Matthew looked at the shipyard not far away with a confused look on his face.
Bi Fang climbed out of the shaft and couldn't help scratching his head when he heard the sound of gunfire in the distance. What's going on?
Who are the gangs fighting?
Abaso just suddenly freed up his hands and sent people to support him?
[Is God wise and sent people to destroy the gangs? 】
[Isn’t it someone from Abbasogang who is here? Why don’t I ask? 】
[Did the war situation change so quickly? Yesterday, they said they couldn’t spare any action and could only send fishing boats to pick them up. Today, they can use artillery to bombard them? 】
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"Don't worry so much. No matter what, it's a good opportunity for us. Let's retreat first!"
The available information made Bi Fang unable to figure out what these gunshots were about, but he did not hesitate much. The crisis had not yet been resolved, and there seemed to be a problem with the gang. That was a good opportunity for them to escape completely.
"Yes, yes, run, everyone, run!"
"Don't run around. Follow me. Don't get separated. I won't be able to leave until tomorrow. Otherwise, I will be captured!"
Matthew led the way at the front, while Bi Fang followed at the back of the team to prevent anyone from getting lost or falling behind.
Following the raging fire in the shipyard, the group of people, freed from the constraints of the terrain, ran wildly and quickly moved away from the place. But when they passed a building, Bifang suddenly stopped and looked blankly at the other side of the narrow passage.
The audience was the first to notice this scene and asked what happened and why it stopped suddenly.
After Matthew, who was at the front, led everyone to run for a certain distance, he felt that the flashlight beam behind him seemed to suddenly disappear. He also sensed something was wrong and stopped first. Finally, he looked back and saw Bifang who was stagnant.
"What happened?"
Matthew ran to ask, but only saw Bi Fang pointing to the alley and looking in the direction.
Under the night, the sea surface rises and falls restlessly. The black ship cuts through the black water, leaving white foam. The huge ship light shines in the sky, and the black clouds roll and there is a faint sound of thunder.
A fishing boat?
"Is anyone fishing?"
Matthew was surprised, but then he thought this idea was ridiculous. How could anyone go out to sea to fish in this situation? The fishing boat was bombed within a few nautical miles, right?
"It can't be a fishing boat."
Bi Fang and Matthew agreed on this point. This could not and would not be a fishing boat.
Why are the fishing boats here at this time?
"Is it possible that Abaso just sent out his manpower and arrived early?"
"Impossible, I didn't receive any news here."
Bi Fang pointed at the drone. If there was any news, he would definitely know that the current ship did not belong to Abbasogang, so where did it come from? The two of them immediately understood.
Matthew's eyes widened: "Pick up the goods in advance?"
Bi Fang affirmed: "This is the only possibility!"
"Is there internal strife?"
Thinking of the current sound of gunfire, Matthew was a little excited. Internal strife is good. Both sides will suffer. Send these scum to see God!
"No, I don't think it's like internal strife, it's more like silence."
Bi Fang narrowed his eyes. It was weird to pick up the goods in advance. Moreover, he knew very well that before the rescue plan started, the ship did not exist at all. In other words, the other party arrived here in just two hours, and then
A conflict broke out.
The time was too hasty, it was more like planning in advance.
"I'm going to take a look."
"You're crazy!"
Matthew almost screamed and grabbed Bifang's sleeves, seriously doubting whether he couldn't think about it.
Bi Fang grabbed Matthew's hand and asked seriously: "Where do you think those who pick up the goods will sell them?"
"How do I know..." Matthew didn't want to answer at first, but when he saw Bi Fang's eyes, he still hesitated, "It's possible in Southeast Asia, Chou Country, and Black Mexico."
"Then do you think it's possible for these gangs to do it?" Bi Fang asked Matthew. The behavior they are now exposed to cannot be something that a simple local gang can do. In fact, they are only responsible for supplying goods.
, don’t know anything about channels at all.
An illegally sold heart can even reach 300,000 U.S. dollars. Such a huge profit is more likely to be a multinational group. If I can go back, even if I just take a photo, I may expose this group of people to the sun.
Under the circumstances, the significance of doing this is far greater than solving dozens of people.
【Why am I not surprised at all and still take it for granted? 】
【Coming, coming, the familiar feeling is coming】
[Ah this, ah this, I have no doubt that the person in front of me is Fang Shen himself]
Matthew was speechless.
Bi Fang patted his collar: "You take them and continue walking along the route we previously planned, and I will catch up with you."
After that, he ran towards the blazing shipyard without looking back.
