In the dark hotel room, the lights are dim and the electronic sockets are making a murmur of noise. Wu Li is lying on the computer table and has fallen asleep. Menmen is also very tired and snores one after another. If you look closely, you will find that this young man He is unshaven, wearing a jacket, and the waistband of the socks exposed at the ankles is yellowed. The whole person is filled with a strong uncle style. He is completely different from the rebellious young man who once wore pigtails, held a Japanese war gun, and played cosplay. Two people.
After several years of being a gangster, enough was enough, and then he joined the criminal police force by chance. After a rich life experience, he also became a three-year-old in the blink of an eye, less grandiose and more calm and responsible.
…
Inside the bar, a middle-aged woman was sitting on a bench, and two men put a gun to her head. The surveillance video was unplugged, and then the hard drive was taken out.
In the corridor, the footsteps were slow and rhythmic, and there were three people striding towards the door of the room.
Soon, they arrived at the door of the private room.
The strong man leading the team gently inserted the key from the bar into the door lock, and then turned it slowly. With the gentle movement, only a small noise was heard.
"Squeak."
There was a soft sound, and the door opened a gap. In the darkness, the strong man couldn't see the scene inside clearly, so he pushed the door suddenly.
"Bang."
The door wasn't open, and the bed plank stuck in the door made a scraping sound against the floor.
"Hold."
The strong man cursed and kicked the door open.
"flap."
Menmen instantly sat up from the bed, looked at the crack in the door, paused for only 0.1 seconds, picked up the bench next to him, and suddenly swung it into the air.
"ah,."
Wu Li screamed, and with a crash, the chandelier fell in pieces, and pieces of glass shards splashed on Menmen's neck and head with high temperature, and the smell of burning suddenly filled the air.
Now it was completely invisible inside the house, the door was kicked open, and two gun muzzles came directly in.
"Whoosh."
A thermos flask flew directly to the door and hit the door beam with a bang. The boiling water splashed down. The two strong men who had just entered the door screamed and ran out with their heads lowered.
"Bang."
After Menmen threw away the kettle, he opened the window above the bed and said, "Get up."
Wu Li stumbled in the darkness, covering her head with her left hand, and lay dazedly at the window.
"Don't move, police."
Menmen pulled out a pistol-shaped object from his waist and suddenly shouted outside.
"Hula la."
The three people outside the door ducked out of the way in an instant, and then one of them, with a big spot on his face that was burned red by boiling water, pointed the pistol directly into the house, and suppressively pulled the trigger.
"Kangkongkangkang."
Gunshots rang out and flames sprayed.
"Rush in."
Another person yelled, gritting his teeth and rushing into the house.
"Whoosh."
Menmen hid in the corner, threw away the things in his hands, then ran up to the computer desk in two steps and got directly to the window.
The three people outside the private room rushed into the room immediately. When they lowered their heads, they saw that what Menmen had just picked up was just a holster. His gun could not be brought into the prison. It had been kept by his colleagues in the criminal police team.
The gang kicked the gun holsters away and then chased him through the window.
Outside the window.
As soon as Menmen and Wu Li came out, a gust of wind blew over their heads. He pulled Wu Li back, and then Ben Ben lifted his neck.
"when."
The shining pure steel military thorn was chopped on the window sill with one knife, and by the way, it took away a few hairs from the door.
"Bang."
Menmen raised his leg and kicked it on the man's hip.
"Hang."
When the gunshot rang out, Wu Li, who was standing on one side, saw with her own eyes a cloud of blood mist rising from Menmen's body.
"Pfft."
But Menmen himself didn't feel anything at all. With red eyes, he threw down the man holding the gun next to him. The two of them rolled to the steps and hit their heads on the concrete edge with a banging sound. Menmen was riding here. For a person, raising your hand is a punch.
"Boom, puff."
The man beneath him received a punch, his head shook, and then his body suddenly stiffened. Menmen didn't notice this detail at all. His adrenaline was soaring, and the movements his body made were completely subconscious reactions. He hugged him three times in a row. After the punch, I looked up and found that the back of the man's neck was stuck on the wrought iron thatch in the flower bed. Blood was spurting from his mouth and his eyes were staring. He was obviously about to die.
"Hold."
The other person took the knife and cut again.
"ah,."
Wu Li screamed with her eyes closed, running messily on the ground with her calves, holding a brick in her hand, twirling her thin arms, and suddenly photographed it from behind.
"Bang."
The temple of the strong man holding the knife suddenly swelled, and he turned back suddenly.
"King Kang."
Menmen picked up the pistol and fired repeatedly. The strong man holding the knife knelt down on the spot, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
The desperate mandarin duck ran away again, and after 300 meters, he got into an alley, and then ran up the external stairs of a hotel.
Below, four men who look like wolves and tigers have arrived.
"Baga, kill them all."
The man spoke in bad language and shouted angrily.
"Fuck you, mom, it turns out you are not a compatriot, you are a Japanese. I will show you what the state of China's national defense force will be in fifty years."
Wu Li was pushing the door on the second floor of the external staircase. Someone was chasing him. Menmen had no choice but to block Wu Li and raised his pistol.
The four people below stood together with a small gap. They were about to run upstairs when they saw Menmen also holding a pistol.
The two parties looked at each other.
Five seconds later.
"Kangkongkangkong...!"
The gunfire sounded like fried beans, fire was fired at close range, sparks flew everywhere, and various debris flew across the surrounding walls.
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At the entrance of the Black Hotel, two old-model Passats were parked. Xiang Hui, who was in the car, looked across the street and saw crowds of people watching the show at the entrance of the Black Hotel. The scene was extremely noisy and there were large pools of blood on the ground.
"Snapped."
Xiang Hui opened the phone and dialed my mobile phone.
"Hey, how's it going?"
I asked.
"Brother, the news you gave me was a step too late. Someone took action first."
Xiang Hui gritted his teeth and said.
"Where is Menmen? Do you see Menmen?" I asked through gritted teeth, not caring about other questions at all.
"did not see it."
"Look,, go and look, see if there is any door."
I shouted extremely anxiously.
"Okay, I understand."
With that said, we hung up the phone.
…
On the street, Menmen's stomach and thighs were bright red. He led Wu Li and ran for two streets. Then he lost strength, turned pale, and fell to the ground. Then he said to Wu Li: "I can't protect you anymore." ...You...you go, give me the phone and call an ambulance.
After saying that, Menmen's eyes darkened and he gradually lost consciousness. Wu Li stood there, panicked, bent down to cover the wounds on Menmen's body, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "...You didn't abandon me, and I won't either. you."
A few seconds later, Wu Li took out her phone and dialed a friend's mobile phone. Her number was the temporary card and domestic machine she bought later, not the one used in Hong Kong, because that one had been confiscated.