I looked at them with their swords drawn and arrogantly. If I were to deal with these people now, I didn't know yet. First of all, in terms of numbers, if I had more than a dozen, I would definitely suffer a loss. To be a hero, you also need to have capital. Secondly, they also have some weapons.

The gun can be seen with the naked eye to be an ordinary police pistol, but if a bullet hits me, I will die. I can't fight them directly in this place.

"Okay, okay, relax, guys, just kidding." I raised my hand slightly, grabbed my backpack, and handed my backpack over. Then I added: "Take it, let me see enough."

"

They were suspicious at first, after all, my attitude was indeed abnormal. But when these people in police uniforms opened the zipper of my backpack, they saw the rich food resources in my backpack, and their eyes immediately revealed

That thought of greed came.

When I saw the man with the gun was about to grab the food from his backpack, I quickly threw off my coat and pulled out the pistol mounted on the vest with my right hand.

"What bad luck, gentlemen."

After saying that, I fired.

Before these people could react, I fired several shots in front of me without even aiming. My attack was very sudden and very fast, which gave me two advantages: I could pull back.

Outnumbered and hiding in the bunker first.

The bullets wounded all the policemen in my sight. Although the bullets in this pistol were not fatal, the advantage of a range gun is that bullets are easy to find, so I shot at these people as liberally as possible.

At the same time, I quickly ran behind a nearby floor-standing billboard, exposing half of my head and pistol to observe their movements.

"Ahhhhhh! Fuck! My legs!"

"What did you do! Damn it!"

I heard the sound of these guys falling to the ground and screaming in pain, which was extremely pleasant to me and the northern wanderers who saw this scene. It wasn't until these people looked at me with panicked eyes that I

I dare to knock the rest of them to the ground in full view of the public. Of course, I can also choose to kill them. Human lives in this city are not a valuable thing now.

However, I discovered that the sound of the shot I just fired also attracted the attention of the nearby security guards. Not only those security guards, but also the exiled citizens were reminded by my tossing. They seemed to want to get involved.

It's to get back what belongs to them.

"What's going on! Where did the gunshots come from? What's the situation here?"

I have already seen that the security guards around me have been attracted by the sound of gunshots. At this time, they have discovered me. Yes, I shot the people and fired the guns. I have no reason not to deal with these people. And the rest

How I deal with it depends on my mood.

It's true that bullets don't have eyes.

Behind the bunker, I fought several times with one of the policemen holding a revolver. This guy didn't seem to pay much attention to the bullets in the magazine, so he kept tilting all the bullets to the bunker where I was hiding. And I

After blindly firing a few bullets, I was suppressed by the opponent. One of his bullets hit my chest, but the bullet from the Good Revolver could not penetrate my vest. When the ammunition in his magazine was exhausted,

At the end of the day, I dared to show my head and knock it down.

This is strange, the bullets of both of us are not fatal. Using bullets with a small amount of powder is, in the final analysis, just shooting at each other. These bullets are simply for better use of shooting range firearms. If the opponent wears thicker armor,

At one point, it is estimated that these bullets will not be able to penetrate.

But I don't need to pursue the damage of bullets, unless I am willing to put bullets into these guys' heads.

Then, I heard different shouts from both sides.

On one side were the security guards who had just arrived at the scene. Some of them were holding shields and sticks. They were shouting: "Kill that bastard!" "He has a gun!" while approaching my bunker.

On the other side were the citizens who had been exiled from Beicheng District and came to this area. Incited by their emotions, they began to pick up all the fighting items around them and tried to join the battle. The reason was very simple. These poor people

Guys want to get back what's theirs.

Then the battle process would become extremely simple. Before I finished firing the bullets in the magazine, all the security guards and policemen fell to the ground. Some were knocked unconscious with brooms, and some were beaten to death in turns.

The only remaining ones are those whose heads were blown off by my bullets or who died from excessive bleeding from the bullet holes.

When there aren't many people on the other side, I naturally won't waste too much ammunition, and with the energy of the civilians resisting, I can basically free my hands and sit back and watch the show.

I rushed forward with an assault ax. Taking advantage of the numerical advantage, I hooked the ax on the shoulder of one of the security guards and removed his weapon. Next, I handed him over to the citizens behind me. The reason for this

It's also very simple. These guys have firearms on them. If a few more shots are fired on civilians, these already pitiful guys will become even more pitiful. Who can calm down in this situation?

According to the above methods, the victory of this conflict has already shifted to my side.

"It's really crazy, isn't it?" I picked up the policeman who was still on the ground and kicked the gun away from him.

"You damn..."

"There are a lot of people like you who act without any rules. Man, in my opinion, if you put on a show, you will always be a show-off. Your name can't even be found as a taxpayer in the southern state. How can you pay taxes?"

"Excuse me?" I shook the knife in my hand and threatened him: "Tell me where you fake police officers come from!"

"Do you know what you are doing?" There was a little anger in his eyes, but because the wound was too deep, he could no longer muster the strength to resist.

"I'm taking a walk, man."

"Bah! Damn you, nothing good will happen if you piss us off!" he said.

"Like this?" I stabbed him in the thigh as a demonstration. The pain made his eyes bulge upwards, and he screamed out in pain.

"fuck...fuck..."

"I know there are many people like you in Nancheng District who waste the police profession, but in fact these professions are no longer important to this city." I explained to him, and at the same time, I looked at the homeless civilians.

At this moment, they are getting back the supplies that were stolen from them in an orderly manner.

"But then again..." I brought the topic back, "Your colleagues shouldn't mind this, right? How many other people do you have? Why do you do this?"

"Go to hell!" He cursed feebly at this time, "We will not let you dirty northerners go! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

I closed my eyes, but I couldn't quite remember when the conflict between the north and the south intensified. Maybe these people were originally police, but they failed to fulfill their responsibilities. The police in the southern states did not do much.

.You must know that the government in each city has an independent army. They are the ones who do the work, and the special service team handles the cases. Compared with these people, they are just a group of power-obsessed and selfish people.

"I'm sorry..." I said the last words to him coldly: "I'm not from the north."
Chapter completed!