Niu Dada was counting the banknotes and didn't even notice what Wu Ming was saying.
The next moment, before he could ask further questions, he suddenly felt that something was pressing on his head.
Subconsciously, he raised his head and saw the dark muzzle of the gun and the sneer on the middle-aged man's face.
"Bye...Bang!"
There was a gunshot, and Niu Dada fell to the ground with a look of surprise in his wide-open eyes.
At the same time, the gunshot sounded like a signal to start a war.
The cavalrymen from both directions took out their firearms and started shooting at the off-road vehicle belonging to Wu Ming and others.
"Cousin!" After witnessing Niu Dada being beaten to death, Niu Dashun's eyes were about to burst.
Holding the AK47 in his hand, Niu Dashun opened fire wildly, firing out bullets as if they were free of charge.
Three AK47s with ammunition and one M16 with rifle grenades formed a powerful firepower network.
Even though there were sixty or seventy people on the other side, more of them were armed with pistols, and they were all looking for cover under such strafing fire.
"Asshole, don't just hide and shoot, shoot them all!"
The middle-aged man in a blue suit snatched the shotgun from Ma Zai's hand and called on many of his men to fight back.
The horse boys lay on the ground one by one and opened fire wildly at the off-road vehicle.
Unfortunately, these ordinary-caliber bullets cannot penetrate an off-road vehicle equipped with steel plates.
The bullets hit the car body, and the warheads bounced to the side. Only sparks were ejected from the friction, which obviously had no effect.
They were separated by twenty or thirty meters and exchanged fire for two or three minutes.
The scene was quite lively, but unfortunately, the people on Wu Ming's side were okay, but it was the middle-aged people on the side, and screams could be heard from time to time.
"Da Shun, drive over, our goal is money!" Seeing everyone fighting passionately, Wu Ming put a grenade on the muzzle of his gun and shouted to Niu Dashun.
Niu Dashun remained silent after hearing the sound. He held the gun in his left hand and fired outwards. He pushed the gear with his right hand and stepped on the accelerator.
The off-road vehicle was like an arrow, rushing towards the crowd in front.
Wu Ming kicked out the frog who had been shot to death in the carriage, and stretched out the barrel of the gun in his hand: "Go to hell!"
"Whoosh!"
The fired grenade made a harsh sound as it broke through the air.
Behind, one of the four cars blocking the road was blown up in an instant, and flames rose into the sky.
Under the soaring firelight, the horses on the opposite side were all shocked.
They were just gangsters, not professional soldiers. They had never seen such a hot scene, and they all showed hesitation.
"Come again!" Wu Ming kept doing nothing and loaded the grenade again, targeting the vehicle behind him again.
A second roar sounded, and one of the three intact cars was blown apart.
Around the remaining two cars, the cavalrymen who used the cars as shelters also knew that they had become targets.
The few people who were still alive turned around and ran back, no longer caring about the car.
"Boss, what are the backgrounds of these people? Aren't they too powerful?" Looking at the flashes of fire, a confidant couldn't help but ask the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man himself was stunned. Looking at the grenade sticking out of the car again, he exclaimed: "Get down!"
"boom!"
The grenade was fired, and Wu Ming quickly removed the shell, without even looking at the motorcycle gunmen who were blown into the sky by him.
Inspired by Wu Ming, Niu Dashun and Liu Chengbei in the car opened their cantaloupe grenades and threw them around.
For a while, the sound of explosions was heard endlessly, and some gangsters lay on the ground without even daring to show their heads, for fear that two melons would be thrown at them.
"Boss, it's really hard. Our bullets can't even penetrate their cars. Why don't we retreat first?"
At this point in the fierce fighting, many of the frightened gangsters had the urge to flee.
When he heard his subordinates threatening to leave, the middle-aged man wanted to grit his teeth and roared: "There are so many of us, how could we not be able to withstand it? Why are we all beaten so hard by me?"
After saying this, the middle-aged man took a shotgun and fired three shots at the oncoming off-road vehicle.
Three shots were fired at the front of the car, and the off-road vehicle equipped with steel plates remained unmoved at all and continued to rush over aggressively.
Seeing that it really wasn't going to work, the middle-aged man lost the courage to fight to the end, so he grabbed the suitcase containing the money and ran back, shouting: "Hold on, everyone, hold on!"
"Crunch..."
When the brakes were applied, the tires made a sound of scraping against the ground, and the car came to a steady stop.
Wu Ming and others raised their guns and fired. The exchange of fire lasted for about seventy or eighty times. At least a dozen of the motorcycle gunmen blocking the road in front were killed, and the rest also retreated.
"Haha, these people are really a ragtag group of people, even better than those Vietnamese monkeys!" The four men dispersed dozens of each other. Such brilliant results made Mr. Jiang burst into laughter.
The next second, a special gunshot reached everyone's ears.
Liu Chengbei, who was standing at the car window and shooting wildly with a gun, fell inside the car at the sound.
"Chengbei!" Seeing Liu Chengbei fall, Niu Dashun quickly put down his gun and came up to check on Liu Chengbei's condition.
As soon as he saw it, the bulletproof vest on Liu Chengbei's shoulder had been pierced by bullets, and blood could not stop flowing outward.
