Liu Ziguang came menacingly, and the four people in the car were unambiguous. Zhang Baiqiang reacted the fastest, grabbed a pistol and shot head on. Unlike his brothers who like to use internationally famous guns, Zhang Baiqiang's gun is a very new Vietnamese one.
Version TT33, using 7.62mm pistol bullets with strong penetrating power. If fired at such a close distance, Liu Ziguang's head will definitely turn into a big red-flesh watermelon as if it fell from a ten-story building...
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But what made Zhang Baiqiang extremely confused was that he clearly aimed at Liu Ziguang's head and pulled the trigger, but the other party just dodged the bullet like a phantom, and then his wrist went numb and the pistol flew out.
He flew out of the car window and fell into the mud far away.
Lu Hai, who was sitting in the driver's seat, hurriedly pulled out the military dagger from his waist and emitted a blue-grey cold light. It was not dazzling at all, but the air-conditioning was overwhelming. But before he could rush over, Liu Ziguang punched him in the jaw.
His whole jaw was dislocated. He screamed in pain, opened the car door and jumped out.
This man moved too fast. He was no match for the fight in the car. Zhang Baiqiang and others also hurriedly pushed the door open and pulled out their weapons from their waists. The bullets had been exhausted and the firearms turned into fire sticks. In their hands were all kinds of fire sticks.
A unique cold weapon.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The four gangsters all had injuries of varying severity. The rain wet the bandages that had just been wrapped on their wounds. The blood mixed with the rain and dripped rapidly on the ground to form a stream. The four men
, four knives, and four pairs of wolf-like eyes staring at Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang was unarmed, but his scornful aura made the four gangsters dare not act rashly. If they were four hungry wolves, then Liu Ziguang would be a tiger roaring in the forest. Faced with the siege, his eyes were filled with contempt.
There were no words or orders, everything relied on years of tacit understanding. Zhang Baiqiang waved the Yingji sand knife in his hand and rushed forward first. Lu Hai, Wu Wu and Chu Xiangdong also rushed forward with sharp blades in hand. Liu Ziguang raised his foot to meet him and kicked him.
Lu Hai's chest actually kicked his heavy body away and landed in a mud puddle five or six meters away, splashing a pool of sewage. He tried to get up, but after struggling twice he gave up.
Then he kicked the razor out of Crow's hand, slapped him in the face with an ear razor, and whipped Crow around a few times before slamming him to the ground.
The movements were so fierce that Zhang Baiqiang and Chu Xiangdong were so shocked that they did not dare to attack. The powerful aura exuding from Liu Ziguang told them that this man was almost unbeatable. His movements were too sensitive and his strength was too powerful. He was simply an alien! A powerful one.
to breathtaking perverted fighting creatures.
Zhang Baiqiang and the others have traveled all over the world for many years and killed countless people. They have fought against police officers, professional killers, and armed drug dealers. They have also climbed out of the sea of blood step by step. The reason why they dare to go deep into the mainland and kill Yang Feng unscrupulously is because of their skills.
The expert is brave, but this time he really fell into trouble. He fell into the hands of a guy whose name and identity he didn't know.
Chu Xiangdong was breathing heavily, with a very painful expression on his face. His ribs were broken, and he didn't know which internal organ was injured. A stream of blood came out of his throat, but he still stood there with his hands on.
Hold a triangular spatula tightly.
In the pouring rain, both Lu Hai and Wu Wu were lying on the ground struggling to death. Wu Wu was shot twice by Han Guang. Although his vital parts were not injured, he still bled a lot. Lu Hai was also seriously injured. This foot
Go, I'm afraid at least a few ribs will be broken.
The heavy rain connected the sky and the earth, and everyone was soaked. No one moved, only the sound of heavy breathing amidst the sound of the wind.
Suddenly, pale lightning pierced the sky and thunder exploded. Zhang Baiqiang roared and threw Yingjisha in his hand like a flying knife. When Liu Ziguang dodged to avoid it, he rushed towards Liu Ziguang and hugged Liu Ziguang tightly with both hands.
Liu Ziguang swung his legs twice, but he didn't shake him off.
"Damn it, play brown sugar tactics with me." Liu Ziguang raised his other foot and stomped on Zhang Baiqiang's head. The foot wearing a big leather shoe stepped on the gangster's mud-covered face, and blood covered the mud.
splash.
"A Dong, take them and run away!" Zhang Baiqiang shouted.
Chu Xiangdong stared at Liu Ziguang fiercely, a little eager to give it a try, but Zhang Baiqiang's words made the fire in his eyes go out a little. He gritted his teeth and ran to the two local companions who could not afford it, and helped them up, limping.
Walk towards the car.
"Want to run away? It's not that easy." Liu Ziguang wanted to kick away Zhang Baiqiang, a burden, but found that Zhang Baiqiang had handcuffed his right hand and Liu Ziguang's left leg together at some point.
Zhang Baiqiang was already semi-conscious, but he still held on to Liu Ziguang tightly and refused to let go, muttering: "Run, run."
Liu Ziguang picked up the Yingjisha on the ground. It was an extremely sharp Xinjiang knife. He gestured on Zhang Baiqiang's wrist, considering whether to cut off his hand. After gesticulating twice, he smiled helplessly and stopped.
.
