The end?

"Get in the car!" The golden retriever greeted, and the poet was the first to sit in the driver's seat, followed by the donkey and the bayonet.

There were many bullet holes in the car body, except for a few shot by the scythe squad, the rest were the result of the police's belief shooting.

So, Faith Shooting is not useless.

Immediately after the two got into the car, they knocked off the shattered car window that was still stuck with the butt of the gun, pointed their guns at the outside and began to fight back.

Wang Zhen moved too slowly and was pushed by Jin Mao, who threw himself on the seat. Jin Mao also smashed the windshield behind him with the butt of his gun. At this moment, the shovel was still standing at the end, holding the AKM on his shoulder to suppress the police.

It wasn't until everyone got on the car that the shovel jumped up last.

The moment the shovel got on the car, the poet kicked the accelerator and the car jumped out. The golden retriever gave way to the shovel. Two long guns aimed at the police behind him and fired. The police couldn't lift their heads until they ran After going out for more than a hundred meters, the two stopped.

Gunshots could still be heard at the scene. The head of the police listened carefully to the sound of pistols, and then shouted angrily: "Stop fire, stop fire, everyone has run away, chase!!"

"Head, what about the injured brother?"

"You ask me, call an ambulance!"

"Headquarters, headquarters, here is...the gangsters are extremely fierce, many police officers were seriously injured, the gangsters have heavy weapons, call for support, call for support..."

The scene was chaotic, some people went to see the screaming wounded, some were lying on the ground or leaning on the car gasping for breath, some were sobbing softly while holding their heads, some were covering their mouths and vomiting on the side of the road, anyway, no one took the initiative to drive Chase.

Two people died at the scene and six were injured. Whether it was 7.26 or 5.45, if there is no armor within 100 meters, the lowest score is a serious injury.

The casualty ratio exceeded 30%!

The law and order in Lan Natai is indeed not very good, but this does not mean that the police will fight with the gangsters all day long.

After all, there is really no money in beating the police.

This kind of thing does not require communication, there is a tacit understanding, so the shootout really does not happen once in a few years, and there are only a handful of people like the police who have actual combat experience.

And such a tragic gun battle, the police really haven't encountered it for many years. It's no wonder that the police were completely demoralized.

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"Didn't chase?"

In the car, after running a few hundred meters and turning to another road, the golden retriever looked back at Wang Zhen and asked in surprise.

Wang Zhen shook his head, how could he know.

"No matter what, we'd better get out of this area as soon as possible. Well, we'd better get another car." Before he could relax, Wang Zhen said in a low voice.

The golden retriever nodded and called out in a low voice, "Poet, please pay attention to see if there is a suitable car."

It was past 10 o'clock, and there were not many vehicles on the road. Under Wang Zhen's guidance, he walked all the way to a remote place. Soon, he saw the superb skills of donkeys.

"How about it? I'm pretty skilled." Donkey said, looking at Wang Zhen with a complacent expression.

So, I steal a car to support you?

Wang Zhen has a strange heart, is it something to be proud of for you to be able to steal a car?

Of course, he wouldn't say that, but just gave a thumbs up with admiration.

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"Come in, our temporary foothold is safe." Golden Retriever greeted Wang Zhen.

The reason why today's task can be completed, Wang Zhen really helped a lot, so Golden Retriever regards him as his own, at least temporarily.

"Temporary accommodation, rented?" Wang Zhen walked into the villa and looked around.

"Well, it was arranged by the middleman. There is something to drink in the refrigerator. Take it yourself." After the golden retriever greeted him, he walked upstairs. He was going to change clothes, and he couldn't still wear his combat uniform at home.

Next to it, the donkey took off his combat uniform with the help of the bayonet. The wound under his left rib stopped bleeding, and the dried blood was clotted on it.

The poet came over with a first-aid kit, poured it with a large bottle of normal saline in one hand, and wiped it with a cotton swab in the other, but his movements were a little rough.

"Hiss! It hurts, it hurts, count it, Fake squid!" The donkey scolded with a distorted expression.

The coagulated blood was washed away, exposing the wound. The bullet scraped and plowed a furrow in the skin. Fortunately, it was not deep, but the muscle layer also leaked out.

The poet picked up a spray and sprayed it on the wound a few times. The donkey let out a heart-piercing scream. Wang Zhen's expression was distorted. It was alcohol.

Rinse, disinfect, bandage, the movements are very quick, but a little rough, they are a group of rough guys who are used to life and death, don't expect them to be gentle.

Everyone else went upstairs to change and take a shower, leaving only Wang Zhen and the shirtless donkey in the living room.

"Help me get a bottle of beer." The donkey yelled.

"Here." Wang Zhen handed over a bottle of beer and kindly helped to open it. What is a professional service person?

He also took a bottle of Ice Kuo Le and opened it himself. He sat on the sofa, gulped down a big gulp, and burped a lot. It was cool!

At this time, Wang Zhen finally put his heart back into his stomach... Well, at least half of it was back.

After all, they have experienced life and death together, and they are comrades in arms. The Golden Retriever was able to bring him back instead of killing him with a single shot in the villa, which means that he has no intention of killing him.

At most, he can return to normal life after they leave Lannatai.

"I heard from Golden Retriever that this house was arranged for you by a middleman. Are you afraid that he will leak information and kill you?" At least there are many such things in TV dramas. Wang Zhen was curious, so he asked directly.

"Kill us to silence, ha." The donkey wiped the blood on his body with a wet towel, and laughed at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, "Are you kidding me, remember, rookie, the reason why movies are movies is that Because it's all fake!"

"I don't know if he has the ability to kill us, but I know that if he does anything similar, he will be dead."

"Why?"

"What do you think we do?" The donkey tilted his head and looked at Wang Zhen.

"Uh..." Wang Zhen blinked. The killer must be wrong. In Wang Zhen's world view, killers are single-handed and silent.

Just like the King of Killers.

"Are you mercenaries?"

"No, it's PMC, understand!" Donkey corrected: "It's legal, mercenaries are called PMCs, and we all have certificates."

The corners of Wang Zhen's eyes twitched a few times. I didn't see even a little bit of legality in what you did.

"Donkey, shut up your stinky mouth!" The golden retriever's voice sounded from the other side of the stairs, "Boy, don't ask around, unless you are not ready to live a normal life."

"OK, OK, the more you know, the sooner you die. I was just a little curious, but it's gone now." Wang Zhen immediately raised his hand and said.

"Very good." The golden retriever nodded, walked to the side of the sofa and sat down, looked at the trophies on the coffee table, and began to count them.

Spoils of war, these are harvests other than mission rewards, so of course they have to be distributed.

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