"No, there are snipers, please stay away from the car windows!"
Mr. Jiang's expression changed drastically, and he quickly rolled back and left the passenger seat.
"Bang!"
Just as the front foot left, a bullet hit the passenger's backrest.
You know, the place where Liu Chengbei was shot was the left door of the car. But Old Jiang's passenger seat was on the center-right side of the vehicle.
If you think about it with your toes, it is impossible for one sniper to attack these two positions at the same time. There must be at least two snipers on the opposite side.
"There are snipers, at least two, and their shooting skills are very accurate. They don't look like Young and Dangerous." Half squatting in the carriage, Old Jiang looked solemnly.
There is a huge difference between professional gunmen and non-professionals.
For example, although those motorcycle gangs with guns can also be called gunmen, they can only pull the trigger at best.
Not to mention precise shooting, these people probably don't know how many shots were fired or how many bullets were left in the pistol.
Otherwise, we wouldn't have been frightened by a few bombs and grenades when we had a numerical advantage, and our position would have been disrupted before we even started fighting.
"Old man, I'll deal with the sniper, and you and Dashun will get the money back." Wu Ming opened the car door, held the M16, and rushed out with a leap.
When I saw someone rushing out of the car, two more gunshots were fired instantly, from the twelve o'clock direction and the four o'clock direction.
Wu Ming landed with his feet on the ground, made a tactical forward roll, and instantly put a rifle grenade on the m16's muzzle.
Stop, turn around, pull the trigger, and continue rolling forward.
"Whoosh!"
The rifle grenade made a sound of breaking through the air. When Wu Ming made a second tactical roll and leaned against several cement pipes, he hit a large tree in the distance.
"boom!"
The fire caused by the explosion lit up half of the night sky.
Faintly, a figure standing on the tree fell down amidst the roar and fell to the ground unaware of his life or death.
"The explosion range of a rifle grenade is about twelve meters. This person will be stunned even if he doesn't die." Looking at the twelve o'clock direction, Wu Ming took out another rifle grenade from his holster and put it on the muzzle of the gun.
It's a pity that the second sniper has already left first. I don't know if he saw that the situation was not good.
This rifle grenade was fired and directly blew up a container, but no one was seen, and the surrounding area was extremely quiet.
"Retreat, brothers, retreat quickly!" The middle-aged man pulled the suitcase and asked the horsemen to retreat back.
At this moment, the middle-aged man felt bitter in his heart. If he had known that these people were so powerful, he would never have dared to play like this.
After all, the dozens of horse boys around him are the foundation of his career. If these people are broken up, he, the boss, will be a fleeting thing and will inevitably end up being swallowed up.
It's a pity that everything in this world is for sale, except for the regret medicine.
He turned his head slightly and glanced at the people chasing behind him, firing wildly. He was so swept that he couldn't find Old Man Jiang and Niu Dashun in the southeast, northwest, and northwest.
The middle-aged man wished he could catch all his men and ask himself how the dozen or so people here could be crushed by two people from the other side and become as miserable as being bitten by a dog.
"Boss, don't hold on to this, it's more important to escape with your life. If you don't have any money, you can make more money. If your life is gone, you have nothing!" A horseman ran past and left some words of wisdom.
The middle-aged man in a blue suit looked at his men who were running away, and then at the money box in his hand, hoping that a mouthful of blood would spurt out.
"I, I..." The middle-aged man loves money, but he cherishes his life even more.
Seeing that there was nothing he could do, a look of struggle flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he cruelly let go of the hand holding the cash box, no longer carrying this burden.
"Old man, are you still chasing me?" Niu Dashun held the AK47 in his hand, looked at the cash box next to him, and breathed heavily.
Old Man Jiang fired more than a dozen shots into the distance. After making sure that these people were frightened and would not come back, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "What are we chasing? We are chasing money. Do we really want to fight with them?"
To the end!”
Although there was a mob on the opposite side, they still had the upper hand in terms of numbers anyway.
Now, Dang Fang has no desire to fight and only wants to escape.
If these people are really forced into a corner, rabbits will bite people if they are anxious, let alone more than a dozen large living people.
"Go back. Such a big thing happened here. The police will be back soon." Old Jiang held the cash box in his left hand and the AK47 in his right hand. His back was long under the moonlight.
Niu Dashun had a sad look on his face, holding the AK47 in his hand, and followed far behind without saying a word along the way.
When the two returned to the off-road vehicle, Wu Ming was already finished.
In the carriage, Niu Dada's body was placed together with the seriously injured Liu Chengbei. When they saw it, Old Jiang's face turned dark.
"How is Cheng Bei's situation? Is he still saved?"
"It's terrible. The sniper rifle is very powerful. After it penetrated the body armor, it also made a hole in his body. I used the first aid kit in the car to stop his bleeding, but it had no effect. Judging from the current situation,
Unless he is sent to a regular hospital, he will definitely die from such injuries. But once he is sent to the hospital and controlled by the police, he will be wiped out by the Lord God!"
Wu Ming told the truth, and the expressions of Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang gradually dimmed. (To be continued.)