Often hanging out on the road, these loyal warriors have seen some who can beat them, and some who are ruthless, but this is the first time they have seen such a vicious guy. As long as they slash with two swords, they will lose their hands and feet.
, more importantly, his body and head are missing, making him feel as scary as a demon.
In a very short period of time, a dozen of the loyal warriors were struck by sharp machetes and fell into a pool of blood.
Ximen Lang, who was killing, did not forget to scan the surroundings with the corner of his eye to deal with sudden dangers. When he raised the machete again, the outline of a black shadow suddenly appeared on the sharp blade.
Ximen Lang is particularly sensitive to this outline. When he was in the special forces, he would touch it every day, disassemble and even reinstall it dozens of times. It was as familiar as his left and right hands.
The outline is the shadow of a pistol, exuding a biting cold air!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ximen Lang turned sideways as quickly as a cheetah and ducked behind a Zhongyinghui mazai.
"Bang!"
The gunshots rang out, and the loyal soldier from the Loyalty Association screamed in agony. He was shot in the chest and staggered to the ground.
With a sudden glance, Ximen Lang discovered that the bullet came from the stairs. He saw a guy with a square face holding a pistol. The moment Ma Tsai fell, the guy swung the muzzle of the gun and fired a second shot.
The moment the opponent moved the gun, Ximen Lang hurriedly jumped to the side and threw out the machete in his hand.
There was another gunshot, but this time it missed.
The shooter was He Chao, who managed the casino. The first shot accidentally injured his accomplice, and the second shot missed the target. He was startled when he saw a machete flying towards him with a cold light, and panicked and ducked away.
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With a snatching sound, the machete pierced the decorated wooden wall, and the blade trembled.
Ximen Lang landed on the gaming table on the left, kicked his foot, and the dice cup on the table flew up, running towards He Chao. At the same time, he jumped back and forth between the gaming tables as if he were hurdling.
He Chao caught a glimpse of another black object being smashed towards him, and could only dodge sideways.
At this moment, Ximen Lang jumped into the air, jumped onto the handrail of the stairs, and raised the knife in his hand.
He Chao screamed in horror, and the bloody head was chopped off. With the inertia, it was thrown to the wall behind. A shocking blood stain appeared on the wall, and the head fell down.
Seeing the headless corpse shaking and about to fall to the ground, Ximenlang bent down and took it with his left hand. The May 4th pistol held by the corpse was in his hand. This is a good thing. A real pistol is far more powerful than a steel ball gun.
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Standing on the sloping staircase handle, Ximen Lang looked like an acrobat, with a cruel sneer on his lips, raised the gun in his left hand, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Angry bullets flew out, and the only five Zhongyinghui Mazai who were charging towards them with the ability to attack stopped in shock. They were all shot in the center of their eyebrows, and blood arrows shot everywhere, and they fell down on their faces.
After killing five of the opponent's men in an instant, Ximen Lang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, damn, I need a real pistol. In my hands, it is a murderous weapon, and I will kill people if I take action.
Jumping down from the stairs, he ran out of the casino at an extremely fast speed. Now, the dead and injured horses from the Zhongying Club were no longer able to stop him from leaving. In the blink of an eye, he was out of the door.
The police car started to drive over. Liu Kaifeng opened the door and shouted: "Brother Lang, get in the car quickly."
Ximen Lang, holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, jumped up and got into the police car. This guy knew how to live his life, and he was not willing to throw away the machete. After all, a high-quality imported machete like this costs five to six hundred yuan!
The police car turned sharply and drove eastward along the street at lightning speed. Not far away, five vans in front of it drove quickly towards it. When they saw the police car, the van in front suddenly braked and moved sideways to block the way. The van behind them stopped.
Four cars also braked and stopped, blocking the street.
Long Feiyu frowned, gritted his teeth, and instead of slowing down, stepped on the accelerator, and the police car roared past with increased power.
There was a "boom" sound.
The Toyota off-road police car hit the van on the left, deforming it and pushing it involuntarily six to seven meters. It overturned on the ground with all four wheels in the air, and howling sounds of ghosts and wolves could be heard from inside.
"Oops...my legs are pinched..."
"Ah... my neck is almost broken, it hurts me so much..."
The front of the police car was deformed by the huge impact, the bumper collapsed, and the mechanical cover was lifted, making it very ugly. However, it did not stall.
At the moment when the two cars collided, Ximenlang and others in the car felt a violent shock all over their bodies, but no one was injured.
Everyone knew in their hearts that this group of people might be Zhongying who came to support, otherwise, they would never intercept the police car for no reason. Seeing that the van was knocked over, the police car rushed through the opponent's interception. They praised excitedly: "Bump."
Well done, these little bitches are looking for death."
"Feiyu, well done, this car drives well..."
Long Feiyu flexibly shifted gears, causing the police car to move backwards. Then he shifted into forward gear, and the police car suddenly sped out with a roar.
Seeing that they had not been intercepted, the four vans behind them hurriedly started their cars and followed them in hot pursuit. The people inside yelled, "Damn it, hurry up and chase, don't let these bastards get away..."
On the street, the police car moved forward very fast, with four vans following behind it. The speed could be described as "crazy".
Ximenlang glanced at the van in the rearview mirror, sneered at the corner of his mouth, took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Fat man, we are being chased. We are almost at the intersection of Rime Street. Be prepared."
Fatty Han's voice came from the phone, "Don't worry, Brother Lang, everyone is waiting for these idiots."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "Okay, it's up to you."
Soon, the police car rushed through the intersection in front, and a truck suddenly drove out of the intersection next to it. The driver was Fatty Han, and in the truck were Jiang Wei and several of his men, each carrying a
A bamboo basket, each containing hundreds of fist-sized iron rhombuses with five sharp thorns. This is the secret weapon prepared by the detective team for this operation.
The mouth of the basket tilted downwards, and thousands of iron caltrops poured down on the intersection, covering the entire crosswalk, jumping like starfish. After doing these things, the truck got into the opposite street and stopped immediately. Jiang
Wei set up the crossbow, looked through the infrared electronic sight with his right eye, and waited quietly, like a leopard spying on its prey in the forest.
At this moment, the four vans chasing the police car arrived at the intersection. Unavoidably, the tires of the four vehicles were punctured by iron diamonds, sharp brakes sounded, and they staggered to a stop.