The priest was still very majestic. When he was wearing a black suit and pointed the gun in his hand at the Mexican, he was still as handsome as Jiang - Hu Brother.

call.

The wind blew at night, and the priest's tie fluttered along the wind. At that time, Evan Basdale's face still had a fierce look on his face. His frowning and glaring could still show the fighting spirit of the world and rising on the streets.

What he wants is lost face.

Catch the bald head, kill him, and get back face. In that case, when he returned to Montek, he was still a priest with glory because he was still alive, but the one who killed him died.

So, he brought a total of three people, one of whom was a black man who had just been promoted, and the other two were people who had been with the priest for four or five years and were not unfamiliar with the shooting and killing people.

The night is low, and the yellow sand in the wind brings up a solemn atmosphere.

This is a place suitable for killing people. At least, the murder will not cause any other person's ideas, there will be no reports from neighbors, nor will helicopters and searchlights be chased overhead like New York and Los Angeles.

Evan Basdale pointed his pistol at the head of the Mexican: "One last chance, after killing you, we will drive back and waste some oil at most!"

The Mexican just lowered his head and kept twitching, and the snot on his mouth and saliva stuck together. When a dying person showed such a look in this situation, it was probably because he regretted that he had no meaning to die and wanted to survive.

bump.

The first gunshot came at night, and the gunshot spread out from the wilderness with the priest as the center.

The Mexican fell down and looked at the sky. In the darkness of the night, blood was constantly coming out of the gunshot wound on his chest. After being covered with yellow sand, the white T-shirt was once again occupied by Yinhong. It was a color that the T-shirt had never had when it was sent out of the factory.

Evan had to fire this shot, and he had to prove to his men that the priest was not old and could still take action when he was supposed to kill, and could still suppress the black area when he was supposed to come forward.

"go back."

He was not ruthless and did not leave too many expressions after killing others except for being fierce. The priest tried his best to maintain his image.

There is a very philosophical saying that fits a priest very well, that is, no matter how well a person is disguised, the aspect that is disguised is always what he lacks the most.

Turning around, the priest found himself old. His heart was beating wildly when he was killing people. No matter how he suppressed it, he would feel that his heart was about to break through his chest.

This is not a physical reaction without reason. If the Mexican told him the location of the bald killer, then it would be a death battle tonight. On the contrary, after the priest killed two people, what would await him next was bloodier revenge, and it was even now certain that the revenge would be even more cruel than the last street gun battle.

As an old man, he no longer had the fearless heroism he was young, and had enough money to live a leisurely life on the beach in Hawaii. Why did he die in the street melee? Why did he have to control the black area of ​​Montek?

The priest figured it out and he was leaving Montek.

The priest, the man who ruled the black area, the man who even Omar had to accept, the tt gang could not make him bow his head, and the man who did not scare him several times of attacks actually wanted to run away!

Or ran away without knowing the outcome of this battle.

At this time, the priest was shocked by his thoughts. The thoughts in his mind were too unreasonable. Haven’t he lost yet?

Until this second, the black men following the priest turned their heads towards the car did not know Evan's thoughts.

Wow.

The wind continued to blow, and the light from the headlights of the car could clearly see the yellow sand in the wind. At the same time, behind the soil buns not far away, two figures were approaching quickly. Unfortunately, the distance was less than thirty meters.

The sound of footsteps stomping on the yellow sand kept ringing. Instead of taking big steps, the two men rushed forward with pistols and moving forward in small steps. When they were only ten meters away from the priest, the black man next to the priest looked back.

Because the footsteps are becoming more and more obvious, the distance of more than ten meters is enough to make the light footsteps attract attention on such nights.

bump.

Another gunshot.

Table Tennis.

A spark suddenly appeared on the top of the car in front beside the black man. The effect of the bullet passing by during the high-speed rotation scared him.

When he looked back and looked over carefully, he saw a very small Mexican behind him aiming a pistol at him, and Yu Guangzhong, there was a bald head who was more attractive than a small Mexican.

“fuc…”

bump.

The black man didn't even swear, and the second gunshot followed one after another. This time, the small Mexican didn't adjust his breathing while running. The moment the black man was frightened, he immediately made up for the second shot. This gun was stable, and his feet stepped on the yellow sand on the ground. Before shooting in a standing position, his other hand was held on the wrist of the gunman.

He is left-handed.

The black man was hit. The shot made him look like someone punched him in the chest. His entire upper body suddenly flocked back, and before he could make a second move...

Touch, touch.

Two more gunshots.

Hei Chan was hit in a row, and these two shots made him shake his body left and right, and eventually he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Four consecutive shots were heard in less than two seconds. After the gunshot, the black man holding mp5 in his hand was dead. His chest was pierced through, and another shot was shot to the liver.

