Volume 8 The Door to the Past Chapter 441 Death outside the window
The sound of gunfire suddenly became intense. 8 Starting
The flame was burning in the night. In the flickering light and shadow, he stood in the dark corner and looked at the back of his right hand stained with blood. Then he raised it and licked the bright red back of his hand. When he turned around,
A figure suddenly rushed out from the other side of the corner.
Under the fierce gunfire, the bricks and stones on the surrounding walls exploded and flew away. The man obviously wanted to break out, but was forced back by the suddenly stronger gunfire. As soon as the man rushed out, he looked up and saw the figure in front of him.
He subconsciously raised the gun and pulled the trigger. With a bang, the bullet passed through his ear and hit the wall behind him. The tiles exploded and the figure who suddenly rushed towards him was stunned.
"Jia, Jiaming...how did you get here..."
Mu Qingqing looked at the man standing in front of her and was stunned for a moment. At this time, she couldn't take a closer look. After finishing her sentence, another bullet grazed her side. She rushed forward and pulled
Jiaming squatted down by the low wall at the back. The view on this side was dark. A small wall stood upright, which was considered a blind spot for the opponent's shooting. At this time, gunfire was boiling outside. She looked at the side door of the factory not far away, breathing rapidly.
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"Someone rushed over just now. Didn't you meet it? We can't get out, so we have to run back. The police are almost here..." After saying a few words, he looked at Jiaming's face and said, "What's the matter with you?"
, I told you to take things back, why are you following me!"
At this time, the threat of death was very close. As she spoke, her arms trembled slightly, and she pointed to the side door of the factory not far ahead: "I say one, two, three, and you will run after me. Do you understand? One...
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The current situation did not allow for too much hesitation. Just now, she wanted to rush out from the other side. She did not see Sulap coming, but she also heard the high-pitched sentence "I am coming, and you will all die." When she
Presumably, as this person took action, the others also started to do real cleaning. After all, time was limited. The police were always coming. Since we can't rush out now, we went back over there and held on with the others for a few minutes. The word "three"
At the exit, she grabbed Jia Ming and rushed out. She seemed to be accidentally pushed by Jia Ming halfway, and a bullet grazed her back. Her body staggered. Then she jumped out suddenly and stood up with a thud.
When she got up, she had already jumped into the side door. Jia Ming was standing behind her, looking back outside.
Under the leadership of Mu Qingqing, the two of them passed several rooms close to the walls. When they arrived at the large room, bullets were pouring out of the window. Most of the objects in sight had been completely destroyed and injured.
Mucha was sitting in the corner. Xiaopang was hiding by a window, and Ding Xiong was leaning behind a half-broken table. It seemed that his hand had been injured. It was bleeding at this time, and the other people were looking for each other.
They had to take shelter somewhere. In the situation just now, they could occasionally fire back a few shots from the window, but now, those stray bullets hitting the machinery and shooting in all directions are fatal. Several injured people who were isolated by the window wanted to come over.
Everything has become a problem. Seeing someone coming in, Mucha and others originally raised their guns, but then put them down. He covered the wound on his lower abdomen with one hand, sweating from the pain: "Is there no way?"
"They are surrounded on all sides... but reinforcements are coming soon, right?"
"yes……"
That's what I said. 8 starts, but now the opponent's firepower is constantly covering it. People around are already surrounding here. If you risk looking out the window, some people walked out of the room with submachine guns. Once they are allowed to approach, a room like this
.Basically, there are no longer any blind spots to avoid. All this is probably just a matter of less than a minute. While talking, a police officer also noticed behind Mu Qingqing: "Why is he here too...
"
Before he could finish his question, something was thrown in from the side window. Mu Qingqing shouted, "Get down..." With a loud bang, flames burst out, and air waves swept out in all directions.
The factory building was large. There were not many people directly affected by the bomb. However, air waves rolled around for a while. Some debris flew out in all directions. Things like sawdust, iron pieces, etc. hit the wall. Dust was flying.
