The driver who was receiving the car did not expect it to be blocked. He could not react so he could only brake suddenly and reverse the road immediately. The militant sitting in the passenger seat had a pale face and immediately notified him on the radio: "This road is not open, we need to choose a new road." His voice was filled with fear and helplessness.

At the same time, in the market, Ston Butch finally responded to Colonel Corchet. Seeing the wound on his shoulder, he said with concern: "Boss, are you okay? Noven accidentally hit you?" Colonel Corchet was pale at this time, and his forehead was covered with sweat. But he ignored Ston Butch's concern, but immediately squirted at Ston Butch: "I told you clearly not to trade, why do you still have to bring the key here?" His voice trembled a little because of anger and pain. The loss of the key made him anxious.

"Now is not the time to blame. Gibran has already chased me." When Ston Butch spoke, he handed over a pistol. Colonel Cocht took the pistol and only had the key in his heart. The loss of the key made him anxious. He simply ordered directly: "Then you go and support, I will suppress the firepower, give me a few more magazines, move quickly." His eyes revealed a determination to not give up until he achieved his goal, and he vowed to get the key back.

"Okay, be careful." Ston Butch also knew the importance of the key. Without any hesitation, he immediately stopped shooting and ran towards the outside of the vegetable market. The market was still filled with smoke and guns and guns. Ston Butch's figure gradually disappeared in the smoke. A new pursuit was about to begin, and the outcome of this battle will determine the future fate of the land. Whether Long Zhan and others can successfully capture Evil and regain the key, and whether Colonel Corchet's wounds can be treated in time, everything is still unknown, and the situation on the battlefield is still changing constantly, which makes people feel heartbroken. In this chaotic battlefield, everyone is struggling for their own goals, life and death are only between the front lines, and the future is full of endless variables.

With Ston Butch leaving, Colonel Cortrolley was alone in the market looking for a favorable sniper point. His shoulders were still bleeding, and every step was accompanied by heart-wrenching pain, but he endured it and traveled through this war-torn area with his tenacious will. The market was in a mess, stalls were overturned, goods were scattered all over the ground, and the ground was covered with bullet shells and blood. Some innocent people hid in the corner, trembling, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair. Colonel Cortrolley looked at all, his heart full of anger and self-blame. He knew that all this was caused by Evil, and he had to end it as soon as possible.

At this time, the pursuit outside the market also entered a white-hot stage. Dragon Zhan was still following Evil closely. His physical strength was already a little exhausted, but the belief in his heart supported him to continue moving forward. Evil ran away desperately, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his steps became heavier. Suddenly, Evil saw an alley ahead, and he felt a move in his heart, thinking that he might be able to escape Long Zhan's pursuit through this alley. So he turned into the alley without hesitation.

When Long Zhan chased the alley, hesitated for a moment, but he followed in. The alley was dark and damp, filled with a rotten smell. The walls were covered with moss, and the stone roads under his feet were bumpy. Long Zhan walked forward carefully, observing the surroundings with vigilance, fearing that Evil would set up a trap in a corner. Evil was hiding in a corner at this time. He gasped and took out a pistol from his pocket, preparing to give him a fatal blow when Long Zhan approached.

Just as Long Zhan was about to reach Evil's hiding place, he suddenly heard a cat cry. He was shocked and stopped immediately, realizing that this might be Evil's trap. He turned around quickly and prepared to find cover. At this moment, Evil rushed out of the corner and shot at Long Zhan. The bullets flew over Long Zhan's clothes, and Long Zhan was not willing to be outdone and immediately fought back. The two started a fierce gunfight in the alley, and the bullets hit the wall, splashing sparks.

On another street outside the market, the long-haired woman was still dealing with the Eville's pickup car. The pickup car kept changing routes, trying to get rid of the pursuit of the long-haired woman. The long-haired woman was clenched tightly. She was skilled in driving and flexibly shuttled the street. Suddenly, the pickup car made a sharp turn and drove into a narrow street. The long-haired woman also turned in, but because the street was too narrow, her car accidentally scraped the wall. Just as she adjusted the body of the car, the pickup car took the opportunity to accelerate and disappeared at the end of the street.

The long-haired woman was very upset, but she did not give up. She restarted the car and chased her in the direction of the car running away. At this time, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and the sky gradually darkened. The cold wind whistled, blowing on her face like a knife. The long-haired woman had only one belief in her heart: she must stop Evil from escaping, and not let his conspiracy succeed.

In the market, Ston Butch had already run out of the market and began to look for traces of Gibran and Eville. He ran along the street, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, he heard a burst of gunfire, his heart tightened, knowing that the battle was still going on. He ran in the direction of the gunfire and soon arrived at an alley. He approached carefully and found that Long Zhan and Eville were fighting fiercely inside.

StonBuch joined the battle without hesitation. He walked around behind Evil from the side and shot at Evil. Evil was shocked when he heard the gunshots. He didn't expect the Dragon War people to catch up so quickly. He immediately turned around and prepared to deal with StonBuch's attack. In the fierce firefight between the three, Evil was gradually at a disadvantage. His bullets were already left and his body was injured.

