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Xiongxiong rolled down the car window and smiled.

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Chu Wanfu leaned forward slightly and found Boss Xia, who was always watching the fun, in the co-pilot seat.

"You..." He paused, then said, "Just stop here and don't move."

I wanted to ask why they came here, but I thought it was nonsense that was visible to the naked eye, so I changed to something else the moment I said it.

But Xia Yan still heard it.

She said to Xiongxiong: "Close the car window, it smells bad!"

Chu Wanfu sniffed, the air was indeed full of gunpowder, gasoline, and the indescribable complex smell of burning. If you add the fishy smell coming from a distance, you will get drunk after taking a breath.

So his soldiers all put on gas masks.

After just a moment of distraction, he once again devoted himself to the tense battle situation.

Jing Wenbin's group of men who were fighting to the last had a lot of inventory in their hands. The armored vehicles were like they didn't need money. They turned the throttle to the maximum and rushed over without hesitation.

Looking at the high-precision armored vehicles on the opposite side that were gathered like beetles, Chu Wanfu's eyes showed some regret.

Boom!

Suddenly, they stepped on the accelerator and brake pedal at the same time, and all the wheels turned and rubbed wildly in place, emitting black smoke, which gradually dispersed like fog.

At the moment when the gunfire in the front battle paused slightly, the sound of huge propellers turning suddenly rushed out, and on the left side of the building, two helicopters slowly flew out from it.

With the lights on the field, they could clearly see the faces crowded together behind the glass. There were many people sitting inside. At the same time, they also saw the armed forces holding guns on the opposite side, and these people panicked immediately.

Every mouth opened and closed in panic, urging the driver to take off quickly and get out of the attack range as soon as possible!

At Chu Wanfu's order, the black gun barrel aimed at the helicopter and pulled the trigger.

The sky seemed to be showering with meteors, leaving afterimages on the retina.

The people behind the glass were staring with their eyes wide open, punching with their fists, kicking and pushing to hide behind the crowd.

The helicopter lost its center of gravity and tilted. The driver barely managed to stabilize it and turned back to curse. Looking at the approaching superpower bombs, he wiped the sweat off his face and tried his best to make the helicopter rise.

At this time, countless heads popped out of their own armored vehicles. They raised their superpower guns and fired randomly, and retracted them into the car to continue charging after firing.

No matter whether it can hit or not, it doesn’t matter if there are no bullets in the gun chamber!

The overwhelming superpower bombs, even if a sharpshooter comes, he has to fire randomly!

"We must not let them run away, prepare to press forward!" Chu Wanfu said in a deep voice holding the intercom.

After several "fireworks" lit up in the sky, the remaining superpower bombs had already hit the helicopter and exploded one after another.

The window shattered into small pieces, and screams resounded through the sky. The person closest to the window was set on fire by the corner of his clothes. When he jumped and slapped his feet, he was pushed out by people who were worried about igniting themselves.

"Tsk, it's like dumplings." Xia Yan looked at the scene in front of him and said to Xiong Xiong.

Xiong Xiong held his cheeks with both hands and smacked his lips in response.

The pilot was shot in the head by a superpower bullet, and the blood hole went from the temple to the other side.

The helicopter that lost control tilted in the rotation. No matter how the people inside shouted and asked for help, they inevitably watched themselves crash into the ground.

Boom!

The fuel tank exploded, and a spark ignited at the scene. Several lucky people stumbled out of the cabin, rolling on the ground in pain with bright yellow all over their bodies.

At this time, the armored vehicle of our side poked its head out again, aimed in the direction, and fired.

Xiong Xiong turned to Xia Yan in confusion and said, "Why are they attacking their own people?"

Xia Yan looked at the second helicopter that had the same problem and said indifferently, "The attack without distinguishing between friend and foe means they don't want to leave anyone alive, maybe to hide someone's tracks."

Xiong Xiong asked again, "Who is it?"

Xia Yan put on a mask and got out of the car, pointing to the top of the "sailboat", "Their boss, I think this is a way to escape."

She looked at the dark building, wondering if Jing Yimai had found anyone.

Chu Wanfu also realized this, and he immediately called out a well-equipped team and asked them to find someone along the building as soon as possible, and they must capture Jing Wenbin before he escapes!

"Yes!!"

...

Jing Yimai listened to the sound of the wind rushing past his ears and approached the building at the fastest speed.

In the square in front of him, he saw General Chu, who was in charge of commanding in an armored vehicle.

His soldiers were well-trained and well-coordinated, and it was effortless to fight this group of idle people in society!

Jing Yimai hid in the darkness again, clinging to the wall and going all the way to the back.

These people were attracted by Chu Wanfu's attention and didn't notice that he had climbed in through the window.

In the dim light, he saw two helicopters, which were full of people, sweating and crowded together.

Jing Yimai found that there was no one he was looking for inside. He immediately realized that this was the bait used by Jing Wenbin to escape. The real him must be upstairs ready to leave at any time!

Jing Yimai found the stairs and climbed up quickly without making any noise. He looked at every floor and there was no figure of Jing Wenbin until he was about to approach the floor without the roof.

Furious but powerless shouts rang out:

"You will go to hell! You will definitely go to hell!"

"I curse you to die a bad death! Ah!"

"... Someone has come to rescue us downstairs. You, if you know what's good for you, run for your life quickly. Don't, don't embarrass us here."

"Haha, why are you panicking? Didn't you just want to stab me from behind? Why, are you scared now?"

Jing Yimai was shocked. This familiar voice was Jing Wenbin!

What did he want to do? !

Jing Yimai gritted his teeth, unable to hide the hatred in his heart, and rushed to the last floor in a few breaths.

"Jing Wenbin, let them go!"

On the floor full of papers and fragments, twenty or thirty men and women with half-naked clothes and haggard faces sat together and leaned on each other. Not far from them were two corpses who died in severe pain, and three strong men holding superpower guns.

Jing Wenbin was dragging a person in front of him, holding a syringe in his left hand, and the tip of the needle poked into the skin to form a small depression, and it seemed that blood was slowly oozing out.

The man's eyeballs were trying to look down, his body was arched back to the limit, and the panic flowed out like a substance.

Jing Wenbin was stunned when he heard the voice, and kept this posture and slowly turned his head.

Blinking at Jing Yimai's face, he suddenly grinned, inserted his left hand, turned a deaf ear to the sharp wail, pressed down the syringe with his fingers, injected one-third of the liquid into it, then pulled it out and held it in his palm, and kicked the man away fiercely.

He looked at Jing Yimai and said:

"I really didn't expect it, brother, that you would take the initiative to die when I was about to leave. Good brother, how do you think I should repay you?"