Chapter 114: Indifferent to Life and Death

Old Hu ran wildly with his head down.

He was short in stature, with a dark face and red neck, and scars and scars all over his body.

Lao Hu doesn't care much about his appearance. To him, scars are more like memories. For example, the claw marks on his shoulders were scratched by a leopard. It was a very beautiful leopard with a fluffy tail hanging on the woman's buttocks, looking sexy like a leopard girl.

Lao Huyou remembers that he wanted to catch a green peacock alive, but was escaped by it twice. The third time he squatted down and pounced on it, ignoring that his cheeks were torn and his neck was kicked, he firmly controlled it in the palm of his hand. The three scars he paid for this were only used as bragging rights by him.

This time, I don’t know what price I have to pay if I want to break through.

Lao Guo and others have most likely paid the price.

Therefore, it is not unusual to reorganize the team.

Those who make a living by hunting in the mountains have long been indifferent to birth, old age, illness and death.

Lao Hu has also had the experience of reorganizing a team.

The only thing he is worried about now is that he will be shot directly as prey. In addition, he must at least keep an arm and an eye so that he can continue hunting.

Legs are not necessary. Asking someone to carry you when the time comes is also a very leisure and retirement way of hunting. He has also reached the age of retirement.

Of course, you still need legs on the way to escape.

Lao Hu changed his position from time to time, and leaned closer to the high wall to the north.

Based on his experience, it would be very difficult for him to hit a moving target running like this in this position. If he had only one chance to shoot, he would never shoot with his prey in such a state.

When he almost reached Ximen's position, Lao Hu looked calmer and took out the NZ75 from his waist.

He knew there must be a police ambush ahead, but he was not afraid at all.

To put it bluntly, ordinary police officers in these cities inject themselves with adrenaline faster than they pee if they have prostatitis.

Just like when he first escaped, when Lao Hu realized something was wrong and broke out the window, the police around him looked more stunned than a stupid roe deer.

The third floor is indeed quite high, but it is unbelievable to ignore such a large window because of it.

Lao Hu was just taking a gamble. If he jumped, there would be risks. If he didn't jump, he would be pinned down, just like those four stupid birds.

Lao Hu won the bet again.

He ran a little slower, and while running, he had already begun to simulate what was about to happen.

…

At about the same time, Mu Zhiyang was the first to see Lao Hu.

"Here comes a short-legged tiger. He can run very fast." Mu Zhiyang pointed in the direction and saw a running figure at the end of the road.

"If there is a safety, open the safety." Wei Zhenguo was still calm and calm, and he also opened the safety on the tail of the gun with his hands.

"My gun has no safety." Mu Zhiyang looked at Lao Hu, who was running towards him like a wild boar, and suddenly felt a little unconfident.

Wen Ming comforted him and said, "It's okay. Even if your mercy gun goes off, it won't be able to penetrate your thigh."

Mu Zhiyang ignored the bickering, drew his gun, and stood up to shoot, saying: "As long as the opponent doesn't have a gun in his hand, we can just hold him down casually..."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Dwarf Tiger running towards him and taking out a pistol from behind.

The pistol was black, big, and thick, and looked more powerful than a small cannon.

Jiang Yuan could pronounce its model number: "NZ75."

"How do you know?" Mu Zhiyang couldn't help but panic when he saw the person getting closer and closer.

Jiang Yuan had little arresting experience and did not know how difficult it was now. He said calmly: "The bandit leader used NZ75, 9 mm, 15 rounds of bullets to kill."

"With four pills for each person, one person will receive one less pill." Mu Zhiyang quickly solved this arithmetic problem.

Wei Zhenguo gritted his back molars, stood in front of Jiang Yuan, leaned against the pillar of the gate, and whispered: "Get closer and then fight. As long as we stop him, reinforcements from behind will definitely come up."

Jiang Yuan asked: "How close?"

"15 meters. Now it's 40 to 50 meters." Wei Zhenguo also explained: "No matter how far it is, these ruthless bandits can beat wild boars."

