and six police cars blocked the streets at two ends. Some of the other police officers were busy pulling the yellow line, and some started cleaning up the field. When the scene was cleared out, the commando and ambulance arrived.

He reached out to pull Derek's arm over the weekend and said, "Here, this time it's a little trouble."

He said everything he had just seen, including the military moves of the other party shooting in a sideways position when he was fighting back.

"What do you mean?" Derek asked.
Chapter completed!