At this time, the battle in the market was gradually coming to an end. Long Zhan's subordinates gradually suppressed Evil's subordinates with their tenacious fighting will and excellent fighting skills. Evil's subordinates began to flee one after another, and the smoke in the market slowly dissipated. Colonel Corchet felt a little relieved when he saw this scene, but he knew that as long as Evil was not caught, the battle would not end.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the alley, Evil has reached a desperate situation. He watched Long Zhan and Ston Butch approaching step by step, his heart full of despair. He knew that he might not be able to escape today, but he was still unwilling to fail like this. Suddenly, he saw a trash can next to him, and his heart moved. He pretended to be exhausted, squatted down slowly, and then while Long Zhan and Ston Butch were relaxing their guard, he suddenly pushed the trash can towards them, and he turned around and ran deep into the alley.

Long Zhan and Ston Butch were blocked by the trash can. When they pushed the trash can, Evil had already run away. They immediately chased after him, but Evil was very familiar with the terrain of this area. He turned left and right in the alley, and soon disappeared from Long Zhan and Ston Butch's sight.

Long Zhan and Ston Butch did not give up. They continued to search for Evil's traces in the alley. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the alley was pitch black, and only a few dog barking occasionally came from a distance. Long Zhan and Ston Butch walked forward carefully, and the gun in their hands remained alert. Suddenly, Long Zhan heard a slight footsteps, and he immediately stopped and signaled Ston Butch not to make a sound. The two listened quietly, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Long Zhan's heart tightened, and he knew that it was very likely that Evil was back.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed out of the darkness and rushed towards Long Zhan. Long Zhan reacted quickly and immediately avoided sideways. The black shadow pounced on the air and fell to the ground. Long Zhan looked closely and found that it was Evil. Evil was already in a mess at this time, with her clothes scratched and her face covered with dust, but a trace of madness still revealed in his eyes. He got up from the ground and rushed towards Long Zhan again. Long Zhan and Ston Butch immediately started a fierce battle with Evil. In the darkness, the figures of the three people were intertwined, with fists and feet added together, and shouting continued.

After a fierce battle, Evil was finally exhausted and was subdued by Long Zhan and Ston Butch.

The night is like a thick black cloth, pressing heavily on this empty abandoned factory area. The surrounding grass is overgrown, and the withered grass stems are shaking in the cold wind, making rustling sounds, as if they are whispering the story here. The dim street lights emit a faint light, trying to penetrate the darkness, but they can only cast mottled light and shadow on the ground, adding a bit of strange atmosphere to this deadly silent area.

Ston Butch held two rough straps in his hands, and his knuckles turned white with force. His eyes were flashing with flames of revenge, approaching Evil step by step. Every step fell, a small piece of dust raised, as if the concreteization of his long-suppressed anger in the air. "Since you shot me last time, I have been waiting for this day and night, you damn bastard." His voice was low and hoarse, and it spread far in the quiet night. The hatred contained in it seemed that the air around him had dropped several degrees.

Evil was pushed hard by Ston Butch and almost fell down. He stabilized his body, without any fear on his face, but with a playful smile. Just as Ston Butch tied his hands up, Evil suddenly spoke: "No. 320 Proximum Avenue, Southern California?"

Ston Butch, who was originally proud, felt as if he was hit by an electric current when he heard this address. His eyes widened instantly, and the pride on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by extreme shock and anger, as if the most sensitive and vulnerable place in his heart was stabbed hard.

"What? What did you say?" Ston Butch roared, his hands suddenly grabbed Evil's neckline, lifted him up, and then pressed heavily on the dusty ground, raising a choking dust. Evil's body rubbed violently with the ground, but still maintained that joking smile.

"The house is good, man, my life is very comfortable. I promise that as long as you let me go, your wife will not be in danger." Evil's voice was clear and cold, and every word was like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight into Ston Butch's heart. The smug smile on his face looked particularly dazzling in the dim light.

Ston Butch felt a stream of passionate blood rushing to his forehead, and anger had completely occupied his reason. His hands trembled, and he quickly took out a pistol from his waist. The black muzzle directly hit Evil's forehead, his fingers tightly pressing the trigger, as if he was about to pull it in the next second. "If you dare to touch one of her fingers..." His voice became distorted because of anger, almost squeezed out these words from the gap of his teeth.

"You shoot, shoot and everyone will be done together. This is your only chance. I advise you to calm down and consider your wife more." Evil looked straight into Ston Butch's eyes without fear, as if he was telling the other party that he was sure to win.

Ston Butch's hand stopped in mid-air, and his wife Madison's gentle smile and their warm home appeared in his mind. If Evil could report the address so accurately, he might have found his home. Maybe there was danger threatening Madison at this moment. This thought made Ston Butch's heart ache, and he fell into extreme entanglement and struggle.

Long stood quietly aside and witnessed all this. His figure looked particularly tall in the dim light, like a silent guardian. The air around him seemed to have solidified, and the tense atmosphere made people almost breathless. Long's eyes wandered back and forth between Ston Butch and Eville. He understood that Ston Butch was facing the most difficult choice in his life at this moment, and as a bystander, he was not easy to intervene.

"What's wrong? Ston Butch." At this moment, the short-haired woman Nowen hurriedly chased after her. Her hair was a little messed up by the cold wind, and there were fine beads of sweat hanging on her forehead. She was obviously running all the way. When she saw the tense scene in front of her, she was shocked and quickly asked.

"This bastard is going to attack Madison." Ston Butch said viciously, his eyes still staring at Eville, as if he was going to swallow him alive.

"This guy has always been full of lies, calm down." Nowen said, quickly stepped forward, pulled Ston Butch away with both hands, so that the dangerous muzzle would no longer be pressed against Eville's head. A trace of calmness and reason was revealed in her eyes, trying to calm Ston Butch's emotions.
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