Mu Zhiyang poked his head and saw that the opponent had slowed down and was obviously preparing to sprint.

The scarred cheek was still getting closer and closer, and Mu Zhiyang felt a little confused. He couldn't help but want to speak: "How far can this animal's 9mm shoot?"

His Type 05 small smasher gun also uses 9mm rounds, but they are shorter than normal.

"We are within range." Jiang Yuan leaned against the pillar of the west gate, and the information about NZ75 he had seen came to mind. The kinetic energy of the muzzle is 450 J. After the bullet flies 50 meters, it still has 410 J of kinetic energy. Compared with Shanshan 05, after the latter flies 50 meters, the remaining kinetic energy may not be able to penetrate the kraft paper.

Mu Zhiyang poked his head in again and whispered, "Maybe..."

"Shut up." Wei Zhenguo pulled Mu Zhiyang back.

At the moment when Mu Zhiyang was grabbed, Lao Hu pulled the trigger.

The fire flashed away, and the edges of the pillar were shattered into pieces, and not surprisingly, it pierced Mu Zhiyang's face.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

On the intercom, there was chaos.

Interpols may look heroic on TV, but in reality they are mostly errand boys with their heads buried in papers. They travel a lot and do complicated things, but they don't have passionate combat experience.

Until now.

boom.

Bang bang.

Lao Hu's shooting was accurate and fierce. Four bullets pressed the four criminal policemen behind the pillar.

Three of his four bullets hit the vertical edge of the pillar, and one grazed the pillar and fell to the ground, which was even more dangerous.

The four people, including Jiang Yuan, did not dare to stick their heads out.

Lao Hu had proved with his strength that whoever stuck his head out could be killed.

Mu Zhiyang, whose face was covered in blood, was pressed tightly against the pillar by Wei Zhenguo as evidence.

Wei Zhenguo had been a policeman for his whole life, but this was the first time he was holding a pistol and was hit by the opponent and could not raise his head.

"The West Gate fired a gun, and Mu Zhiyang was injured." Wei Zhenguo calmed down at this time and said while holding the walkie-talkie.

"I'll be there soon." Huang Qiangmin's voice was extremely suppressed. He had no cards in his hand.

Wei Zhenguo said "yes", turned around and bent his knees, stretched out his hand, and fired four shots in the direction of Lao Hu.

The small cannon has low power but fast firing rate. When Wei Zhenguo stood up again, Lao Hu fired back two shots, obviously still affected.

"25 meters away. Another 10 meters." Wei Zhenguo told everyone the distance he just saw, and then directly changed the spare magazine.

Mu Zhiyang broke free from Wei Zhenguo, calmed down a little, and said with the gun in his hand: "Together."

Wei Zhenguo said "yes", "I'll count to one, two, three, and run out and shoot together."

Lao Hu was still approaching.

Wei Zhenguo and others actually had no choice.

Continue to hide behind the pillars and wait for people to come over. With a tactical move, they can shoot several people here. Even if they can't kill them all, it's not a happy ending.

If everyone runs out together, the most likely consequence is that Lao Hu will kill one or two people at close range.

However, Lao Hu must be left behind.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road. There may be a better choice at this time, but Wei Zhenguo is not a tactical master, and his mind is still a little buzzing.

His remaining IQ was only enough to do the final count.

"One, two, three..."

Jiang Yuan lowered his head, and also had no time to think about other things. He just listened to the order and followed Wei Zhenguo to step out.

Lao Hu was already 10 meters away.

As he was used to hunting, he was not surprised that the prey was still fighting. He raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Lao Hu's first bullet was fired.

Bang.

On the roof in the distance, the sniper also pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang.

Jiang Yuan and Wei Zhenguo and others fired at the same time.

The bullet... passed through Lao Hu's chest, and Lao Hu's body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground involuntarily.

At the same time, Mu Zhiyang, who jumped out of the pillar, shouted "Ah" again.

"Hold this dog." Wen Ming saw this, and without thinking, he threw the gun with no bullets in his hand at Lao Hu's face and pounced on him.