Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

Dama's marksmanship was still so domineering. From a distance of only more than ten meters, this guy fired four or five shots, but only hit two people on the shoulders.

He rushed forward fiercely, but was immediately pinned down by Dama's shot. The long knife in his hand fell to his feet with a clang, and it clattered on the marble.

Holding his shoulders, Lao Wu's eyes almost fell out of his head! His lips trembled in horror, and his face was pale and stunned for half a second. Then he suddenly came back to his senses, and with an ouch, he held his head with both hands and made a thud.

He rolled over and fell to the ground.

He didn't care about the pain after falling. Lao Wu held his head in his hands and forgot about the pain of being shot in his shoulder. He was like a big maggot on the ground, staring at the smooth ground with his feet and trying to crawl away quickly.

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However, no matter how fast you climb, you can't compare to the pace of a big horse.

More than 20 people rushed over in a menacing manner, but unfortunately only a few shots were fired. They all dispersed and disappeared without a trace!

These gangsters were rolling and crawling, wishing their parents would give them two more legs. They jumped up to the steps, jumped up five or six steps, and ran like crazy towards the door of the roller skating rink.

The most shocking and horrifying person was Scarface! Who did he see? Bai Xuedong! Jiangshan!

I'm sorry, why did the real big brother of Y market come to me? Damn you, you are still pretending to be cool, you are cursing people, and you want to chop them to death! Go ahead, I have to run faster,

Run away quickly!

There was an uproar. Guns were fired. The sound was not loud in the roller skating rink where the music was roaring, but it was so harsh. Following these gunshots, the bartender at the front desk also hurriedly turned off the music.

There was a dead silence, and the boys and girls playing around all hid in the corner with pale faces, staring in horror.

"Okay! Don't scare those children!" Jiang Shan nodded and greeted Dama.

He quickly caught up with Lao Wu. Lao Wu was still crawling on the ground with his back to the horse. His knees and toes of his shoes kept kicking the ground. Unfortunately, the marble floor was too slippery and he kicked so frequently.

Come on, I haven't been able to climb very far in such a long time.

The gurgling blood from his shoulders left a long line of blood on the ground, and when Lao Wu's clothes rubbed it, it turned into a shocking bright red line.

"Run? Damn it, keep climbing!" Da Ma stepped on Lao Wu's waist, looked at him angrily and scolded him.

I couldn't crawl anymore! Lao Wu was so frightened that his heart was about to break. His throat seemed to be stuck with a mouthful of sticky phlegm, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Turning his head to look at Da Ma in shock, looking at the dark muzzle of the gun in Da Ma's hand, Lao Wu felt a sudden tightening and loosening down there, and shit and urine flowed out.

A stench came, and Da Ma quickly jumped to the side, looked up and down at Lao Wu in disgust, pinched his nose and waved the pistol in his hand impatiently: "Get out of here!"

It stinks like hell! Take such a little bastard and smoke it up? Let’s forget it! What’s the use of bringing such a coward over? They smoked Brother Shan and Brother Dong, and they still have to scold themselves.

Dayton?

Da Ma slapped his nose angrily and walked back quickly.

Just one of Malaysia's pistols turned the situation around in an instant.

The gangsters in front of Fatty Guan all looked at each other in confusion. Damn it, is that the fifth brother? He is usually so arrogant, shouting that he will stab anyone who disobeys him. Do you love him? Who is the fifth brother? He was so scared that he peed.

Pants, are they pulled down into the pants?

Da Ma put the pistol behind his waist again and strode back towards Jiangshan.

"Brother Shan, that grandson is in his pants!"

Jiang Shan chuckled and shook his head, with a helpless smile on his face. With such courage, what are you doing out here? How about just going home and finding a job? Do you really think anyone can get involved in this industry?

It's okay when you are not famous, and you will be greeted by ordinary people's awed eyes. But if you really become famous, you will naturally have more enemies.

When the time comes, real ruthless people and desperadoes will appear at some point. What will they do to fight with them? Do they expect to scare ordinary people? Can they be scolded away by just pulling their necks, staring, and cursing them?

This is the atmosphere in this world. It’s not necessarily because you offend others that others will deal with you. Because of the situation, because of fame, and because of some trivial things that ordinary people can’t think of, a certain big brother will do something to you if he feels that he has lost face.

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Even two people who are strangers to each other may trigger a bloody fight between the two parties just because they feel that the other party's reputation outweighs theirs. Here, there is no reason to argue, because this is the world of martial arts and the underworld.

Too many young people think that working in this industry is so prestigious. Wherever they go, they are called "big brother" in awe and respectfully. But how much does such a person have to pay? And how many of them are middle-aged and senior?

He is not a lowly and poor man, let's say he is famous, he was really prosperous when he was young, let's say he is a gangster, the younger brothers around him are gradually getting separated.

He has no brothers anymore, and he is middle-aged. He continues to fight and chop with other young men in their twenties. His reflexes, strength, and all aspects have declined. There is no other way but to be beaten.

In this industry, you can either reach the top, be able to control yourself, avoid taking drugs, and accumulate a certain amount of capital. Even if you can't do it in the future, there will still be a group of young people following you to eat. Or you can behave yourself.

The life of ordinary people, the world of martial arts, is far from being as simple as imagined. It is not just three or five people who can achieve great fame with just one or two swords.

Jiang Shan has already seen through this. Unfortunately, there are too many bears like Lao Wu. To show off their strength and save face, they have to go out and hang out. However, when they really encounter danger and the front line of life and death, they are as cowardly as a grandson.

This is good, if you suffer a loss once, you can also learn to be good! Jiang Shan thought quietly.

It's okay that the people watching the excitement in the distance were scared, after all, they didn't provoke anyone in the country. But the yellow-haired and ear-studded men were frightened. When they fought against them before, being beaten was nothing at all, but now

At first glance, these people actually have guns!

The man with the earrings also has a gun, but it is an inflatable air gun that he bought for a few hundred yuan and shoots steel balls! It has the same shape and weight as an ordinary pistol. However, the powerful gas is not easy to buy!

I just use it to show off and scare ordinary children! Compared with other people's real guns and live ammunition, I am just a child's toy! Although it can kill people after inflating it, but... it's really face-to-face

If you put a gun to the opponent's head, do you dare to shoot? If they don't move and let you hit, do you dare to pull the trigger?

A note to readers:

Brothers, is it awesome? For such an intense explosion, is there a monthly ticket? Is there a reward? Is there a collection?