The asbestos tiles on the roof began to fall down in pieces. Not far away, Ding Xiong pushed away something that was pressing on him and rushed towards this side. Mu Qingqing shook the dust from his hair.
The flames flickered causing glare. There was also a buzzing in the ears. Several people around him were struggling to get up.
"We must rush out immediately..."
"No chance..." "Go that way."
"Always give it a try."
"I'm sorry...I hurt everyone..."
Critical moments always make people lose a certain sense of reality. The person next to them was talking, and the meaning was probably clear, but for a moment I couldn't analyze who said that. Someone stood up and grabbed Jiaming's arm.
Clothes: "There must be a loophole. Since he can come in, there must be a loophole in the siege of those people..."
Before she finished speaking, there was another huge shock. An outer wall of the compartment where she and Jiaming ran over collapsed with a rumble. The purpose now was to kill people, and the other party had already used grenades without any scruples.
, Mu Qingqing raised his hand and fired two shots outside. An injured police officer next to him jumped up with an "ah" sound, raised his gun and rushed towards the window.
Mu Qingqing kept firing after him. The ringing in his ears caused by the bomb just continued. There were chaotic emotions in his mind. He might be dying, but if he didn't fight now, he might not even have a chance to fight. He was surrounded by
Flames, dust, blood and whistling bullets, all actions are somewhat subconscious. The courage in despair, because this is the only thing you can do, so no matter how difficult it is, you have to do it.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not make up for the gap in reality. As soon as the man in front rushed to the window, he flew out upside down. She could almost see the blood on the body when it flew out. The right hand holding the gun was raised in the air.
In mid-air - he might not even have time to fire - through the side glance of the man, she could see three people shooting with guns in the small square outside, and in the window of the two-story building in the distance.
The figure who fired the gun, the bullet scratched his cheek, and the death stare.
At the same time, a black shadow walked past her, caught the pistol flying in the air, and then pushed the flying corpse in front of her aside.
Her foot slipped, and Mu Qingqing fell to the ground. She almost subconsciously stretched out her left hand and grabbed the corner of the black shadow in front of her. She seemed to have seen the scene of the person in front being hit. However, during this process
It seemed to become very long, so long that it seemed that the moment turned into eternity. After all, she did not fall completely. Through her limited field of vision, she saw that there seemed to be red flowers blooming outside, which were the heads of people in the small square.
The scene of explosion.
At the same moment, from the small building opposite, Min Kun saw the head of a sniper beside him blooming.
At this time, he was getting ready to leave. The man at the window next to him was Sulap's mercenary. He actually didn't care about Sulap. After his son died, he only cared about revenge, but no matter what
, it must be admitted that they are very powerful, and they have had an overwhelming advantage from the beginning. Even if their people walk to the square, the police will probably not be able to shoot. Now those people in Mucha are dead, he
It was time to leave. After he finished explaining to his son in his heart, the moment he stood up, he saw a bloody light rushing out from the front.
The blood rushed to the wall behind. The head of the man in the window was shattered in an instant, and half of his skull was torn off. In a window further away, a man's head seemed to have flowers of blood, which bloomed in an instant.
, withered. The man fell down just like that, holding the gun. A close subordinate was walking towards him, and passed the window at that moment. Then half of his face was cut off, and a bullet was shot from the side of his face.
He entered, and his broken bones and blood were taken away in an instant. He was still a good person one moment, but in the next moment, everything from the bridge of his nose downwards, including his entire chin, had completely disappeared. But he himself was completely unconscious - completely.
Without reacting, he just took two steps toward Min Kun. Then he fell to the ground with a bang.
Seeing this scene, Min Kun just stood there. At that moment, he felt that his heart had stopped beating...
