District 9

Xing Zihao turned around and looked at the four people running over, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why don't you rush forward?!"

After the four people were stunned for a moment by the question, the leader opened his mouth and responded: "The people on the other side are pretty tough, and they have a lot of guns in their hands. We have to protect Xiao Qu..."

"Where's your gun?" Xing Zihao asked again.

The leader was stunned for a moment and instinctively raised his right arm: "The gun is over here!"

"Kang!"

Xing Zihao picked up the spray gun without warning, the muzzle of the gun was almost touching the opponent's wrist and pulled the trigger.

"ah!"

A scream echoed through the alley, and the leading man's entire right hand flew away and fell to the dirty ground.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

Xing Zihao jumped to his feet and shouted: "Are you worthy of carrying a gun to eat and leading a team to work? Huh?! At such a close distance, I don't want you to catch them all, but I can always do it if I delay for a while. Right? Damn it, do you think the money I gave you came from the strong wind?!"

The leading man knelt on the ground, convulsing in pain, looking at Xing Zihao angrily, gritting his teeth.

The three companions behind him were filled with anger and were about to rush forward.

"Don't... move..." the leading man gasped and stopped his companions, kneeling on the ground, holding his broken wrist tightly.

"Give them money and tell them to go away." Xing Zihao said with a sullen face, turned around and shouted: "The others are chasing after me."

On the left, a young man following Xing Zihao immediately stepped forward and asked, "Will Xiaoqu be sent back?"

Xing Zihao stopped when he heard the sound and turned back suddenly.

Xiaoqu stood in the middle of the crowd, and after meeting Xing Zihao's slightly crazy eyes, he knelt on the ground with a grunt: "Brother, eldest brother, you see I also helped the Yuan family... Just now you asked me to lure them over, I I did as I was told, please spare my life, please..."

"Kang!"

Xing Zihao shot Xiaoqu through the chest. The latter was blown away half a meter and fell to the ground on his back.

"Ma Lao Er is already out, what's the use of him?" Xing Zihao threw the troll with no Z bombs to his companions, and walked quickly towards the intersection: "Take care of the alley, the others will follow me."

Xing Zihao's crazy and neurotic performance instantly caused Wen Tao and his companions to have a nervous breakdown. They roared and rushed to their feet, trying to run away.

A burst of chaotic gunfire rang out, and the gangsters who stepped on the line and wanted to make a fortune finally fell on the streets full of possibilities.

After a few seconds.

When the few people left behind were dragging the bodies of Xiaoqu and others into the car, Yongdong ran over wheezing and looking at Xiaoqu who was completely changed beyond recognition.

"What...what's going on?" Yongdong pointed at Xiaoqu and asked, "How did he die?"

Ma Zai was trembling, looking at Yong Dong with a pale face, and said in a stuttering tone: "Young Master Xing felt that Ma Lao Er would be useless once he ran away, so... I shot him."

Hearing the sound, Yongdong turned around in circles for several times and shouted feebly: "Why are you looking for Xiaoqu like this?! It's to do better business, to protect the market, to make money, not to let him practice marksmanship. Yes. As long as Xiaoqu is still alive, Lao Ma will never give up the idea of ​​thinking about him. You said you shot him to make a fool of yourself?!"

Everyone listened to Yongdong's words and remained silent.

"A good hand, but played like shit." Yongdong cursed, turned around and walked towards his car.

…

in the car.

At the company, Xing Zihao, who was depressed to the extreme due to disguise at home, sat in the back seat sniffing and sweating all over his body.

The co-pilot's attendant pointed to the left side of the road and shouted with a walkie-talkie: "Those two cars behind, don't keep following us. Go to the fork in the road and outflank them from the other end. Some of them are injured and they won't be able to run far."

"Hoo, ho ho!"

Xing Zihao pulled hard on his collar, took two big breaths, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Give... give me the medicine... I can't breathe."

"Brother Hao, the amount is a bit too much." The sturdy young man advised.

Xing Zihao suddenly stood up, grabbed the young man from behind and shouted: "I said... I'm out of breath. Do you want me to die? Ah, are you all looking forward to my death?!"

The sturdy young man saw that he didn't listen to the advice. He immediately opened the passenger glove box, took out the medicine bottle from it and said, "Okay, okay, then you can pierce it. Once it's all done, you'll feel comfortable. Just pierce it, I'll do it first." I’ll give you a needle, come on.”

…

On the dark unknown road, Ma Laoer held up Xiaoliu and yelled: "Brother, hold on for a while, you hold on for a while, I have asked Uncle Zi to call, and the person to pick us up will be here soon."

Xiaoliu was confused and lowered his head and responded: "Don't... leave me alone... I really can't walk. My head is too heavy... Put me down, put me down."

Next to him, Uncle Liu held his cell phone and shouted in a tearful tone: "Brother Ma, it's over, something happened to us... Xiaoqu has been targeted by the other party for a long time. As soon as we took action, people from the local drug company came, four cars , more than a dozen people... got out of the car and started shooting, and Maozi was already killed."

"Calm down and talk to me calmly." Lao Ma's voice was steady: "Where are you, what's the situation, is the other party still chasing you?"

"We are chasing. Xiaoliu was shot and can't walk. We are not familiar with the terrain. We don't know where to go when we run on the street... Come here quickly, otherwise Xiaoliu will be in trouble."

"CNM, no one has been killed, or a gun has been fired?!" Lao Ma suddenly shouted: "Calm down, if you don't tell me the specific place, how can I go to find you?"

Liu Zishu became more energetic after being yelled at. He immediately turned his head to look at the street. His eyes stopped at a construction site of a plaza that had just begun to be built. Then he opened his mouth and shouted: "We are at the Ninth District Memorial Plaza... it is a construction site..."

"Listen to me. If you can delay time, delay time. If we can run together, run together. If we can't run together, then abandon the ones who can't leave first. You are all children below. I don't want to see anyone without a child. But I don’t want to see it anymore. No one can come back, do you hear me?” Lao Ma shouted in a steady voice: “Don’t panic, calm down and call me at any time.”

"Okay, okay."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two ended the call, and then Liu Zishu pulled Ma Laoer and shouted: "Run to the construction site, big brother will be here soon."

"Xiao Liu, did you hear that? Our people will be here soon." Ma Laoer held his brother and rushed to the other side of the street.

"Weng!"

At this moment, the sound of a motor sounded, and an off-road vehicle rushed over from the intersection with its tail swung. Xing Zihao, who had just injected the medicine, said with bright eyes: "Rush over, I will cut off Ma Lao Er's arm and let Lao Ma come and get it."

The strong young man in the co-pilot heard the sound and immediately persuaded: "Let our people come over first, and then we can go in, right?"

“Are you familiar with the situation inside the construction site?”

The sturdy young man turned around and immediately shouted: "Hurry up and rush over."

…

on the street.

Lao Ma urged Guan Qi: "Drive quickly, my children are almost gone."

Hearing the sound, Guan Qi pressed the accelerator to the bottom, frowned, took out his cell phone, and dialed Qin Yu's number.