Chapter 295: Hit the lame man’s good leg! (Thanks to Brother 'Bolong' for being promoted to helmsman!)

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"Fire!"

Under my roar, the machine guns on the armored vehicles and the AK47s in the hands of the police opened fire at the same time. They fired alternately at the window of the villa, refusing to let this group of people show up again.

At this time, a group of young men in police uniforms rushed towards the downstairs of the villa.

When they arrived at the downstairs of the villa, they immediately passed the ball in their hands to a person's hand. The young man in charge of throwing didn't even look at what he was holding. He only performed one action, which was to pull out the safety. Throw it in.

I was checking the numbers in the armored vehicle.

one two three……

"Hey, don't throw it away!"

"Don't throw it away!!"

My shouts were immediately drowned out by the explosion. I watched as this guy first threw a round grenade, and then a slender barrel smoke bomb. The last one was thrown too fast. I really I didn't see it clearly.

As a result, smoke just came out of the house...

boom!

There was an explosion, and the turbulent flow squeezed out all the smoke.

During that gap, I seemed to see something collapse and fall to the ground, right at the feet of the policeman on the west side of the room...

bump!

After a loud noise, I was so far away that I didn’t know what I heard. My ears and eyes buzzed endlessly, almost as if a text had been drilled into them. The cars in the entire villa area collectively flashed double flashes, all of them... Mom is calling the police!

What the fuck...

What the hell are you throwing American defensive grenades, smoke grenades, and shock bombs at the same time? Are you afraid that I won’t be able to see you because you’re too breasty?

Throw whatever you have in your hand? ? ? ! ! !

If you hand over the sanitary napkins that your wife has used up, will you also throw them upstairs?

I don’t even know how to scold these bastards anymore, but how can these bastards be so stupid that they don’t even look like they can go to the battlefield? Who do I dare to lead them to fight? !

Dahei in the driver's seat was dumbfounded. He opened his mouth and stared at the villa in shock. I guess he had never seen such a detonator in his life.

I could already tell from Dahei’s face how precious this thing was to those of them who had survived the African battlefield, and I got out of the car very embarrassed...

I really can't wait any longer.

The sound of machine gunfire and AK47 gunfire stopped. The policeman standing at the bottom of the villa covered his ears with one hand and held a grenade in the other hand. Fortunately, Lixi was far away, otherwise they would all lie down.

Erhei couldn't hold it back anymore. He pressed the steel plate with both hands on the roof of the armored vehicle and pulled out his two legs. He ran all the way on the roof of the armored vehicle. When he got downstairs, he raised his hand and opened his mouth, then snatched it back from the kid's hand. of the blast bomb, pulled out the safety and threw it in again.

"GO!"

"GO!GO!GO!!"

Erhei waved and shouted at all the policemen. At this moment, a white light flashed in the night sky from the upper floor of the villa - touch!

And I, after this moment, finally understood what the shock bomb was all about.

This thing would make a strong sound and flash. I even saw a piece of the ceiling on the second floor of the villa being shaken off by the explosion-like sound.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no one alive in the bombed house, I would have really wanted to ask them how they felt after being hit like this.

But he turned his head and looked at the group of mighty policemen who had just tasted the taste of shock bombs and were kneeling on the ground with their heads covered and their heads twitching on the ground... It seemed that they could understand without asking.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Inside the villa, gunshots were heard again.

I don’t know if the electric switch in the villa was pulled by someone or was damaged by a gun. Anyway, after this group of police officers rushed into the villa, the entire villa was plunged into darkness.

I roughly estimated that there must be about fifteen or six young police officers entering.

After Erhei pushed the policemen into the house, he held the pistol drawn from his waist and raised his head to guard the window.

Da da da da da!

Every gunshot heard in the villa made the dark room shine with light, followed by painful wails.

"my leg!!"

"My legs!!!"

"There's someone there, shoot!"

Da da da……

"It's me!"

"I!"

I can't even imagine what these guys who usually show off their power to the common people went through in the villa. But five minutes later, the door of the villa opened.

The leading young policeman put his shoulder on the armpit of a lame man and walked out dejectedly. Behind him, two young policemen, one on the left and one on the right, pulled an old man's arm and stretched it out.

Apart from that, there is no one!

The young man who walked out with his companion came to me and opened his mouth and said, "Master Xu, there are two seriously injured brothers inside who need an ambulance."

two?

I grabbed his body armor: "Are you sure you meant two?"

Just when I was surprised, the old man threw him to the ground, leaning against the lamppost and interjected: "I'm sure."

"Everyone else died in the hands of me and a few brothers!"

"If I hadn't been so addicted to killing that I forgot to leave a bullet for myself...ah!!!"

I cursed: "I'll chop you up!"

The old man straightened his neck and said, "Come on! Brother Pao never has diarrhea!!"

He was arousing me and wanted a good time.

I let go of the little policeman in my hand, walked to the streetlight and stepped on his leg.

There were several streams of blood coming out of the wound where the bullet had drilled out of the hole. This must have been a gunshot wound caused by the opponent's muzzle jumping up and down after being shot from a low position. The last long and narrow wound was on the inner thigh. It was probably because he had been knocked down at this time that he avoided hitting his upper body when the gun muzzle swept up.

"Is your surname Peng?"

I looked at the old man who was gritting his teeth and asked this sentence.

He gritted his teeth loudly, but at this juncture, I shot at his other good leg - bang!

The boss Peng dragged his injured leg in pain and almost jumped up. The back of his head hit the street lamp post with a bang, making the metal post make a buzzing sound.

"Hurry up, just hurry up."

The boss Peng was so cruel, looking at his legs that were bleeding constantly, he actually shouted "hurry up".

"about to die?"

"You can't die. It's only less than three minutes' drive from Menneng People's Hospital. There's not much in this place except a lot of blood. I can have a full set of ambulances come with blood packs with just one phone call. .”

"Looking at the speed of blood coming out of your leg, you probably won't die if you haven't damaged the aorta."

I looked at the boss Peng coldly: "If you fall into my hands, I will make it difficult for you to die!"

The boss Peng suddenly raised his head and looked at me. The hatred almost turned into reality along with the wrinkles on his face.

"I'll tell you where the arms are hidden, and give me a good time..." The boss Peng said this feebly.

Only then did I lift my foot that I had pressed down hard. When it landed on the ground, I left a bloody footprint with traces of blood spattering on it.

"Do you think I care about that batch of arms?"

"When I've played with you enough, I'll hand you over to that West Asian man. Whether you have arms then is your business. What does it have to do with me?"

I stretched out my hand and held the big man’s stubble-covered chin: “I’m in Menneng, and I’ve met a few people. Some of them are not normal, but I’m especially interested in the old man. The seventh man told me that those people are under the influence of gangsters. Those old men are causing trouble in prison..."

I looked at the boss Peng with a sneer and said, "I must introduce you to him."

Boss Peng didn't expect that I would dare to insult him like this. He stared and shouted, "Kill me the hell!"

My expression was just the opposite of that of the boss Peng, with a winner's smile on my face, and I said playfully: "I can't." (End of this chapter)