Zhang Zongwei walked very hard. He had injuries on both legs, especially his left leg. He was shot once and stabbed in both directions with a three-edged bayonet. The wound has not healed yet. He just walked a certain distance.
The wound burst open and blood soaked into the bandage, dripping onto the ground, but there was no expression of pain on his face, only a cold murderous look.
He stood in the shadow with his back against a concrete pillar, his pistol pointed at Liu Handong.
The addition of the fifth gun broke the balance, and Zhan Ziyu was overjoyed: "Viagra, you came just in time, help me take down Liu Handong."
Zhang Zongwei was not in a hurry to shoot. His face could not be seen clearly in the dark, but it felt extremely sinister.
"There are quite a lot of people here today, let's take this opportunity to explain a few things clearly." Zhang Zongwei said.
Liu Handong's gun was still pointed at Zhan Ziyu. He quickly assessed the dangers of the three opponents. Zhan Ziyu was a policeman and had more opportunities to come into contact with firearms. His marksmanship should be good, and he had hostages in his hands, so he was confident. His threat was
The highest.
Wei Weihao, who was closest to him, could see his hand holding the gun trembling from the corner of his eye, and with Ma Ling restraining him, he was the least threatening.
Zhang Zongwei had a deep hatred for himself. He still held a gun to seek revenge after his leg was seriously injured. This shows his extraordinary perseverance. However, his posture when holding the gun was wrong. He had a crutch under his arm and his arm was half bent. It looked like he was from a wild background, and he was more than fifteen steps away.
, pistol shooting is actually the most difficult, and the May 4th style has poor directivity, and it may not be able to hit you with the first shot, so its threat is medium.
No one spoke, everyone was very nervous, for fear of being distracted by talking and being robbed of the opportunity.
Zhang Zongwei continued: "Liu Handong, my legs will never heal. I'm afraid I will have to use a cane for the rest of my life. One of us must die. Anyway, you can't get out of this door today, right in front of Ziyu."
To be honest, it’s up to you to rob the boat."
"Yes." Liu Handong answered him. It was useless not to admit it. The gun in his hand was stolen from the gambling boat. Zhan Ziyu could naturally recognize it.
Zhang Zongwei nodded: "You are quite honest. Let me ask you again, did you give me the money for my family and the money for my son to buy a car?"
"Yes." Liu Handong still admitted.
Zhang Zongwei smiled sinisterly: "You are quite good at using tricks. Even Ziyu was deceived by you."
"Viagra, I have never doubted you, the conscience of heaven and earth." Zhan Ziyu hurriedly clarified.
"Ziyu, I don't blame you. Whoever is involved in such a thing should be suspicious. More than ten million is not a small number." Zhang Zongwei has been in society for many years, and he is old and smart. Zhan Ziyu said something he didn't mean.
I don't believe it.
"Go on, you killed my mother, right?" Zhang Zongwei asked the last question.
"This is really not true." Liu Handong continued to point his gun at Zhan Ziyu, "Did you see that guy behind me? He did it. I have a video of him entering your house. It's on my phone. Do you want to see it?"
"Fart!" Wei Weihao was anxious. He knew that Zhang Zongwei was Omi's most ruthless person and had a mortal hatred for killing his mother. He still wanted to live for a few more years.
Zhang Zongwei had doubts in his heart. He called his father half an hour ago and learned that the old men who played chess in the community reported that a group of strangers came to the house before the accident. The leader was a fat black man, and Wei Weihao fit this profile. Of course,
Liu Handong's suspicion cannot be ruled out. After all, he has just been to Liu's house in Jiangbei, so it is reasonable for the other party to retaliate in kind.
"It was Liu Handong who did it. The police also have video evidence. He killed your mother and took away the $80,000 in your closet!" Wei Weihao defended with a pale face.
Zhang Zongwei was shocked. His father did not tell the police about the $80,000. Only his family and the murderer could know that Wei Weihao was the real murderer!