After a few seconds, the gunshots on one side began to quiet down, and the flames were burning. In the messy factory building, people could not react at all to the scene in front of them. They began to struggle to get up from the ground, each holding a gun, ready to attack.
The desperate people were now a little at a loss. Mu Qingqing stood there, looking at the man in front of her who had been with her for more than half a year. He had just taken the magazine from her body. Because he was pulling and pulling her.
The clothes on his body were a little dirty now, and he stood like that at the window, pointing a pistol outside. The only thing he was doing seemed to be pulling the trigger. Three people in the square were holding guns.
The person who came to throw the grenade from the submachine gun had already fallen down. There were still people in the building over there, but they would be hit if they looked out. A body fell from the top floor and fell on the steps in front of the building.
No one spoke, everyone just stared at the man's movements, the fire light flickered, no one could understand this situation, it was the people over there who suppressed this side, and now, he alone has completely defeated everyone.
Suppressed.
After more than ten seconds, Jia Ming glanced at Mu Qingqing next to him: "I'm going out to clean up, and you guys are ready to come out." After saying that, he pulled out a dagger from a police officer next to him and jumped out of the window.
Using the cover of objects in the small square, they rushed towards the row of houses. After a while, killings spread out from the windows one by one in the night.
Mucha struggled to get up, and it took him a long time to speak: "Captain Mu, this friend of yours... who was he before? A special force of the People's Liberation Army?"
"Uh, this..." Mu Qingqing came back to her senses, "I don't know..."
There was a little light in the mountains. When Mu Qingqing reached the top of the building, he saw Jia Ming standing on the corner of the roof with a sniper rifle and shooting.
She walked over cautiously, hid behind the eaves of the top floor and looked outside. Those who had surrounded them before had now been completely defeated. There were probably still people escaping in the mountains and forests. With every shot from Jiaming, the darkness began to rise.
One person will fall down, some will scream, and some will not even have time to scream. Looking up at Jiaming's profile, she has never seen such an expression on his face. In the past, he was either dull.
, or it is deep, and this expression now... How should I put it, is like the feeling of an excellent technician when completing a detailed work, with a well-thought-out and meticulous attitude, except... well, he is indeed now
kill.
She didn't know if she should stop him, or if he would listen to her. At least Mu Cha and the others didn't dare to come up at all now - who knew what kind of mental state he was in now. In the past, Mu Cha
When Qingqing introduced them, she said that Jiaming was mentally ill.
The sound of the police car was also approaching. This time it was a real large force, which seemed to have started to go up the mountain. When Mu Qingqing wanted to speak, Jia Ming put down his gun.
"I won't say goodbye."
"Well?"
"I've been in a state of confusion these past few years. I haven't thought about some things clearly yet. I don't want anyone to investigate me."
"You, you have to leave..."
Jiaming stretched out his hand and patted his head: "I want to find some people and do something. Your home is in Jianghai. I might come to find you then. My home... should also be in Jianghai."
Mu Qingqing looked at him: "Has your memory really recovered?"
"It's not specific, but I always remember what I should remember." Jia Ming smiled, his smile a little stiff, "You probably have to meet some people before you can figure out what they mean to me...
The last time you brought me to Hong Kong, it was a public weapon for private use, which would cause you a lot of trouble, so you must be mentally prepared."
Mu Qingqing nodded, and then shrugged calmly: "At worst, I will be dismissed, and I won't go to jail..."
"If you are caught, don't worry, I will rescue you."
"Well... you don't need to be so boastful... haha..." Mu Qingqing laughed, but when he saw Jiaming suddenly jump down from the building, he remembered one thing: "Hey, my home address in Jianghai is
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"I will find out if necessary."
Downstairs, the figure waved from behind, and Mu Qingqing stood there. The night wind blew over, blowing away the bloody smell. It was cool and refreshing. She watched the figure go further and further away, and finally disappeared in the woods.
, suddenly burst out laughing. The smile was a bit complicated, and I didn’t know what it was like in my heart...