A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Yuan Haoyun without a gun is like a lion without teeth, unable to display 60% of his abilities.

Yuan Haoyun lost the opportunity because he did not lock Wang Zuluo immediately. Wang Zuluo seized the opportunity and kicked Yuan Haoyun on the head again.

Yuan Haoyun's vision went dark at first. After quickly regaining his vision, he felt that his eyes were filled with little stars flying everywhere.

You bastard, you must have a concussion!

Yuan Haoyun's heart tightened, but it was too late at this time. Wang Zuluo took advantage of his dizziness and got rid of his restrictions.

When he sat up shaking his dizzy head, Wang Zuluo had already picked up the submachine gun and replaced it with a new magazine in front of Yuan Haoyun.

Pulling the bolt of the gun, he moved his body and pressed the loaded gun muzzle against Yuan Haoyun's back.

Knowing what he was capable of, Wang Zuluo did not choose to put the muzzle of his gun to the opponent's head. He was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the other party's head would shake the muzzle of the gun, and he would seize the gun with his backhand.

Therefore, it is safest to hold the back. No matter how the opponent shakes, the area of ​​​​the back is too large, and Wang Zuluo can have enough reaction time.

"Boss, kill him and let's evacuate?"

The originally good plan almost came to nothing because of Yuan Haoyun, so Duan Kun was very unhappy with this note that suddenly appeared.

Wang Zuluo squatted down and let Yuan Haoyun stand in front of him. Wen Yan did not reply to Duan Kun's unreliable suggestion, but just shouted to the opposite street:

"Song Zijie, right? Now I order you to throw away the walkie-talkie, remove the bullets from the pistol and throw it out, otherwise don't blame me for blowing this head off the street!"

After thinking for a while, Wang Zuluo rolled his eyes and shouted smoothly: "Do you need me to shout a second time for this matter? You must rely on yourself, rush to the street!"

"Song Zijie, leave me alone and shoot their tires!"

Yuan Haoyun's head has not fully recovered, but he still wants to struggle, trying to get Wang Zuluo to shoot himself to gain a chance for Song Zijie.

He had just seen it. Because the van was equipped with heavy steel plates, as long as the two rear tires were shot through, these gun-toting gangsters would have to stay here.

When he and Song Zijie rushed over, they notified the main station and believed that support would arrive soon.

Seeing that Yuan Haoyun was dishonest, Wang Zuluo moved his gun and pointed it at Yuan Haoyun's thigh without any politeness and shot him in one burst.

Unfortunately, Wang Zuluo's marksmanship was too poor and he released it too slowly when he pulled the trigger, causing a good burst of fire to turn into three consecutive shots.

As a result, three more bullet holes appeared in Yuan Haoyun's leg in an instant. The severe pain made Yuan Haoyun couldn't help but roar.

Although he was injured, he still successfully turned around and rushed towards Wang Zuluo. At the same time, he stretched out his hands, ready to hold the barrel of Wang Zuluo's gun to fight for Song Zijie's chance at the street corner.

Unfortunately, Wang Zuluo had long been wary of Yuan Haoyun's possible attempt to seize the gun.

That's why he shot decisively as soon as Yuan Haoyun started struggling. Now when Yuan Haoyun turned around, Wang Zuluo had already taken several steps back, just out of the range of Yuan Haoyun's hands.

Wang Zuluo was also startled after dodging this attack, so he naturally swung the butt of the submachine gun in his hand and hit Yuan Haoyun in the face.

Uzi's folding butt looked a bit awkward and ugly when unfolded, but it was extremely strong. With just one blow, three of Yuan Haoyun's teeth were knocked out.

Yuan Haoyun didn't care about the severe pain on his face and still wanted to get up and fight Wang Zuluo desperately.

It was a pity that Song Zijie, whom he had high hopes for, did not have such a good psychological quality. He saw that just because he hesitated for a moment, Officer Yuan was shot and then tortured.

With his mind completely blank, he did not choose to listen to Yuan Haoyun and shoot the tires of the van. Instead, he tore off the walkie-talkie from his chest and threw it into the middle of the road.

