When did I devote my loyalty to Tama Rialdi?

Chazha thought.

Was it when, as an audience, he smashed a stack of banknotes at his own bloody face in an abandoned factory where the underground boxing competition was held many years ago?

Was it when he smiled faintly and invited himself to join the gang?

Was it when he paid for his seriously ill father to treat him?

Zhazha has never read a book, but he is never as stupid as he looks.

He knew very well that a large part of Tama Riydi's favor to himself came from the value he showed.

This is normal. People who are incapable are not worthy of being exploited.

As a humble black boxer who was once in a quagmire and could not even get a penny, a little bit of kindness from others in despair is worthy of repaying.

Even if the price is to abandon the view of good and evil in the past, to commit many sins that I never dared to think of,

Skinny, dark, and unpretentious, stood in the middle of the corridor, and many gang members holding spears and cannons had gathered behind him.

Step, step, step.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor in the distance.

Everyone's muscles were tense instantly, and their sweaty hands held the gun, and their fingers gently pulled on the trigger.

Li Ang, dressed in special operations team equipment, pushed a beautiful red motorcycle and walked up the stairs.

He stepped onto the Ducati panigale V4 motorcycle, twisting the motorcycle grip through his palms through his gloves.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-

The exhaust pipe roared at the top of his lungs, and the streamlined body trembled slightly. This fast and ferocious beast was already impatient.

In the distance, Zhazha suddenly squatted down, picked up the single-soldier rocket launcher placed on the ground, half-kneeled, and pulled the trigger towards Li Ang.

Bang--

A huge flame ejected from behind the bazooka, lifting away several gang members closest to Zhazha.

But the cannon sound seemed to be some kind of signal that caused the gang members gathered in the corridor to pour bullets towards the end of the corridor.

Warheads roared and galloped in the corridor, like a pouring rain falling.

Li Ang looked at the bullets and twisted the accelerator to the maximum.

The tires of the Ducati panigale V4 were rotating wildly, and the huge grip made the entire motorcycle rush out like a wild horse.

At this moment, he was like Don Gilleshode who challenged the windmill, sprinting towards the guns and bullets of death.

The motorcycle headed forward and, as soon as it was about to touch the bullet raindrop, Li Ang took out a shield from the backpack bar.

The front of the shield is triangular, with an overall shape slightly larger than the door panel. It is made of two 10mm homogeneous high-strength steel plates spliced ​​with each other at a 60° angle.

At the middle intersection, several short steel pipes are used for support.

A long threaded steel pipe that is obliquely downward extends from the center of the intersection as the grip that Li Ang holds.

Three pulleys were welded under the shield.

Above each pulley, a steel plate extends backward parallel, intersects with the rebar pipe grip in the center of the shield. A pulley is also welded at the intersection to be responsible for the stability of the last side.

This strange-shaped artificial shield full of rustic aura was created by Li Ang, and it took a lot of time and energy.

Its only function is to resist ammunition from the front.

Just like now.

Leon let go of the motorcycle grip, pushed the shield in one hand, took out the SCAR-H assault rifle with the other, and shot at the rocket that was racing.

A series of bullets were accurately chiseled on a rocket warhead with a slightly curve.

There was a loud bang, and a brilliant and dazzling fire appeared in the middle of the corridor.

Shock waves are transmitted and the gang members at one end of the corridor feel their hair blowing back

The rolling smoke drifted, obscuring people's vision.

In the smoke, the sound of the motorcycle's motor was still whistling dullly.

Zhazha didn't say a word, throwing the rocket to his subordinates for loading, and he quickly picked up the gun and continued to shoot at Li Ang at the end of the corridor.

The motorcycle under his crotch is Don Gillesho's horse, a triangular steel shield, and a knight spear in Don Gillesho's hand.

Finally, the "Knight" hit a bullet rain head-on.

When, when, when, when, when.

The bullet kept hitting the steel plate, but it defeated the steel plate at a thickness of 10mm, bounced open, and drilled holes after holes in the wall.

The motorcycle's forward rush was slightly blocked, but amid the wild roar of the engine, Li Ang was still moving forward.

He ran over the floor that was shattered by the rocket explosion, broke through the smoke, and came to the middle of the corridor.

Li Ang suddenly pushed the steel shield forward, loosened the palm of his hand holding the shield, swung the direction of the vehicle, and kept himself within the shield's defense range at all times.

He picked up the gun, pulled the trigger, and let the bullet penetrate the unprepared enemies.

Zhazha, who had already had a premonition of this scene, quickly rolled to the side, avoiding the death line made of ammunition.

He turned around and saw his subordinates lying on the ground, blood flowing.

At the end of the team, someone had already begun to flee in panic.

However, before Zhazha could shoot in the back,

Bullets after bullets came from the door on the side of the corridor.

Li Ang’s four teammates, while he was driving a motorcycle to sprint, had already climbed to the eighth floor through the traction rope.

They sneaked into the room quietly, and through the door panel, they aimed at the ignorant gang members with their guns.

Under the raid, the front line temporarily built by the poisonous insects collapsed instantly, and the entire corridor became a deadly channel for infection and death.

Blood flows, and there is almost no place to stay in the corridor.

Zhazha rolled in a hurry, breaking through the wooden door of the factory, turning over and hiding behind the load-bearing wall.

He listened to the continuous gunfire, and his heart calmed down after a brief and crazy beating.

Is that today?

He recalled the sound of his not very glorious and glorious, and scenes of pain, joy or mixed memories flashed in front of him, and there was no sorrow or joy between his eyebrows and eyes.

Finally, the gunshot slowly subsided, and there was no more groans and screams.

The wooden door of the factory was kicked open,

Chazha, hidden behind the wall, instantly bounced from the ground. He held a pistol in his right hand and a tiger claw knife in his left hand, and pointed the muzzle at the door.

He was already ready. Once the door was opened, he would threaten the person who opened the door and use him as a hostage in exchange for his own glimmer of hope.

However, behind the wooden door that was kicked open was empty,

On the contrary, there was a grenade, which was pulled off by someone and threw it into the door.

The bones rolled and stopped right behind Zhazhao's butt.

“…”

boom--

The grenade exploded, and before Zhazha could express his final comments on life, she was completely blown into two pieces.
Chapter completed!