At this moment, the off-road vehicle quickly reversed and drove straight into Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang fully thought that they would run into Zhang Baiqiang regardless of his life or death. However, at the last moment, the off-road vehicle braked suddenly and the three of them had a chance to escape.
The man jumped out of the car again and took the tool he took out from the tool box towards Liu Ziguang.
There was another melee. The three gangsters clung to Liu Ziguang. The five of them crawled and rolled in the mud, wrestling and fighting. In the end, everyone except Liu Ziguang was exhausted and lay on the mud like mud monkeys.
Inside, Liu Ziguang was also tired from playing, so he found a big rock to sit down, thinking about how to deal with these gangsters. The rain became lighter, but it was still falling. Liu Ziguang took out his mobile phone and shook it. It was soaked in muddy water and was broken.
He threw down his cell phone and took out a pack of Zhongnanhai from his pocket. There was only one cigarette left in the cigarette box, which was still crumpled and out of shape.
Liu Ziguang put the cigarette in his mouth, shook it out and lit it, took a deep puff, looked at the three unbeatable Xiaoqiang, waved the cigarette at them: "Want a sip?"
With that, he handed the cigarette to Chu Xiangdong who was closest to him. Chu Xiangdong took it with his muddy hands, took a nice puff, and passed it to Lu Hai. Lu Hai was lying on the ground, with his elbows on the ground, deeply
He took a puff of the cigarette, as if he wanted to inhale all the nicotine into his lungs, then slowly exhaled, closing his eyes and saying, "Yikes!"
"Are you from Fujian?" Liu Ziguang asked casually. Although Lu Hai was tall and tough, he always had an indescribable southern flavor in his bones.
"I am a human being." Lu Hai replied.
"A good shot? Where did you learn it?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Army Academy..."
"You can't tell it's still a soldier. What about you, the long-haired monster?" Liu Ziguang asked, pointing at the crow.
Just as the cigarette passed into Crow's hand, the long-haired young man held the cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, squinted his eyes and took a sip, saying as if he was still unfinished: "I am from Hong Kong, a member of a gang, and was betrayed by a big boss and ran away.
When I came to the mainland, I followed Brother Qiang."
After saying that, he passed the cigarette to Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang took the cigarette and patted Zhang Baiqiang's face: "Don't pretend to be dead, take a puff to refresh yourself." Then he stuffed the cigarette into Zhang Baiqiang's mouth.
Zhang Baiqiang tried his best to open his eyes that were covered in blood, and took two puffs, until the cigarette burned to the filter.
Liu Ziguang played with the Yingjisha in his hand and asked him: "Are you from Xinjiang?"
"From the Corps." Zhang Baiqiang said concisely.
"Did something happen?"
"In July 5th, I did what I had to do."
Ziguang nodded.
"Okay, I've finished my cigarettes, it's time to hit the road." Liu Ziguang pulled out a flying TT33 like a magic trick.
Zhang Baiqiang grinned: "You are a man, and I will not be unjust if I die in your hands."
Liu Ziguang said: "You are also a tough guy." He raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
The shot broke with a "pop". Liu Ziguang stood up and said: "Damn, my shooting skills are not accurate. You are lucky."
After saying that, he dropped the gun and staggered away.
…
The sky cleared up, and a rainbow hung in the sky. The brigade police rushed to the cemetery. The scene shocked the bureau leaders and the captain of the Armed Police Mobile Squadron. Broken tombstones, sculptures, flower pots, and bullet casings were everywhere.
, and there were several blood stains.
In front of the tombstone where Chu Xiangdong paid homage, Han Guang picked up an ID card with half of it missing, and it was clearly Yang Feng's photo.
"This is the strongest evidence that the case is about to be solved." Han Guang said while holding his ID card.
Hu Rong said nothing, grabbed a Type 92 pistol from his colleagues in the criminal police team, and walked quickly down the mountain.
"Xiao Hu, come back! There are armed police searching for you, don't go!" Han Guang was just about to catch up when he suddenly squatted down, covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was hit by two bullets in the chest. Although he was protected by a body armor, he was still injured.
Internal injuries.
"Brigade Han is injured, stretcher!" the criminal police shouted loudly to the ambulance personnel. The scene was in a mess. Some people were collecting evidence and some were taking photos. Armed policemen holding 81 sticks and wearing camouflage uniforms crowded around the commander and listened to his deployment.
During the search mission, no one noticed that Hu Rong got on a police motorcycle and roared away. Hu Rong drove the motorcycle speeding on the muddy dirt road. The wind blew past her ears and blew her short hair.
, the female police officer was in a state of confusion. Liu Ziguang single-handedly chased such a vicious gangster, which would be a disaster. Thinking of this, she turned the accelerator sharply, and the motorcycle flew up with a roar, crossing a small river ditch.
Suddenly, a familiar figure staggered over from a distance. Hu Rong braked to a sudden stop, touched the ground with one leg, and looked at Liu Ziguang who was covered in mud with mixed emotions. He slowly got out of the car and walked towards him.
On the deserted and deserted road, there were lush trees on both sides, the mountain wind blew by, rustling, and the engine of the motorcycle made a subtle roar. Liu Ziguang stopped and gave Hu Rong a helpless smile: "Count them lucky
, actually slipped away..."
Hu Rong didn't say anything, she rushed forward, hugged Liu Ziguang tightly, and shed tears.