"Don't... don't hurt Officer Yuan, I will do as you say!"

After Song Zijie shouted loudly, he opened the bullet chamber of his revolver. With a flip of his wrist, the bullets inside fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

Then he untied the safety rope connecting the gun to his waist, and threw his gun onto the street.

At this time, Yuan Haoyun ignored Wang Zuluo's gun point against his chest and stretched out his hand to hug Wang Zuluo. But he never expected that his rookie partner would choose to listen to the gangster and throw away his gun!

He finally couldn't help but look back at the idiot, and found that Song Zijie was lying on the street with his head in his hands, and the police gun and walkie-talkie were thrown aside.

If Wang Zuluo was not happy, the two of them would not be able to return to the police force alive today!

"Xie Jia Tuan, are you fucking smart?"

Yuan Haoyun looked dumbfounded. I'm trying my best to create opportunities for you. It's better for you to surrender first!

But Wang Zuluo didn't think so. The rookie police officer was good. Looking at the posture lying on the ground, I can only praise him: he is indeed professional.

Although he was thinking this way, Wang Zuluo still raised his foot and kicked down Yuan Haoyun who was stunned on the spot.

Then he took a step forward, took off the handcuffs from the other party's waist, leaned Yuan Haoyun's right hand against the railing on the street, and threw the key away from him.

Then ignore these two troublemakers. He quickly jumped into the car and shouted: "Rabbit, Sangbang, drive quickly and get out of here!"

After shouting, Wang Zuluo turned around and knelt down in the carriage, aiming his gun in the direction of Song Zijie, for fear that the other party would cheat.

But Song Zijie had no intention of moving at all. He was still lying on the ground until Ah Hua drove the car onto the street and turned smoothly.

After turning the corner, Wang Zuluo breathed a sigh of relief and put down his gun. By the way, I grabbed the lift door of the trunk and pulled it down hard, and finally closed it successfully with Duan Kun's help.

"Brother Luo, why don't you kill those two cops?"

Duan Kun put down his grab, took out a cigarette from his pocket with shaking hands, and asked his doubts at the same time.

"If we kill the two of them, the police officer will go crazy, but it will be different if we just kill a few robbers."

"Don't look at me like that. That bastard's name is Yuan Haoyun. He used to be an inspector, but now he is only temporarily demoted. If we kill him, we will be in big trouble!"

The death of a patrolman is not the same thing as the death of an inspector. If the former dies, he may not even have a chance to raise the flag.

But it's different if the latter dies. It's equivalent to the police station to which the dead inspector belongs being severely slapped in the face. They will definitely investigate at all costs.

Guangdong Road, Song Zijie waited until the Hiace van disappeared before getting up again.

Not bothering to pick up his gun, he quickly ran to Yuan Haoyun, took out the key and opened the handcuffs.

At this time, Yuan Haoyun was hit hard and lost blood, so people started to see ghosts.

But he still cursed: "Are you a fucking idiot? Why didn't you shoot just now?"

"If I shoot, you will be dead. I will not just watch my companions die!"

Song Zijie yelled back while helping to bandage. Fortunately, although Wang Zuluo is not good at shooting, he still knows how to avoid bones. It seems that Yuan Haoyun will not be disabled.

Although Yuan Haoyun was scolding fiercely, he was still very happy in his heart.

This guy named Song Zijie is a bit of a rookie, but his love for his teammates still makes people angry.

"Go and pick up the gun, otherwise you will be in trouble when support arrives!"

With that said, he pushed Song Zijie hard.

Then he sat on the street, leaned his back against the railing, held the walkie-talkie and said: "A police officer on Canton Road was shot. Please ask for support from a white car."

Thanks to Yanzu: Zhao Feixiao for the 500 starting coin reward.

Thanks to the people who gave rewards before. I didn’t pay attention to the background during this time, and the names of the people who gave rewards before can no longer be found.

Thank you very much for the support of Yanzu, I clasp my fists