In an instant, countless memories came to my mind. In order to protect my stubborn self, my mother had cursed and fought with others countless times. In order to save her from prison, she begged my grandfather to sue my grandmother, and spent all the demolition money. I thought I could spend my old age in peace.
But he died in the hands of this man. Zhang Zongwei was furious, and his murderous intent suddenly came to him. He turned the gun and hit Wei Weihao twice with two shots.
Gunshots rang out, and the four nervous people began to shoot subconsciously. In the hall of the abandoned unfinished building shrouded in moonlight, gunfire suddenly appeared, and the muzzle flames reflected the faces.
Zhan Ziyu pushed the hostage in his hand hard towards Liu Handong, raised his gun and shot at him. Liu Handong also shot at Zhan Ziyu immediately, and moved quickly while shooting. Zhan Ziyu's bullet missed, but he was shot by Liu Handong.
Fortunately, he was wearing a bulletproof vest, so his internal organs were not seriously injured, but one of his ribs seemed to be broken.
Two bullets hit Wei Weihao's chest. He was protected from death by a bulletproof vest, but the powerful kinetic energy of the Type 51 pistol bullet made him stagger to the ground. He pulled the trigger with his right hand repeatedly, and the bullets shot towards the ceiling, without any hits.
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Ma Ling's target was knocked down by Zhang Zongwei, and there was another Liu Handong between him and Zhan Ziyu. She reacted quickly enough, and immediately turned the gun and shot at Zhang Zongwei. The first bullet missed, and the second bullet hit Zhang Zongwei's shoulder.
Zhang Zongwei fired at Ma Ling, pulled the trigger, and misfired. The master of guns, Lao Xing, was good at making guns, but he was not very good at making bullets. The reloaded bullets had a high misfire rate. Unfortunately, he encountered a
What a stinker.
Ma Ling fired another shot, knocking Zhang Zongwei down.
Xin Xiaowan was so frightened that she screamed like crazy and rushed towards Liu Handong. Zhan Ziyu leaned against the wall, raised his gun and gritted his teeth, aiming at Xin Xiaowan's back.
Soon after, Liu Handong grabbed Xin Xiaowan, turned around gracefully to protect her behind him, and at the same time raised his gun to shoot at Zhan Ziyu.
In the originally clear night sky, a dark cloud drifted up from nowhere and covered the moon. The room in the abandoned building suddenly became dark. The shooting relied entirely on feeling. The two of them kept pulling the triggers toward each other's standing position, pouring bullets.
After firing until they ran out of ammunition and food, the machine hung up with an empty magazine. The gunshots were deafening and echoed repeatedly, followed by the sound of countless bullet casings clanging and rolling on the concrete floor.
Wei Weihao sat against the wall, still conscious, raised his gun and fired at Zhang Zongwei, but still missed.
Zhang Zongwei also sat on the ground, threw away his pistol, raised his cane and pulled the hidden trigger. A bullet shot out from the end of the cane. The gunshot was loud, and the orange muzzle flash blinded people's eyes.
The 7.62mm military rifle bullet whirled and shot into Wei Weihao's forehead, lifting his whole skull up and splattering his brains, causing him to die on the spot.
Ma Ling looked horrified and fired two more shots at Zhang Zongwei. One shot missed, the other hit. He pulled the trigger again, but there was no bullet left.
The moon emerged from the clouds, and the moonlight once again filled the earth. The battle over there was also over. Zhan Ziyu was sitting against the wall, his eyes wide open, and a bloody hole on his cheek.
Liu Handong breathed a sigh of relief and touched his armpits. His hands were full of blood. He blocked a shot for Xin Xiaowan, but he felt no pain at all. The battle was too fierce and the sharp secretion of adrenaline made the pain disappear.
But the bullet that passed through his ribs still hit Xin Xiaowan's vital part. Blood flowed from her mouth and she breathed rapidly: "Winter melon, I'm going to die."
