Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

"I'm coming!"

The roar of cars and the crash of table tennis balls came from far away, and old garbage such as shacks kept flying into the sky. Doyle drove his station wagon and rushed over like an angry bison.

As Zhuang Xuteng watched in surprise, the station wagon bumped onto the embankment, jumped up and flew past his eyes, and then pounced towards the drainage ditch. Doyle drove down diagonally and hit the ground with a loud clang. The wheel hub patches, all glass, rearview mirrors and a full circle of anti-collision bars were all shattered and scattered, and the entire car was instantly shorter. All the shock absorbing springs and suspension devices experienced an overload movement, and they worked hard to prevent the car from falling directly.

The station wagon bounced up and forward in the storm drain, almost tipping over. Doyle quickly turned around and barely regained control, then aimed at Ratchet's butt and hit him. Just a bang-dong sound was heard, and the two cars collided with each other. The station wagon led Doyle to first raise its tail and then twist its neck. The car body stood up and then lay down on its side. After a roar, it finally lay on its side in the ditch, blocking the road sideways.

The ambulance couldn't be relaxed either. Its rear butt was completely flat. The two rear wheels had separated from the axle and were now 90 degrees perpendicular to the front wheels. Among the only three remaining occupants, there was an unlucky guy sitting in the back seat who broke through the glass of the rear window and flew out, hitting the roof of the station wagon and the hard ground successively. He was lying on the ground when he got up. Half of his head is gone, he must be dead. The other two people in the car also felt uncomfortable. One was lying on the open side door frame, spitting blood like a whale; the last one was Winter Wolf. He was in the driver's seat, and the seat behind him helped him absorb the main impact. Although he has no strength, he will still lie forward after completing the backward movement. So his forehead was stamped with the car logo in the center of the steering wheel, and his right eye socket was bleeding.

This is what happens if you don’t wear a seat belt! You see Doyle was wearing a seat belt. Even if there was no airbag, it was no big deal. He just had a lot of scratches on his face and arms caused by glass. He pushed hard and threw the car door into the sky, then grabbed the door frame and climbed out of the overturned car.

What a vicious old man.

"I'm going down!" Zhuang Xuteng slid down the steep slope of the drainage ditch with a shield and gun in one hand and a knife in the other. While gliding, he did not forget to raise his left hand, aim at the gangster lying in the COS whale at the door frame, and drive a bone spear into the brain, ending his pain.

In the distance, Morgana stamped her foot hard. She really wanted Naike and the others to leave her alive to the PCPD. It would be beneficial whether it was for interrogation or public display. It's a pity that she didn't join Zhuang Xuteng's communication network. She didn't like shouting, so she had to swallow her breath angrily and come out from behind the bunker.

When Zhuang Xuteng slid to the bottom of the ditch, Morgana also came down. Her movements were very flexible, and she jumped like an antelope. In comparison, Zhuang Xuteng, who was grinding his buttocks so hard, was completely worth mentioning. And just as he was about to ask Brother Dao about the situation there, he heard a pop and water splashed in the Pei River.

Have you ever seen a hippopotamus diving scene? Well, hippos don’t have the ability to jump, so you can always imagine the scene of the big bear smashing into the water, right? Ge Gongdao just threw himself into the water. When his head emerged again, he grabbed a person's neck with his left hand and raised his right hand into a fist.

"KONG!" With one punch, his head tilted underwater again. Brother Dao raised his left hand, pulled the head up again, repeated the previous posture, raised his right hand high, and punched it down again... Zhuang Xuteng took a look and found that the bank was not deep. Brother Dao was tall and powerful, stepping on the bottom of the river. The guy who was standing while he kept punching was the "football player" with the long arms and legs trying to kick the grenade away. He was severely shocked and was slowly rushed to the Pei River by the water in the ditch. As soon as he woke up and wanted to swim away, he was overtaken by Ge Gongdao.

Ge Gongdao's fist... Zhuang Xuteng knew it all too well. On days when he was not entrusted with work, he was dragged by Ge Gongdao to practice boxing. Regardless of whether there is coach Doyle next to him, he will always be beaten. Even if Brother Dao wears gloves and holds back his strength, his fists will still feel uncomfortable. Brother Dao is now punching continuously with all his strength. Unless the "football player" has installed an armored shadow slave implant, otherwise...

Well, he definitely wasn't pretending, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen limply in Brother Dao's hands. At this point, except for the winter wolf in the cab, the rest of the people have lost the ability to resist - are they still resisting? The only reason he is alive is because he is useful.

Zhuang Xuteng stared at the winter wolf in the cab with his shadowy eyes, aiming his gun in one hand and holding a knife in the other. "Obey the order! Raise your hands slowly and reach out of the car window!"

These are the standard PCPD process words and actions, and the three months of intensive training have been learned in vain. Winter Wolf tilted his head, one eye was closed due to bleeding, and he only used the remaining one to look at Zhuang Xuteng, his eyes full of resentment.

