Chapter 7 Basong

Author: Fireworks

Chapter 7 Basong

"Why did so many people die in a group of damn guys?" In the middle of the night, when Director Qingmai received the call, his head buzzed, trouble.

It's really damn, all dead...

He knew very well what Basong did. On the one hand, it was because of insufficient evidence, and on the other hand, the poison market was not cleaned up at all. If Basong was beaten, there would be others to replace him. And the newcomer would inevitably get another bloody storm, which was in return for the local recession, murders and shootings broke out one after another.

Until a Basong comes out again.

Therefore, the Director’s first reaction is that there are new people to take over, a new round of chaos is about to begin, and the crime rate will skyrocket, which is absolutely not allowed!

"Go to find Basong immediately and arrest me. You must not let the matter continue to expand!" The director said with a dark face: "I'll go to the police station now!"

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The three of them walked around to the back of the villa, and the donkey pointed to the balcony above and made a gesture.

Although Wang Zhen couldn't understand the gesture, he understood the donkey's meaning and went up from here to double-team.

The donkey was still bleeding from the ribs. He couldn't do this job, so he stepped back a few meters and pointed at the balcony with his gun to protect the two of them. The shovel came over and crossed his hands to make a support. This was the standard CQB combined with the move upstairs.

But after looking at Wang Zhen's thin arm, he shook his head and changed his mind and whispered: "You half-squat and your back is up, like me, I'll step on you and hold on!"

Wang Zhen nodded, it would be great not to let him take the lead.

After staging, I thought about supporting my knees with both hands and a sloped back, then turned my head and signaled it, taking a deep breath to hold it in.

The iron shovel behind him carried the gun behind him, took a few steps, rushed up in small steps, stepped on Wang Zhen's waist with his left foot, and stepped on Wang Zhen's shoulder with his right foot, and leaped hard with his power. Wang Zhen's face turned red and his neck was thick, and he staggered forward. He stood up straight, and after relaxing, he couldn't hold it in one, and farted.

His face turned red and he quickly looked back. Fortunately, the donkey was on it and no one heard it, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

When I looked up again, I saw that the shovel had already pulled up and grabbed the iron railing on the balcony and went up.

After all, they are just drug offenders, which are so unprofessional that no one cares behind them. No wonder Golden Retrievers and others didn't take a group of drug offenders seriously.

The place where the shovel was going up was a bedroom on the second floor. There was no one in the bedroom. He quietly walked to the door and slowly turned the door open and looked out through the gap.

There was no time for Wang Zhen to watch the fun below, so the donkey greeted him and trotted back to the villa and came to the stairs leading to the second floor, and gestured to the golden retriever.

Several people were ready to charge, and suddenly they heard gunfire sounds upstairs. The golden retriever rushed up without saying a word. This time it was not a test. Taking advantage of the distraction of the people on the second floor, they turned around and squatted down at the corner of the stairs, and shot a short shot in their hands.

Two shots hit one of the drug offenders who turned their heads to see the situation. The bullet hit the side of the waist and hit the ribs and changed the flight trajectory. It rolled and stirred the abdomen into a mess. The man's body tilted, and he wanted to shout but couldn't. A stream of blood foam came out of his mouth and was out of his mouth and stopped living on the spot.

The golden retriever occupied the corner of the stairs, and the bayonet and the poet rushed up and walked around behind the golden retriever. The bayonet in front took a few steps in one step, and halfway through the railing, he hurriedly turned around and pulled the trigger again at the two people who saw in the shooting world, "da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

One person was shot in the chest continuously, and several blood flowers floated up and fell to the sky, his fingers were still tightly pinned to the trigger, and the remaining bullets in the gun hit the ceiling.

The other man was not so lucky. A bullet came to his head and hit it under his nose. The bullet rolled and messed up his brain, then lifted a large skull and flew out from the back of his head. The blood splashed out in a fan shape and more than one meter away. The man fell down without even humming.

With the protection of the bayonet, the poet avoided the bayonet shooting circle and rushed up against the wall. He pulled the AKM trigger directly to the bottom, aiming at the person who could see in his sight, and rushed towards the position leading to the third floor stairs while sweeping.

We must occupy this place to prevent anyone from going to the third floor to continue to resist. They don’t have much time and cannot waste it.

The poet did not kill anyone after a round of sweeping, but the one who was still alive did not dare to look up, and the golden retriever rushed up as well.

Wang Zhen followed behind the golden retriever, and the poet stepped back and pointed his gun behind him. Even if he knew that there was a high probability that no one would appear behind him, he would still maintain his formation.

If a warrior jumps down from the second or third floor of the villa to surround him, it will be a failure.

Upon reaching the second floor, Wang Zhen saw a shovel blocking the door of a room and shooting at the people inside. The golden retriever gestured to the donkey and Wang Zhen and pointed upstairs.

There has never been any gunfire upstairs, but I still have to search for it. Even if there is no one, the drug offender's home must be searched. As we all know, drug offenders like to put cash at home.

Now this resistance is not enough to worry about.

Wang Zhen walked past the poet and headed straight to the third floor. He just took two steps and was pulled down. When he turned around, he saw that it was a donkey.

"Rookie, look at the face?" The donkey mocked, "Don't give it away, follow it!"

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment. This guy's mouth is quite smelly, but he is really caring. From this, he saw that Donkey was quite handsome, but why did he have a mouth?

Seeing the donkey step back and lifting the AKM in his hand, he lifted the gun twice in a row after confirming that there was no one at the entrance of the stairs. Wang Zhen had never learned it, but he immediately understood it. He rushed past the donkey three steps towards the corner of the stairs, stood straight, and pointed the gun upstairs.

The donkey looked at Wang Zhen strangely. What the hell is holding a gun?

I went upstairs alternately, and it seemed that there was really no one on the third floor.

There are three bedrooms upstairs, a living room and a public bathroom. The donkey waves his hands and signals his head to search separately.

Wang Zhen turned left, kicked the door of the public security guard, turned his head and looked at the mirror inside, and said, "No one."

He took a few steps back to the bedroom, stood on the side of the door against the wall, pressed the handle with his left hand and gently pushed it. The right muzzle kept pointing at the crack of the door. As the door opened, there was no one in the shooting world. Then Wang Zhen walked in carefully.

As soon as he entered the house, he felt something flashing on the balcony. Wang Zhen raised his gun and frowned and walked over.

There were curtains on the balcony, but only half of the curtains were left. The balcony door was not closed. When the door opened, the wind blew in. The curtains were floating, but the room was bright, while the balcony was dark outside, so the light difference caused nothing to be seen indoors.

Wang Zhen raised his gun, leaned over with his footsteps, and walked to the balcony, and then he saw something tied to the balcony railings with the light projected from the house.

In an instant, Wang Zhen thought of a possibility, someone jumped down here and wanted to run away?

It must be the target Basong, and you must not let him run away!
Chapter completed!