Ma Rui, you have been living in the past. The war is over, do you know?"

"You won't really believe it's over, right?" McCana mocked in the reverse.

Locke stopped talking again.

Locke, who was about to give the answer, suddenly woke up and stopped cooperating.

McCanna felt extremely unhappy and no longer wanted to waste talk with Locke. She gestured to the Arab leader waiting next to her and signaled that he could get on.

Maybe I feel that my fingers are not poked deep enough, or that my fingers are not big enough and not easy to use force.

The Arab leader picked up a wooden stick on the ground, then walked to Colonel Locke and stabbed the wooden stick to his gunshot wound and rotated it in various ways.

Turn left, turn right, dig in, and lift upwards...

...

On the suburbs of the city.

Scott drove his car and ran wildly on the road, and Long Zhan was behind to control Mukhtar.

I don’t know what Long Zhan and Scott are doing, why did he suddenly say that he was taking away in the car and shouted in panic: “You are kidnapping, you are committing a crime, and you are going to prison.”

"You're too embarrassed to mention kidnapping?"

Long Zhan slapped him on the back of the head and scolded, "Aren't you just kidnapping? Do you know the name Philip Rock?"

Mukhtar shook his head.

When Scott heard this, he turned sharply to the right, and was so scared that Mukhtar, who was not wearing a seat belt, screamed, and knocked on the stop pole and rushed into a parking lot.

I drove around the venue in a car, but it wasn't my own car that I had to work hard.

Mukhtar, who was not wearing a seat belt, was thrown in the car and was thrown away and up and down, which was ten times more exciting than riding a pirate ship.

I was so scared that I didn't say all kinds of screams, I was even more sissy than a sissy.

After two or three minutes of rushing, Mukhtar's gastric juice was about to be shaken out. The car stopped and he thought the torture was finally over.

Unexpectedly, there are even more ruthless people behind.

"Does this kind of old car have airbags?" Long Zhan asked while sitting behind.

"I don't know, but I think there is a way to figure it out. Do you see the house in front? You'll know it if you hit it." Scott said seriously.

"I think I can give it a try." Long Zhan said seriously.

Only sitting in the passenger seat, Mukhtar, was stunned by the crazy actions of Long Zhan and Scott, and his eyes seemed to see two mental illnesses.

Scott didn't give Mukhtar time to think about it, and drove into the house.

Mukhtar didn't know whether Scott and Dragon Battle would be hit and killed or not. He only knew that he didn't want to hit and die.

"Okay, okay, okay, stop, I know who you are talking about."

In order to survive, Mukhtar could only stop pretending to be stupid and said helplessly: "If Zhu Hairui knew that it was me who told..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell him." Scott comforted.

"Absolutely confidential, man." Long Zhan also patted his chest and said.

"There are only three of us here. If you don't say it, I won't say it, he won't say it. How can Zhu Hairui know? Don't worry." Scott comforted again.

“There is an abandoned factory in District 9…”

"Chir~Crash."

Suddenly a bullet flew over and penetrated the front window and hit Mukhtar, and it hit him in the heart, and he was killed on the spot.

Long Zhan and Scott reacted quickly when they heard the gunshots and immediately lay on their side in the car and went down as much as possible.

"Chirky chirp..."

The gunman was like crazy, and continued to shoot, and the bullets broke the car in front of him.

"Dragon, have you seen the gunman's position?" Scott stuffed his body as much as possible under the dashboard, lowering the exposed position to ask for help from Dragon Battle.

At the same time, he also put Mukhtar's body down and used his body to block the front to make bulletproof boards.

"Do you think I can see it from his head?" Long Zhan complained helplessly.

"Damn it."

Listening to the sound of the bullet hitting the car body and the body blocking the body in front of him trembled, Scott was in a hurry and suddenly saw the rearview reflector.

He took the risk and pulled him down and threw his backhand to Long Zhan behind him.

Stuffed in the narrow space of two rows of seats, Long Zhan, who was particularly uncomfortable, picked up the mirror and understood in seconds what the purpose of Scott banned him.

I immediately conducted a rough analysis based on the ballistics and looked the mirror in that direction.

After adjusting the position twice, the gunman's position was discovered.

The gunman hid in a van.

From the perspective of bullet shooting trajectory, it is 100% inside this car.

Just when Long Zhan was about to tell the position, he found that the gunman opened the back door and walked out, holding a gun in his hand, heading towards the car they were in.

"I saw him, got out of the car, and was walking towards us." Long Zhan whispered.

"He must have thought we were all dead, so let's get him done." Scott said in a deep breath.

"When he changes the bullet, he will definitely change it."

Based on the number of bullets fired just now, Long Zhan judged that the gunman would definitely change to a full magazine before coming over just in case.

Long Zhan’s judgment was indeed correct.

The gunman got out of the car and walked about six or seven meters. When they were still thirty or forty meters away, he took out a magazine from his body and started to replace the bullets.
Chapter completed!