Matthew was stunned for a long time, and finally cursed secretly.
"Oh shit!"
"Everyone, follow me and speed up!"
…
In the shipyard, the situation at this time was even more exaggerated than during the previous big explosion. The heavily armed soldiers were divided into three-person teams and searched every corner of the shipyard.
Everyone was armed, and they were shot mercilessly when they met. Many gangsters were knocked to the ground the first moment they showed up.
The sound of gunfire was so deafening that Marseille even thought he was fighting against the Legion on the eastern front.
He was completely speechless and could only stare at Angelo in front of him with wide eyes.
"Mr. Marseille, I said, this is the last time we will cooperate." Sisko lifted the hem of his clothes, as if he could get rid of the stains on it, but unfortunately, it was blood instead of dust.
Seeing the other party speaking, Ma Sai finally came back to his senses and said quickly: "I can still arrest people, I can still arrest people. This time it was just bad luck that allowed them to escape. I will definitely not do it next time. One hundred people
, No, two hundred! Next time I can catch two hundred, and at least half of them are young adults, Mr. Angelo, believe me, please believe me!"
In front of this group of people, the thugs in the gang were like unarmed kittens, and the weapons in their hands were more like fire sticks that had been eliminated from World War I. All of them made Marseille lose the heart to resist, and could only ask for help from the man in front of him.
forgive.
To this day, Marseille still believes that this delivery failure caused him to face disaster.
"Don't you understand? Mr. Marseille, one delivery failure is nothing to us. The last transaction is the last transaction. In addition, my name is not Angelo, please call me Cisco.
"
Sisko's face was illuminated by the firelight. He looked down at Marseille who fell to the ground due to exhaustion. He was not moved at all and turned off the safety of the pistol with an expressionless expression.
Hearing these words, Ma Sai's face was full of defeat. Just when everyone thought Ma Sai had given up, suddenly, a ray of fire lit up, illuminating his ferocious face.
But in the next second, Sisko's words completely dispelled Marseille's courage to fight: "I will give you one last chance, ten seconds. After ten seconds, I will only fire one shot. Whether you survive or not, leave it to God."
.”
Marseille was stunned for ten seconds?
What's the meaning?
The subordinates behind Sisko smiled at the same time, and they all knew what this meant.
Before Marseille could think about it, Sisko on the other side had already started counting, his unwavering tone was like a mechanical clock telling the time.
"one."
"FUCK!"
Marseille didn't have time to think too much. He rolled over and climbed up from the ground, but the gravel under his feet made him suddenly slip. His heavy body fell to the ground again, and his trembling fat swayed like waves.
"two."
Marseille ignored the blood on his palms and the painful knees and got up again.
"three."
"Run, run quickly."
At this time, Marseille broke out at the fastest running speed in his life. Even when he was sixteen years old, he couldn't run as fast as he did in the 100-meter race in front of the girl he liked.
At this moment, he even felt that Bolt was nothing more than that.
Facts have proved that human potential is really unlimited. When Sisko reported the number ten, even Marseille, who weighed more than 200, ran nearly 70 meters.
Looking at Marseille, which was almost a dot, the corners of Sisko's mouth curled up slightly.
"boom!"
"Run out... ugh! How, how is it possible!"
Marseille opened his eyes wide. His life was over. The bullet shot into his body with huge kinetic energy, leaving a smoking bullet hole in the bloated coat. A wave of blood spattered out, bringing out
Pink fat.
Sisko walked slowly towards Marseille.
Marseille lowered his head, took a hard look at the bullet holes on his body, looked at Sisko's blurry figure, and only said: "Sooner or later, you, you will be like me, like me..."
Sisko came to Marseille, raised his gun and tapped the brim of his hat, and said with a smile: "Then I hope this day will come later."
"Bang!"
"Gudu."
Bi Fang pressed his back against the wall, feeling the countless ballistic trajectories behind him. Those murderous bullets flew past the wall, and a trace of cold sweat slid across his forehead.
He swallowed, a little unbelievable.
In terms of actual combat accuracy, pistols are far inferior to rifles and machine guns because the pistol's aiming baseline is short and there is no support for shooting. The distance used in actual combat is often only controlled between 5 and 20 meters.
The vast majority of trained individual soldiers can only guarantee the shooting accuracy of the pistol at a distance of 25 meters. If the shooting accuracy is to be guaranteed at a distance of 50 meters, only a very small number of shooting experts can hit a fixed target. If the target is moving, then the target will be hit.
The difficulties are more than doubled.
More than sixty meters away, in dim light, one shot hit.