Shi Dazhuang jumped up like a frightened leopard, turned off the light, locked the door, leaned against the window and looked outside, then jumped out of the window.
He turned around and covered the window, and said to the beauty and Bai Xiaosan: "Hide here and don't go out!" Then he pulled out the Type 92 pistol he carried with him, stood on tiptoes like a cat and tried not to make any sound, and walked through the rooms of the police station. The corridor quickly ran to the outside of the courtyard.
There was a gunshot, and a bullet hit the wall behind Shi Dazhuang.
Shi Dazhuang jumped forward and tumbled forward, hiding behind a pillar. Then he quickly fired back at the place where the gunshot had been fired.
There was a muffled groan from the other side, followed by gurgling curses and a series of gunshots. The bullets hit the pillar where he was hiding, causing a lot of debris to collapse.
Shi Dazhuang heard the accent from Myanmar and Vietnam. This was what he expected. Small domestic criminal gangs would not have the guts to attack the police station with guns. Only criminals from abroad would be so bold because they have a way out. As long as we leave the border, there is nothing we can do against them.
However, Shi Dazhuang did not expect that this group of people actually had assault rifles. He heard at least two AKs firing at him at the same time. Moreover, the opponent was very experienced. He did not just blindly fight, but used burst shooting to suppress him, making him unable to leave his current position. Someone else should be outflanking him.
It must be Muka's person, but I don't know if Muka will come in person. Unfortunately, there is not even a photo of Muka in the police information.
Shi Dazhuang only had a Type 92 pistol in his hand, with a full magazine of only 15 rounds. Without being sure of the opponent's number and location, he must try to save bullets.
He came to southern Yunnan to pick up Poppy, not on business, so he didn't bring a gun. This gun was specially left to him by Peng Jiahu to prevent accidents. Although doing so was against discipline, Shi Dazhuang couldn't care less about the explosion in the hotel.
The sudden gunshots aroused Shi Dazhuang's fighting spirit, and he seemed to have returned to his days as a soldier. For a good scout, no matter how difficult the situation is, he has encountered it, let alone the gangsters in front of him.
He inserted the gun into his waist, took a breath, clasped his fingers on the groove of the pillar, and climbed along the pillar to the top beam of the corridor. He hung upside down on the roof of the corridor, moving five or six meters to the side like a spider. The eaves of the corridor obscured his figure, and the gangsters were still shooting at the corridor columns.
He saw two black figures approaching from both sides where he had just been hiding. He remained calm, waiting for one of them to approach, then suddenly jumped down, threw the criminal down, put his elbow on the criminal's throat, and when he turned over, he broke his neck. Then he pulled out his gun and knocked down the other gangster with one shot.
The gangster holding an AK found him, and bullets poured towards him again.
Shi Dazhuang rolled on the spot, dodged the bullet, and rolled behind a nearby stone pier. He saw three gangsters, two of whom were holding AKs and the other was holding a pistol.
The three gangsters probably also experienced his power and did not dare to take risks easily. They began to retreat while fighting. They retreated very methodically. One held an AK and fired, while the other two ran back. The two aks took turns suppressing him, making it impossible for Shi Dazhuang to fight back effectively.
The gangsters withdrew outside the police station gate. There was a pickup truck parked there.
We can't let them escape!
This was Shi Dazhuang's only thought. One of those three people was probably Muka. Once they get into the car and escape into the mountains to the south, it will be difficult to catch up with them. They only need to run towards the border. Unless there is a large police force to round up, it is too difficult to prevent them from crossing the border in the rainforest.
They must be held back!
The sound of gunshots here can be heard far away. In addition to the police station, the town also has the town government. After they find out that the police station is attacked, they will definitely ask for help from Ruihekou. In two hours, the special police from Ruihekou will arrive.
Of course Shi Dazhuang would not have thought that the armed helicopter of the Proton City Bureau's special police brigade had already set off at this moment. If he came directly to him, it would arrive in less than an hour. Of course, the rescue target of the helicopter is not him, but Peng Jiahu, who is experiencing a narrow escape at this moment.
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Three team members were lost in the blink of an eye, and Peng Jiahu's heart was bleeding. He didn't know if Si Mao had time to send out the rescue signal. If not, then today's situation would be really difficult to deal with.
The enemy not only has assault rifles, but also grenades and individual rocket launchers, but our side is full of pistols. How can we fight this battle?
"Fuck you! This is not drug trafficking, this is invasion!" Peng Jiahu cursed while assessing the situation. The only way to survive now is to run deep into the jungle and use the complex terrain cover to fight in roundabout ways. This was originally a tactic used by drug dealers to evade police pursuit, but now it was their turn to use it.
Since the communication equipment was all in Si Mao's car, now that the car was bombed, the headset is no longer useful.
Peng Jiahu pulled off the cord of his earphones and shouted loudly to Sanzi, who was more than ten meters away from him: "Escape! Escape into the rainforest! I'll cover you!"
His voice was loud, hoping that the people on the other side of the woods to the left could hear him.
The third son obviously heard his order clearly and started running into the forest, using the dense tree trunks to avoid bullets. After running for a while, he started to fight back at the gangsters to give Peng Jiahu time to escape.
Peng Jiahu immediately got up and ran into the dense forest as well. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a gangster kneeling down with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.
"You still want to fuck him?" He cursed and walked diagonally, shouting to the third son: "Get down!"
Sanzi quickly fell to the ground, and a rocket roared over and hit the tree trunk he was leaning on, exploding into a huge fireball and sending dead leaves in the forest flying.
Peng Jiahu didn't have time to worry about what happened to his third son. He took advantage of the flying leaves and the smoke to cover up from the side. He saw the opportunity and shot the guy who had just fired the rocket and was looking very proud.
Of course, he had expected that there would be a series of retaliatory bullets flying towards him, so after he finished shooting, he didn't have time to confirm whether he had killed his opponent, and immediately rolled into a ditch.
He lay down in the ditch, looking for the third son, and did not dare to shout.
At this time, the gangsters probably became cautious because they lost one person, and did not dare to press forward too boldly. The two sides fell into a brief stalemate.
Sanzi finally showed his head from behind a tree and gestured to indicate that he was okay. Peng Jiahu felt relieved and made a gesture to continue retreating.
The third son retreated, and Peng Jiahu fired to cover. Then, the three sons took cover and Peng Jiahu retreated. After running like this several times, the woods have become denser and denser, and the sky has also turned dark. Apart from the faint shadows of the trees, nothing can be seen in front of me.
The two sides ceased fire as if they had reached a tacit agreement.
After a while, the sound of a motor starting came from the woods. Peng Jiahu concluded that this was not their car. It sounded like an off-road pickup truck like a Ford F-150.
Peng Jiahu took a deep breath and threw away the last empty magazine. He was secretly glad that if it got dark later, he would have almost run out of bullets.
