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Bang bang!

Imitation of the ancient streets of Song Dynasty, the gunshots continued.

Heavy snow burying the building, blurred vision.

On both sides of the street, heavily armed police officers proceeded in hiding. Start the hunting game.

哐!

Qi Jun kicked open the store door, dragging Yan Lin, who was shot, into the store.

After breaking off, the two police officers who followed him looked tense, and their hands trembled slightly.

"close the door!"

Qi Jun gave an order.

Looking through the boxes and cabinets in the store, I found out the gauze for Yanlin to stop the bleeding.

The shot hit Yan Lin's abdomen, and the wound was huge, and the blood was flowing like a fountain, and he couldn't stop it. If he cannot be sent to a doctor for treatment in time, he will inevitably lose too much blood and die.

"Hold on. I still owe you a few drinks." Qi Jun wrapped his gauze around Yan Lin's waist and said in a deep voice. "After this battle, let's not get drunk or return."

Patter.

Qi Jun lit a cigarette and stuffed it into Yanlin's mouth. The heart sank to the bottom.

He knew that Yan Lin couldn't hold it anymore.

Dozens of **** approached in front, and the back road was completely cut off.

Mo said that Yanlin, who was heavily wounded, could not escape the danger even with his two companions.

"Qi team. Leave me alone." Yan Lin, with a pale face, endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth. "One can save one."

Killing all the way, they killed nearly 20 ****, but also lost seven people. The battle was fierce, and life and death were fleeting.

But fortunately, the guys who claim to be God did not break their promise.

Whenever a **** is killed, a hostage is released.

This makes their going to death have value and meaning!

Hiss.

Yan Lin tried his best to smoke two puffs of cigarettes, his eyes dimmed and tarnished.

"I will take you out." Qi Jun said in a deep voice that he didn't believe him. Just want to continue for a few minutes for Yan Lin who is dying.

"Qi team--" Yan Lin suddenly trembled and grabbed Qi Jun's arm. "I don't regret it! I've never lived as a man like today!"

"Let me choose again, and I will still—follow you to the battlefield."

Yan Lin's expression was stiff, and he swallowed his last breath.

The shop fell silent, and there was no sound.

Qi Jun raised his hand and covered Yan Lin's wide-open eyes.

The two police officers had red eyes and gritted their teeth.

When it comes to this, life and death are no more than a thought.

The companion fell, and the hostage was saved.

They sacrificed their lives and forgot their fear of death.

They burned with enthusiasm, just want to stand on this last post!

"Brother, you didn't die in vain." Qi Jun's eyes were moist, but he clenched his steel teeth.

There is no time to grieve him.

No time to say goodbye to him.

He loosened the gauze that held Yanlin's wound, and let out a sigh of breath.

Click.

He took out the magazine to check, only the last bullet remained.

But his eyes are extremely firm, without any timidity.

"How many bullets are left?" Qi Jun asked.

"Two." One of them replied.

"Nothing," the other person said.

At this moment, they have no support and no supplies.

Outside the store, a large number of **** came from all directions.

Isolated and helpless, they have become a turtle in the urn.

"Take it." Qi Jun threw the gun in his hand to the subordinate who had no bullets. His eyes calmly said. "Save three more hostages and our task will be completed."

The bodies of the two police officers trembled, and their sallow faces showed generosity.

"Yes!"

Buzzing.

The phone in my pocket rang.

Qi Jun finally made room to answer.

Before, he was stuck in a hard fight and had no time to take care of it.

There are as many as dozens of missed calls on the mobile phone. It's all from the side.

"Hey! Where are you? What's the situation now!?"

As soon as it was connected, Fang Ju asked in a row. Emotional and difficult to control.

"Fang Ju. Twenty hostages will come out." Qi Jun said calmly. "Check your identity in detail, don't get hurt by mistake, and be alert to being infiltrated by the enemy."

Director Fang seemed to have not heard Qi Jun's report, and roared: "My **** question is where you are! Are you injured! How are you now!?"

Qi Jun opened his mouth and his eyes were very firm: "I'm fine."

"You hold on! Chu Yun brought in your former unit's comrades!" Fang Ju roared. "Get me out alive!"

Qi Jun looked resolute and said every word: "Leader, I am not afraid of death."

"Who the **** is not afraid of death!?" Fang Ju shouted. "You have completed your mission! Don't act rashly! Waiting for support!"

"I am really." Qi Jun gritted his teeth, shaking all over. "Not afraid of death!"

"Listen to my command! Stand by! Waiting for support!" Fang Ju roared. "Waiting for you to come out! Lao Tzu will guarantee you a promotion and a fortune!"

Qi Jun cut off the phone.

Turning around, grinning at the two remaining subordinates: "Have you heard? Fang Ju said, wait for us to get promoted and get rich!"

The two of them were affected by Qi Jun's emotions and grinned, "Then you have to go to Dingsheng to have a good meal."

"Wait for going out! I'll treat you to a big meal with my wife's book!"

Qi Jun stood up abruptly.

Holding the pistol with empty magazines, his eyes were firm and strong: "Now, get rid of that bunch of waste first!"

The two followed and got up, without squinting their eyes, their momentum was flying.

"How many rounds of the 05 pistol?" Qi Jun kicked the shop door.

The gusty wind howled, the wind and snow continued.

The figures approached one after another, and death descended!

"Twelve shots." One of them was humane.

The 05 type is conventional equipment. They couldn't be more familiar.

"No. It's thirteen shots."

Qi Jun clasped his empty gun tightly, his resolute face was full of murderous air: "I am the last bullet!"

"Kill out!"

Bang bang bang!

The bullets rain, just like the day!

...

**** Three dead and one injured.

Two of Qi Jun's men were shot to death and fell in a pool of blood.

Qi Jun was shot twice in the body, but it was not fatal.

It seems that the group of **** want to continue playing with him.

"Have you been a soldier?"

A **** wrapped in white clothes stepped forward. There was a creaking noise under my feet.

He holds a gun in his hand, his eyes are like eagles, sharp and cold.

Qi Jun leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

But he didn't answer, his dark eyes stared at each other.

"You are brave. But you—"

Whoosh!

Without warning, Qi Jun suddenly jumped up!

Flop!

Like a cheetah, he rushed to the ****, and slammed the dagger hidden in his hand into the opponent's throat.

Bang bang!

After a few shots, Qi Jun used the body of the **** as a physical shield. But even so, a few bullets still hit his body.

"Release!"

Qi Jun roared.

He tried his best to kill one more person.

There was a frantic laugh on his face.

"damn it!"

Obviously there was a trend of encirclement and suppression, but four hostages had to be released.

They were so angry that they approached Qi Jun with guns in their arms. To beat him into mud!

But at this moment, on the street, a series of white figures were approaching quickly.

boom!

Bang bang!

Gunshots suddenly rang ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and fell to the ground!

Before he could react, he had been killed for the most part.

boom!

A black figure blasted over like an armored car.

As soon as the figure arrived, several **** carrying guns were strangled on the spot!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

In less than a minute, the street was silent and blood was flowing into a river!

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