"Old thief Zhou from the Hero Gang, can you stop your Grandpa Wu with your three lousy guns?" Wu Jing said with a cold laugh.
"Haha, Wu Jing, today is the day you die!" Gang Leader Zhou sneered.
"Go to hell!" Wu Jing said nothing. He immediately raised his gun and shot at Gang Leader Zhou, but unfortunately the bullet missed. The two sides started a fierce battle again. Gang Leader Zhou led his troops to intercept. What they wanted was to delay this gang leader.
The retreat of a group of people was to wait for the arrival of the police. However, Wu Jing did not have so much time to drag them on. He urgently needed to evacuate now, and he had to make sure that everyone retreated safely, so he immediately organized people to outflank him. Hero
The gang seemed to have seen through the other party's intention, and immediately separated their troops and formed a formation to intercept. Wu Jing's face turned pale with anger. If he wanted to blame it, he could only blame himself for being arrogant at the time, thinking that the Bamboo Alliance Gang was omnipotent, so,
I wanted to swallow Macau into my belly in one breath. Now it’s better, Macau didn’t swallow it, but offended all the gangs.
The current Bamboo Union Gang is like a small boat in the vast ocean. No one will lend a helping hand. Not only that, they also add insult to injury and take advantage of others' danger. Wu Jing was furious and watched as time dragged on.
The longer it takes, the worse it will be for him. He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Come here!"
"Big brother" and the younger brother rushed up immediately.
"Organize a death squad for me!" Wu Jing said angrily. The death squad originated from the ancient Warring States period. This approach was to rush to break through the opponent's defense line. The death squad has been cited many times in the history of the Bamboo Union Gang. This time, in order to escape, Wu Jing
Immediately ask the younger brothers to organize a death squad.
"Yes, brother!" Without saying a word, the younger brother immediately mobilized himself, and more than ten people joined the death squad. Wu Jing recorded everyone's names, then looked at everyone coldly and said, "I don't care about you.
Alive or dead, you are all heroes. The Bamboo Union Gang will never forget you. We will support your family members. If you have parents, we will help you take care of them in old age. If you have children, we will send them to school!"
Only in this way can the members of the death squads fight even more desperately.
More than ten people, wearing white headscarves and carrying machine guns, rushed towards the opponent's line. Seeing this, the people from the Hero Gang exclaimed: "Gang Leader Zhou, they have organized a death squad!"
"Fuck, this is the legendary death squad?!" Gang Leader Zhou approached and watched as more than a dozen men wearing white turbans rushed towards us. They raised their machine guns and fired wildly, no matter whether there was anyone here or not.
Heading up, Gang Leader Zhou said coldly: "Hit me!"
"Yes!" The boys emerged from the darkness one after another, holding machine guns and shooting.
The opponent's death squads were scattered widely, so they couldn't concentrate their fire.
Wu Jing gritted his teeth and looked at his younger brothers, his eyes filled with angry blood red. Those younger brothers wearing white headscarves charged forward without any fear of death. Even if they were hit by bullets, they were still not afraid.
Go forward, go forward, go forward...
After they were beaten to pieces, they finally rushed to the opponent's position. Their fingers could no longer pull the trigger. They grinned at the Hero Gang. The Hero Gang was frightened by this group of people.
Come on, this is not a group of people, they are just a group of fighting machines. They are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of fighting, they are using their lives to open a path for others.
