Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 137 Are you okay? (Reward and add more for Aishufu)

Mo Sir's actions tonight were all in the form of Zhong Wenze's action plan. He knew very well that it was Zhong Wenze who was inside now.

and so.

He has to maintain a high degree of coordination.

3 minute later.

Zhong Wenze and his entourage came down from Huansha apartment in a hurry, pulled away the car parked at the door, stepped on the accelerator and jumped out.

"Rush rush!"

Qiu Xiong looked at the rushing car, subconsciously patted the seat, and shouted loudly: "Fuck, this group of people is going to run away, drive quickly."

This is his habitual tone of speech to the younger brother below.

"Shh."

Mo Sir turned his head and looked at him with displeasure: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Qiu Xiong shrank his head resentfully, and wisely didn't speak any more.

Mo Sir let go of the clutch, put the accelerator on, and the police car rushed up, quickly chasing the speeding car in front.

"Brother Ze, the police car behind is catching up."

Xiao Liu was driving a car, and glanced at the police car with only headlights visible in the rearview mirror: "What should I do? I have to find a way to get rid of them, otherwise."

Zhong Wenze sat on the co-pilot, adjusted the seat, and relaxed his posture: "Slow down and let them follow."

"it is good."

Xiao Liu stepped up the accelerator, then turned his head in astonishment: "What? Slow down? No way."

"Well, drive slowly."

Zhong Wenze nodded affirmatively, reached out and took off his mask, opened the clasp and took out a black hood to put it on his head: "Walk around this street, don't drive too far."

"it is good."

Xiao Liu didn't dare to talk nonsense, he let go of the accelerator on his foot, and the speed of the car slowed down a little bit. After a while, the distance between the two cars quickly narrowed.

Zhong Wenze sat in the co-pilot, looked at the increasingly clear police car in the rearview mirror, and remained unmoved: "Keep this distance and have fun with them."

Inside the police car.

Chou Xiong, who obviously noticed the speed of the car in front slowed down, reached out and took out his .[-]: "Hey, are you deliberately provoking us?"

was talking.

The passenger seat of the car in front leaned out half of his body, holding a Remington in his hand and directly igniting it, the muzzle of the gun sprayed flames.

At such a long distance, Remington couldn't hit the car behind at all. It wasn't very threatening, but it was extremely insulting.

"Grass!"

Chou Xiong couldn't bear this cowardice, he loaded the [-], then leaned out and fired at the car in front of him.

The Remington couldn't hit anyone, and the .[-] wasn't much better.

Qiu Xiong fired three shots in a row, two of which were missed, and the remaining shot hit the trunk, sparking a burst of sparks, and then there was no follow-up.

"Chou Sir's marksmanship still needs to be improved."

Song Zijie sat in the back seat, sneered mercilessly, crossed his arms with his hands, and didn't intend to make a move at all.

Mo Sir had already told him the actual situation of the action tonight.

He already knew Zhong Wenze's undercover status, and with Song Zihao's relationship, it was even more impossible to shoot.

Moreover.

Zhong Wenze asked Mo Sir to bring him by name. This was also an indirect opportunity for Song Zijie to get credit. He should thank Zhong Wenze.

"Song Zijie!"

Qiu Xiong didn't dare to beep to Mo Sir, but he was not polite to Song Zijie: "You shot."

"Who doesn't know that Qiu Sir's marksmanship is very good. Since you can't hit it, I can't hit it even more."

Song Zijie spread his hands innocently: "Besides, I think it's a very dangerous move to lean out and shoot. If you don't do well, you will be thrown out!"

Between the two talking.

The co-pilot of the car in front stretched out his arm and made a middle finger to the back.

"Fall on the street!"

Chou Xiong gritted his teeth viciously, filled up the .[-] again, leaned out again, and quickly shot at the car in front of him.

When he was shooting, his hands were always trembling unconsciously, and he didn't know whether it was the car's problem or his own problem, so he fired two shots in a row and missed again.

Just when he was about to shoot again, a telegraph pole suddenly appeared on the side of the road ahead, roaring towards him.

"Grass!"

For a moment, Qiu Xiong's soul froze, he quickly retracted his head, barely dodging the electric pole.

"Qiu Sir, I have already said that the action of leaning out and shooting is very dangerous, you still don't believe me."

Song Zijie sharpened his teeth and continued to taunt: "Be careful, don't die in the line of duty, I will be sad."

"To shut up."

Chou Xiong gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, reloaded the bullet, stared coldly at the car driving in front, and prepared to fire again.

He had a feeling that the person who was shot by the front co-pilot seemed very familiar, but he was wearing a hood, so he couldn't recognize him.

But it just feels very familiar.

Mo Sir was driving a police car, and the two of them, who were not in the mood to argue with each other, frowned and looked at the car in front of them, thinking about their own calculations in their hearts:

"Aze, Aze, what on earth do you want to do, kid? Although you didn't take us far away, I can't always accompany you around. Dadong is still waiting for me to pick it up. What if someone else picks it up? Going, it’s a credit for nothing.”

He sighed helplessly, and the macho wept.

Zhong Wenze looked at his watch, took out the Beretta in his pocket, pulled out the magazine and put a bullet in it, pushed up and pulled the trigger: "Slow down."

"it is good!"

Looking at his posture, Xiao Liu knew what Zhong Wenze was going to do, and his speed slowed down a bit, staring at the rearview mirror, ready to eat melons.

in a police car.

As soon as Qiu Xiong finished loading the bullets, he saw the two cars that were rapidly approaching. He yelled at Mo Sir to slow down and stabilize the car. Immediately, he leaned out with his entire upper body, grasped the .[-] with both hands, and aimed at the tires of the car.

Just when he was about to fire.

Out of the corner of my eye.

Suddenly, an upper body appeared from the passenger window of the car.

The street lights are bright.

This time.

Qiu Xiong saw clearly that the other party was wearing a white shirt, and Zhong Wenze's figure suddenly appeared in his mind: this guy was also wearing a casual white shirt all the time.

Zhong Wenze pointed his gun at Qiu Xiong at three o'clock, and shot directly with the sense of the gun. From leaning out to aiming and shooting, the whole process took only three seconds.

Mo Sir had a feeling that Zhong Wenze's shot would definitely hit Qiu Xiong's head, and then he quickly tapped the brakes,
Qiu Xiong cannot die.

At least.

He can't die here by himself.

The huge inertia directly threw Qiu Xiong out.

"boom!"

Gunshots.

Zhong Wenze withdrew his body resolutely, frowned and looked at the police car that suddenly braked, with a gloomy expression: "Drive, let's go!"

The car kicked the accelerator and disappeared directly into the street.

"Shhh..."

There was a sudden sound of brakes.

Mo Sir quickly stopped the police car.

co-pilot.

Qiu Xiong had already disappeared.

He was lying on the side of the road curled up in a shrimp shape, and there was a sharp pain in his chest. Although the body armor blocked the bullet, the huge impact seemed to have broken his ribs.

Mo Sir went to Qiu Xiong who was lying on the ground moaning: "How is it, Sir Qiu, are you okay?"

"Mo Sir, you"

Qiu Xiong had a painful expression on his face, looking at Mo Sir, he didn't know what to say.

If he hadn't tapped the brakes suddenly, he might have been shot in the head.

It was also because he suddenly braked and threw himself out, which aggravated the injury of his broken ribs.

Mo Sir glanced at the bullet blocked by the bulletproof vest, and said a word of concern in vain, seeing that he was fine: "Then you wait here for the ambulance support, Ajie and I will leave first."

Say it.

Mo Sir drove the police car directly to Huansha's apartment.

(End of this chapter)