Corn field.

Zhang Xianguang and others shot less than ten shots from Chen Wenhao and others, and the other party fell down and retracted back to the cornfield.

"Damn it, don't be in love with the fight. The police will come soon as the gunshot sounds!" Zhang Xianguang waved his hand and shouted: "Go away quickly, Lao Pu covers it!"

After saying that, Zhang Xianhui, Lao Zhu and He Zhengyuan passed quickly and ran directly to the village. Lao Pu and Yang Xin, whom he was holding, opened fire and continued to suppress Chen Wenhao.

In the cornfield, Chen Wenhao jumped and cursed: "These B-raised guys must have waited for the gunfire just now! Dog basket, now the police are all drawn!"

"Brother, let's go!" Another young man pulled Chen Wenhao and shouted.

"Damn it, I won't leave, no one will leave!" Chen Wenhao stared at the cornfield, hid in the cornfield, and then shot wildly at Yang Xin and Lao Pu.

After the two sides shot each other a few more shots, more than a dozen policemen rushed out of the cornfield deep in the dirt road and had already exchanged fire with Zhang Xianguang.

"Go, go quickly!"

Zhang Xianguang turned around and pulled Yang Xin, staggered and rushed to the roadbed with him and Lao Pu, and arrived at the edge of the village.

"Go over there, there are gunshots over there!"

After Geng Fengxi chased after him, he pointed to Chen Wenhao's direction and shouted a few words, then took a step and led the people to chase them in the direction where Zhang Xianguang and others fled.

After entering the village, Yang Xin's mouth bleeded, and his chin poked on Lao Pu's body, and he shouted in a hurry: "Brother, it seems like I was shot in the back!"

Old Pu was stunned and roared in a low voice: "Don't worry about so much. I'm not dead now, I have nothing to do. Let's go out together!"

“Buzz!”

As soon as he finished speaking, two or three police cars drove over the road on the left side of the village. The speed was extremely fast, and dust was floating on the crushing land.

On the small road in the village, He Zhengyuan glanced back and shouted immediately: "Xian Guang here!"

"Damn it, I'll wait at this time. Whoever can run will run out, hurry up!" Zhang Xianguang's anxious voice was hoarse and his face was pale.

Yang Xin listened to the conversation between the two, suddenly dragged the ground with his right leg, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Brother Park, Brother Park, listen to me..."

"Don't fucking say it!"

"Brother Guang, put me down, my lower body is unconscious. Listen to me, you two will die if you drag me!" Yang Xin shouted again with excitement.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xianguang pulled Lao Pu into the alley of the farmhouse. While shooting and blocking the police, he explained to Lao Pu: "Take him forward!"

"Kang!!"

Yang Xin lowered his head and shot him in the calf.

Lao Pu and Zhang Xianguang were stunned on the spot.

"It's all for saving my parents... you want to leave them all here... Why do I explain to Brother Ze?!" Yang Xin cried and shouted, "Let's go, get out! Is it okay! Please...!"

Zhang Xianguang was stunned with the gun.

"Brother, come out to play... This is the way sooner or later... After I killed Qiu Er, I haven't slept for a day... Others found my house... My parents were fine in the end... I was better than anything... I have no worries anymore, really... you go!" Yang Xin pushed the wall and climbed down from Lao Pu's back, poked his chin directly at the mouth of the gun and shouted: "Why, I'm dead here?!"

Zhang Xianguang's lips trembled.

"I may not be guilty of death, but something is going to happen to you. Can you survive?! Ah? Brother!"

"...I blame me, I'm radical!" Zhang Xianguang replied with a red circle, grabbed Yang Xin's shoulder tightly and said, "With me here, Ozawa will not collapse, and his company will not collapse... Our brothers still have a chance to meet!"

After saying that, Zhang Xianguang let go of his palm, and turned around with Lao Pu with great guilt and annoyance, and ran towards He Zhengyuan, Zhang Xianhui and others with great strides.

In the dark alley, Yang Xin sat on the cement platform of a house, whispering hoarsely while pursing bullets from his pocket: "Brother Park... I peed on the soles of my shoes... But why didn't it work?"

"Oh, this may be what I should pay back..."

After saying that, Yang Xin poked his head out and shot randomly in the direction where Geng Fengxi and others were chasing him. The intention was not to hurt people or attack the police, but to delay time.

After Yang Xin fired N consecutive shots, Geng Fengxi and others slowed down. The three police cars that arrived were not clear that Zhang Xianguang and other criminal suspects had been divided into two groups, so they only rushed towards the direction where the gunshots sounded.

After less than a minute of stalemate between the two sides, Geng Fengxi judged the firepower point, at most two people in the alley, so he made up his mind, wore a bulletproof vest, waved his hand and shouted: "There are no people in the alley, rush over!"

"Kang Kang..."

When Yang Xin saw everyone rushing over, he immediately robbed the bullets and fired them empty. Then he waited to continue to load bullets. Dozens of police officers rushed over and pressed him into the alley.

"Bring him in the car, and the others will continue to chase me!" Geng Fengxi only stayed for a short time and continued to chase him in the distance.

Inside the alley.

Yang Xin leaned his head against the wall, and his whole body was handcuffed by the police like a walking corpse. He closed his eyes and murmured: "...I have paid back my sin myself... God bless... Bless my dad without cancer..."

...

Seven or eight minutes later, on the way to the county at the east end of the village, Zhang Xianguang and others were exhausted and were about to run, and suddenly saw a Poussan sedan parked on the side of the road without a shutdown.

After everyone was stunned, they were ready to take the driver away with guns, but found that there was no one in the car.

"Fuck!" After Zhang Xianguang came to his senses, he immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Go quickly, get in the car and leave quickly!"

After saying that, everyone stepped into the car. When Zhang Xianguang turned around, he saw that at the entrance of a factory garbage station next to the village, a figure took off his mask from his face and picked up a glass silk bag thrown by the roadside.

"Don't stand there, go!" He Zhengyuan pulled Zhang Xianguang.

After saying that, Zhang Xianguang stepped into the car and then Lao Zhu drove and rushed onto the main road.

After everyone "picked up the car" and left, within two minutes, Geng Fengxi chased after him in a local police car and saw the man next to the garbage station.

"What are you doing?!" Geng Fengxi sat in the passenger seat, shouted with a gun.

The man was wearing a very torn dress, emitting a musty smell all over his body. He lowered his head and picked up two pieces of broken iron, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?!"

When Geng Fengxi saw the other person's face, he was jumped on the spot because his face was covered with burning marks and scars that had been burned by the fire.

"Didn't you hear the gunshots?!" the local detective frowned and asked.

"What does the gunshot have to do with me? I'm just a rag picker...!" The man pointed to Zhang Xianguang and others in the opposite direction and said, "Run over there!"

When Geng Fengxi saw that the man was calm and composed, he was indeed carrying a silk glass bag containing scrap. In addition, his face did not look like a criminal involved in a gun battle, so he waved his hand and urged him: "Chase!"

The man lowered his head and continued to pick up the garbage, as if nothing had happened.

After driving less than a kilometer, Geng Fengxi suddenly felt something was wrong. Then he turned around and said to the local detective: "Contact the people at the scene and ask them to go to the garbage station just now to see if the rag picker is still there!"

"Why?"

"Just do as you do!"

"All right!"

About three minutes later, the local police replied that the person who picked up the rag was still looking for scraps, and Geng Fengxi felt relieved after hearing this.

...

Ten minutes later.

The rag picker watched the police car carrying Yang Xin leave the village with his own eyes, and then he murmured in a hoarse voice: "...Brother... I'll be one step later!"
Chapter completed!