The actions made by the priest and three other black men at the same second of the gunshot were embarrassing. Those who survived the street fighting, their first reaction when the gunshot was that ordinary people would squat when they were frightened, raised their hands and squatted down and bent over and ran forward with their butts on their backs.

The person who rushed out was a priest. He took four steps in two seconds and ran forward with his life. He had already reached the gap between the fronts of the two cars.

bump.

The bald man next to the small Mexican shot. He was also more than ten meters away and hit the back of another black man with the first shot with a gun in one hand. This man just killed a Mexican who was almost made into a roast suckling pig, but in this second, he was shot down.

The bald man was very confident. When his opponent was frightened by the gunshots of his companions, he knew that these guys would definitely die here, because these guys had not received any training. After facing the sudden gunshots, he subconsciously reacted not to fight back but panic.

In the blink of an eye, the two black people died in a bad life, and the two black people had not even formed a sense of counterattack in their minds!

However, the last black man finally reacted after his two companions fell down. The desperate spirit was a little ruthless in the street. He raised his gun to the bald man at a critical moment of life and death. This time, the bald man was not as fast as him, at least the gun had not moved.

Win?

It's too early.

The bald man immediately chose to kneel down on one knee almost the moment the black man aimed at him. In this way, the black man had just raised the gun immediately lost his target. The black man knew that he wanted to adjust the gun down, but he had already seen the bald man raise the gun before the gun was adjusted. In that second, the black man was panicked and chose to shoot before the adjustment was made.

bump!

The moment the gunshot shook the darkness, the bald man had already won. His strong psychological quality made him not dodge any action when the gunshots were fired. He just blinked hard when the gunshots came out. At the same time, he firmly believed that the black man must have shot the gun in a wrong way and adjusted the gun.

The bald man was betting on life with this black man. A special forces soldier who had truly experienced the rain of bullets on the battlefield used his experience of seeing countless deaths on the battlefield to bet on life with the black man.

The black man's shot was crooked, and a wisp of dust broke out not far behind the bald man.

bump.

Touch, touch.

The bald man seized the opportunity to calmly shoot, and then fired three shots in succession. Each shot was fired after the bullet was fired, and the pistol recovered from the recoil of upward inertia before pulling the trigger again.

The last black man fell down, shot his head and two shots in the back. He first hit the back of his hand, which was squatting in fright, and the last shot hit the back of the head.

No mistakes.

At this moment, the priest who rushed to the front of the two cars originally planned to let the people behind him hold on for a while, at least until he opened the car door. At that time, he swore that he would start the car as soon as possible, turn around, and ignore everything that happened in Montek town again, and step on the accelerator until the end of the world would not stop.

Unfortunately, when everything was over, the priest knew that he could not escape. The appearance of these two people had blocked his life. The two people did not have the ferocity and fearlessness of youth in the street fighting. The expressions on their faces were cold and numb to deprivation of life.

The priest now understands why people in the martial arts world always like to say, "The world is the world". This is not a heroic word, but a cowardice, but a kind of fear that has caused bloody storms when other powerful professions have penetrated into the martial arts world. The world is the world. The correct analysis of this sentence should be 'Only when people in the martial arts world face the martial arts world, the world is the world'.

"I can give you money!" The priest wanted to say this.

This has become the last amulet: "I can give it to you..."

bump!

bump!

Touch, touch.

Touch, touch.

Six guns.

The small Mexican and the bald man fired three shots at Evan Basdale. A few days ago, the two of them had watched Evan on the second floor of an ordinary house in the black area, as if what they were watching at that time was already dead.

The priest, who was once extremely glorious, almost turned around two circles between two cars not far apart before kneeling on the ground. When he fell down, his feet changed from kneeling to tilting back and left.

The priest was dead, and he knew that even though he still had a little consciousness in his mind, his control over his body was constantly passing away. After a second, he couldn't even move his fingers.

At that time, the only thing that the priest could remember was that when he was just a member of the gang forty years ago, a black girl had joined him because of his identity as a bad boy. The voice of this picture was the sentence he said before his first boss died in the hospital bed after being shot: "When you want to leave the gang, you will find that it is too late to become a gang member and bring the first happiness in this identity."

The priest's eyelids slowly blinked again, and after that, his face was frozen forever.

The bald man walked over, first stepped on the priest's hand holding a gun, then raised his hand and forced himself to point it at the priest's head and fired another shot.

"Look for what to eat."

After saying this to the small Mexican, the bald man took out his cell phone and dialed a phone number: "The priest is dead." There was no sign of concern in his words.
Chapter completed!