Liu Handong glanced at the battlefield. Zhang Zongwei had stopped moving. Wei Weihao had lifted the cover of the sky. There was no danger anymore. He tore off a piece of clothing and helped Xin Xiaowan hold the wound, "You won't die."
"I have a watch in my bag. I give it to you. Just think of it as my last thoughts... Put it on and let me take a look." Xin Xiaowan pointed to the Hermès bag on the ground and said.
Liu Handong picked up the bag, took out the Omega watch from inside and put it on.
Looking at Xin Xiaowan again, a smile appeared on her bloodless face: "It looks good. It matches you. Our story can be made into a movie. Who do you think is better as the leading role... I think Jason Statham plays you."
The most suitable...Fan Bingbing plays me...The director has not decided who to choose, but the producer is looking for Bao Shihong..."
She kept chattering, her voice became weaker and weaker, and her eyelids drooped.
"Don't fall asleep, wake up." Liu Handong picked up Xin Xiaowan by the waist and touched the wound under his ribs. The pain made him grin and he walked out with difficulty.
Ma Ling walked up to Zhang Zongwei with great vigilance and saw smoke curling from the end of his crutch. The steel pipe had exploded into a bell mouth. Lao Xing had tricked people by using inferior steel pipes. This simple rifle could only fire two or three rounds before it exploded.
However, the other crutch remained intact. Ma Ling hurriedly kicked it away. Zhang Zongwei still opened his eyes and gave Ma Ling a grim smile. He had wounds on his legs and was shot several times. He was already barely breathing.
Ma Ling could not be cruel to such a dying person, so he backed away silently, hoping to let him fend for himself.
Ma Ling supported Liu Handong, and Liu Handong held Xin Xiaowan. The three of them moved out step by step. Suddenly, Ma Ling heard a noise behind him. He looked back and saw Zhang Zongwei struggling to get up from the ground. He picked up the crutch and shook it.
A sharp bayonet appeared, and he rushed over like this, as if his legs were not injured at all.
"Be careful!" Ma Ling shouted, and Liu Handong turned to look, but he was holding Xin Xiaowan in his arms and could not move in time to dodge, so he saw Ma Ling stepping forward to block behind him.
The bayonet stabbed into Ma Ling's stomach.
"Ma Ling!" Liu Handong shouted heartbreakingly.
Ma Ling held the crutch tightly, kicked Zhang Zongwei away, slowly pulled out the bayonet of the crutch, groaned in pain, stabbed Zhang Zongwei in the heart, pulled it out, and stabbed Zhang Zongwei again, blood spurted out in all directions.
splash.
The action just now has exhausted all the potential of Zhang Zongwei. A generation of tycoons, the so-called most ruthless person in Omi, just shed the last drop of blood and will not rest in peace.
After the stabbing, Ma Ling seemed to have exhausted all his strength, fell to the ground, and could no longer move.
The flashlight flashed in the distance, it was Brother Qi who was back. He was shocked when he saw this scene.
"Call, call an ambulance!" These were Liu Handong's last words. Only then did he realize that he was not only shot in the armpit, but also had two gunshot wounds on his body.
Qi Qingyu quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the 120 emergency number. Before he could dial, he saw a group of police officers wearing bulletproof vests and helmets rushing over. They held steel shields and micro-charges and quickly controlled the scene.
Under the strong flashlight illumination, the hall of the abandoned building was full of bloodstains and bullet casings, the walls were covered with bullet marks, and two bodies were sitting in the corner.
Wei Weihao didn't need to look, half of his head was flying, and he was completely dead.
Wan Xudong stepped forward and tested Zhan Ziyu's breath: "There is still breath."
A black-painted armored police car crashed through the gate of the construction site and drove in. The policemen carried the injured people into the car with great efforts, sirens blaring, lights flashing, and they drove quickly to the nearest hospital.