The 32-year-old Winter Wolf is nicknamed the Genius because his excessive use of his talents has resulted in his trademark Mediterranean bald head. In order to attract the attention of others, Winter Wolf always likes to use white fake pupils, leaving a thin black slit in the middle, creating a strange and terrifying feeling. He stubbornly believed that these were the eyes of the winter wolf, and said that these would be his eternal symbol.

Now this eye was staring at Zhuang Xuteng, who showed no fear at all.

"Brother Dao!" Winter Wolf shouted, "Are you going to let this young boy kill me?"

Ge Gongdao threw the unconscious football player ashore, then climbed up and dragged the man over by his neck again, punching him from time to time along the way. Warm blood dripped from his right fist. He could not feel the slightest relief from this action, and the familiar voice of the winter wolf had no effect either. He looked at Winter Wolf with cold eyes and said, "You really have no progress."

"I failed, I failed, I admit it." Winter Wolf looked at Zhuang Xuteng, then at Doyle, and finally at Ge Gongdao, and said slowly: "But I still have a trump card. Let me go alive and give the things to you. Otherwise we’ll blow up together.”

"You still carry a bomb with you? I don't believe it." Ge Gongdao snorted and said, "Besides, do you think I can be threatened by a bomb?"

"I know you can't, but you have to worry about your subordinates and let them share the benefits. If I blow things up, they will lose money. Aren't you worried about this?"

"The things you grabbed this time are too treacherous. We don't dare to take them. We can just give them all to the PCPD." Zhuang Xuteng said straightforwardly: "Brother Dao, let me express my position. I don't want them."

Doyle shrugged and said: "Leave me a head that can still be recognized. I can take it back and use it. The rest has nothing to do with me."

Well, to be honest, this is a bit difficult. Ge Gongdao and Zhuang Xuteng looked at each other. They agreed in the communication that they were going to hit their heads, and then their heads were smashed. Where can I find them... Oh, the one Ge Gongdao was holding was still intact. , he let go of his hand and let him fall to the ground, and poked him with his foot. Doyle understood it at a glance.

"I...I, I...I was wrong, Brother Dao!" Even if Winter Wolf is not a real genius, he should understand now. "Brother Dao, you blamed me at the time. I was not clear-headed and fell into Viper's trap! I was wrong. I'm sorry for you. I shouldn't have doubted you!"

"When did you realize you were wrong?"

"I..." Winter Wolf lowered his head and said: "I'm just a fool, please spare me, Brother Dao! I beg you. I still have savings. I don't want these things anymore. I'll leave the channels to you." . You can make a lot of money, and I will never show up again, okay?"

"Hand him over to the PCPD!" Morgana stepped on the water and ran over quickly from the overturned station wagon. "The criminal needs to stand trial. Mallory and reinforcements are on the way. They..."

Before he finished speaking, Ge Gongdao raised his hand and shot the winter wolf. Zhuang Xuteng followed closely behind and fired another shot. At the same time, he shouted: "Put down what you are holding... Oh, he's dead..."

Winter Wolf's right eye and left temple were punctured, and there was no way he was still alive. Faced with Morgana's pursuing eyes and clenched fists, Zhuang Xuteng explained in a bold voice: "He didn't stretch out his hand as required, and he just made an action of taking something out. Even according to PCPD regulations, I can do it Shoot him. Of course, this good citizen reacts faster than me. I have to learn from him and improve myself better."

"That's what happened. I saw it too." Doyle suppressed his laughter and replied seriously.

Morgana covered her forehead with one hand and pinched her waist with the other. She was left speechless by Zhuang Xuteng, and she felt more and more that the rapid training course was a major mistake, especially for teaching a guy like the one in front of him who knew the ropes and exploited loopholes. After a while, she finally calmed down - although her expression barely changed - and said to Zhuang Xuteng, "Give me back the inhibitor first, as agreed."

"Ge black face, inhibitor spray."

Morgana shook her head and said: "Stop pretending, his name is Brother Dao. And this... you don't really call him Boxing King, do you?"

"I am indeed a boxing champion, and I have a gold belt." Doyle's smile was very warm.

When Ge Gongdao heard the greeting, he reached out and took out the spray and threw it mechanically. His gaze remained on the winter wolf, staring at the blood flow that gradually stopped, and at the slowly closing eyes. The winter wolf is dead, and part of the past has finally come to an end.

I thought that hearing Winter Wolf admit his mistake with my own ears would change my mood again, and maybe I would "on a whim" forgive him, or even let him go. Ge Gongdao was very happy that he actually didn't have this idea, and his heart was firm enough. He understands that it is unfair to let his current partner take risks for his yesterday's grudge. If he softens, then he is not worthy of having a brother like Zhuang Xuteng.

"I'm satisfied." Ge Gongdao said: "Naike, how to deal with the PCPD is all up to you. I..."

Before Ge Gongdao finished speaking, he saw Zhuang Xuteng reaching out to his ear and staring nervously at the river bank. At the same time, Doyle grabbed Morgana beside him and jumped towards the back of the ambulance.

Whoosh! Got shot.

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