Brother Qiu grabbed the machine gun and put it against Imre's head: "Mader, shout! Tell them to retreat!"
"Da da da!"
The gunfire from behind still didn't stop, and many Heibang elements continued to fire at them regardless.
There were several team members under the truck who had not yet come up. They were leaning against the truck while retreating to hug the fire.
The gun battle was fierce. A young man grabbed the guardrail of the pickup truck with one hand and was about to rush forward. There was a bang from the opposite side. Blood spurted out of his right calf and his whole body fell downwards.
"Xiao Jiang!"
The brother next to him roared, stretched out his left hand to help his companion: "Get up, get up!"
"puff!"
A bullet was fired, and the young man's neck was instantly pierced. His head was tilted back due to the force of inertia. The tactical bag on his back was hung on the frame of the pickup truck. A bloody hole the size of a baby's fist leaked out of his neck. He was killed on the spot.
No more.
"cnm!"
Brother Qiu looked down at the brothers, roared angrily, glared, put the machine gun directly on Imre's shoulder, and fired wildly at the Black State elements.
"Pah pah pah...!"
Hot bullet casings flew out from the smooth bore and splashed on the side of Imre's face in a streamline shape. Instantly, the hot barrel burned his skin, and a irritating burnt smell filled the air.
The machine gun swept through a row of bullets. Brother Qiu stopped shooting and rushed towards Imre again. He shouted in English: "I will give you one last chance! Let them get out! Otherwise we will all die together!!"
Imre howled miserably and looked at Brother Qiu. Half of his face was burned, and the ulcerated skin was stuck together with blood, which looked very scary.
Imre looked at the muzzle of the machine gun in front of him and the expression on Brother Qiu's face about to lose his mind. He immediately pulled his neck and shouted at the pursuing Heibang: "Get back! Do you want to kill me?"
"boom!"
A bullet hit the car panel behind Imre, leaving a still smoking crater.
Imre's scalp was numb. Even as he kept shouting, rifles were still firing in his direction.
"Damn it!! Are you going to kill me?" Imre's eyes almost popped out. He clenched his fists and roared: "If I die here, you won't be able to live well. My biological brother will not
If he lets you go, he will kill you all when he comes back!"
This sentence was more effective, and the chasing gangsters began to stop shooting.
"Get in the car! Get in the car!!" Brother Qiu was holding a machine gun, and every muscle in his body was tense. As he shouted, he was still pulling the brother whose neck was broken, and tried his best to drag him to the car.
superior.
"Buzz!"
The driving brother stepped on the accelerator, drove the pickup truck out of the chaotic neighborhood, and fled straight to the planned route.
The car was speeding at full speed on the street. After driving for about two kilometers, Brother Qiu and the others decisively abandoned the armed pickup truck and quickly switched to a receiving vehicle and fled according to the prior arrangement.
After changing vehicles, Brother Qiu sat in the compartment of the truck. He asked his men to look at Imre, while he took out his mobile phone and called An Qiqi: "Security Bureau, we have the people, we have to go back quickly."
"Take care of the injured brother." An Qiqi was also thinking about Brother Qiu and the others: "Do what you have to do. Remember, be quick."
"Okay." Brother Qiu hung up the phone. He turned around and glanced at Imre, who was kneeling on the ground with blood on his face, and then ordered Xiaoyu: "Call a brother who can speak Portuguese."
Just now, Brother Qiu tried to communicate with Imre and found that his English was very poor and he could understand some of his words, but his responses were stuttering. His main language was Portuguese.
After a while, a young man who spoke Portuguese came from another car. Brother Qiu pointed at Imre and ordered to the team member: "Tell him and let him find a way to contact his troops immediately.
, make way for the Wang family. If you don’t agree, our brother was shot several times just now, so I’ll take off a few of his ribs with a knife as soon as I step on my horse.”
After the translator conveyed it, Imre seemed not to understand and did not say anything.
Brother Qiu grabbed Imre's face with his fingers, clasping the wound on his face with his fingers, letting the blood in the wound sizzle and roared with fierce eyes: "Tough guy?! Tell me, damn,
If you fall into my hands, I can stab you continuously for a month and still not let you die!"
"No... no!" Imre kept shaking his head and yelled: "But... yes, we can cooperate!"
"Bitch!" Brother Qiu understood this. He released his palm and roughly wiped his bloody fingers.
…
St. Paul City, outside the town of Patty.
Six military transport planes were quickly approaching the location of the Wang family's armed forces. On one of the pilot planes, the commander in charge of the airborne landing was holding a mobile phone and talking to Boang: "Sir, our large forces have not arrived yet. If we drop them now,
The supplies are likely to be intercepted in mid-air by Gustav's troops."
Boang responded succinctly: "If it is possible to be intercepted, move the drop area further to the outside. After the first batch of supplies is dropped, immediately let the advance troops of 2,000 people airborne."
Upon hearing this order, the commander hesitated: "Sir... would you like to ask Chief Bruna for instructions?"
Boang frowned, and his voice was strong and concise: "As far as the Blackwater Legion is concerned, I am your highest officer!! During the war, you don't need to ask anyone for instructions, do you understand? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel!"
"Yes... Your Excellency, Legion Commander!" The other party responded immediately after hearing these somewhat cold words.
After hanging up the phone, the advance team leader quickly ordered: "Prepare for airdrop!"
Ten kilometers outside the town of Patty, six military transport planes flew across the sky.
Thirty seconds later, more than thirty containers dropped from the sky with huge triangular parachutes hanging on them.
"Attention all battalions, prepare for airborne landing!"
The commander watched the signal feedback from the container, held the walkie-talkie in his right hand, and shouted briefly.
…
San Paolo, slum streets.
While covering his wound, Brother Qiu told the driver responsible for driving: "Go around, there is no tail behind, and go back to the shop immediately."
"Copy that!" came the subordinate's voice from the earphones.
After a while, the car circled the nearby road twice, and just as it was about to rush to the store, Brother Qiu's phone rang again.
"Hello, what's wrong?" Brother Qiu answered the phone.
"Brother Qiu, the shop has been looted!" The voiceless shouts of his subordinates came from the phone: "People from the police department in Shengbao City, several of the housekeepers died, and the rest were all arrested.
.Alai and I ran away in the underground pipe...!"
"What the fuck!" Brother Qiu covered the blood-stained rib wound, his face turned pale, and his mind and body were about to reach the limit of endurance.