District 9

"Damn it, give it a try and run back together." Guan Qi yelled with a look of unwillingness on his face.

Yao Jingzhong looked at the few people, slowly let go of Ma Laoer's arm, took out his mobile phone from his brother's bag, and said concisely: "Throw all the communication equipment into the car, hurry up."

"grass!"

Guan Qi cursed, reached out and threw the communication device into the car, dragged Ma Laoer and said, "Let's run, hurry up!"

Yao Jingzhong didn't stop him. After seeing everyone throwing their communication equipment into the car, he flipped open the safety fuse and immediately blew up the interior of the car.

As soon as the fire started burning, a dozen cars stopped at the entrance of the alley.

"Let's go!"

Guan Qi dragged Ma Laoer and roared again.

Ma Laoer stood still and said with a trembling voice: "Damn, it's... I tricked you."

The people who could come with Ma Laoer were all dead brothers. At this moment, they looked at each other and said nothing. They just spread out to both sides with guns in hand.

Yao Jingzhong came over, grabbed Ma Laoer's arm, and squatted behind the trash can: "Brother, remember my words and blame me for everything, but you don't want to explain nothing, let the other party feel that you It’s useful and you can disclose some information to them appropriately….”

"Is this useful?" Ma Laoer gritted his teeth and asked, "We have all been fucking sold. Do you think the district will organize a rescue for a few gunmen like us?"

"I don't know." Yao Jingzhong replied with a trembling voice: "...but even if there is a chance, I don't want you to die."

Ma Laoer was speechless.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know that so many changes would happen this time, I'm sorry!" Yao Jingzhong slowly patted Ma Laoer's shoulder and stood up in a hurry.

Beside the wall, Liu Zishu supported Baojun and said with a trembling voice: "Second brother, anyone who can come with you has already thought of this step. Don't lower your head. You will die standing still and do it with them!"

Ma Laoer had never felt so regretful before, and replied with red eyes: "Brother...brothers, I didn't fucking think it through, right...I'm sorry, let's go on the road together."

Guan Qi looked at everyone blankly, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"If you don't surrender, you will die!"

"Raise your hands and surrender!"

"...!"

People outside have gathered around.

"I'm going to nm!"

Ma Laoer held the gun and stepped forward to pull the trigger.

"Snapped!"

Yao Jingzhong reached out and held his arm: "Remember what I said, you must remember it! Only the people from No. 9 and the headquarters have seen Lin Chengdong, so don't bite him."

Everyone held their guns and looked at the dense crowd outside without saying a word.

"Surrender, surrender with your gun!" Yao Jingzhong roared.

"CNM, I blame you, I blame you!" Guan Qi suddenly became furious, grabbed Yao Jingzhong's neck and cursed angrily: "How do you do military affairs? We came with you, but you didn't even arrange the people to respond, you You are responsible, I will fucking kill you...!"

"Bang!"

Ma Laoer pushed Guan Qi away: "Brother...brother, he came in with us, can we just stand and die? Can we?!"

Guan Qi gasped, her spirit seemed to be broken: "Second brother, I don't want to fucking die, I just came out..."

"I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry!" Yao Jingzhong put his arm around Guan Qi's head, then pressed Ma Laoer's gun and said, "Listen to me, don't resist, surrender..."

In the alley, a tragic and desperate atmosphere spread. People's pupils expanded, and they were leaning against the wall or sitting on the ground like walking zombies, throwing down their weapons.

A few seconds later, a group of flash bombs were thrown in, making the alley look like daylight.

Ma Laoer and others were shaken so hard that they could not see anything clearly. They could only hear the rapid and chaotic sounds of footsteps in their ears, and then they were pinned to the ground by several people.

The handles of the guns were hitting their heads, and the military boots were kicking their bodies, but at this time, everyone was numb, did not resist, and stopped moving.

…

Inside the hotel.

The military intelligence personnel from District 7 and District 8 charged out three times as a group, but they were all pushed back.

After a bloody fight, some committed suicide, some were captured alive, and some voluntarily surrendered. In the end, no one of the dozens of soldiers who entered the city and participated in the shooting escaped alive.

Everyone was detained in Yi City.

This kind of result actually has little to do with whether the plan is thorough or whether the participants are professionally qualified.

To put it bluntly, even if Kim Tae-soo's intuition didn't work, and even if the list didn't arouse his alertness, the chance that the group of soldiers who came in would escape was extremely low.

A district-level military intelligence department is right next to the hotel. There are thousands of military intelligence officers, equipped with equipment, quality, and complete emergency response capabilities.

Is it possible that after you finish shooting and killing people, you still want to run out in a big way? Is it realistic?

Has no one advised me?

Yao Jingzhong raised objections twice, and Lin Chengdong warned him earnestly that as long as people come in, it will be difficult to get out.

But Chief Huang rejected all objections by saying, "You are soldiers and you must be prepared to sacrifice at any time."

The order and the purpose may be correct. There are ten thousand dead souls floating on the northwest front. There is no problem for us to launch a counterattack and retaliate. It's just that this kind of order... lacks human touch.

The real upper management may not have the intention to make such a decision, but they cannot resist the willingness of the people below to speculate and study...

…

Hotel entrance.

Kim Tae-soo came out covered with dust, held the phone and asked: "Have they been caught? Okay, please take them back to No. 57 immediately. I want to interrogate them in person. Sorry for the trouble."

On the steps, military intelligence officers from the three major districts were separated into cars wearing black balaclavas and handcuffs, surrounded by several people.

There was a wailing in the hotel, and the bloody corpses were carried out.

In a gun battle, more than fifty people were killed, more than the number of minor or serious injuries. This was enough to shock the fifth district and even the Asian League.

…

District Nine.

Wu Di's father stood in the office, slapped the table and shouted: "What the hell, no one has come out?!"

"The response team reported that... none of the members rushed out."

"Where are the people from District 8 and District 7?" Wu Di's father asked with a gloomy face.

"No one who was directly involved in the mission came out," the officer reported truthfully.

When Wu Di's father heard this, he was speechless for a long time and couldn't help but feel angry.

"The command team is fine and is already returning."

"Them? They must be fine. As for the commander, fuck him!" Wu Di's father seemed to be holding a breath in his heart, but had nowhere to vent.

The officer was silent.

Wu Di's father walked around the house twice and said immediately: "Protect the news first and don't tell Qin Yu. There is also trouble in the Sichuan area now. If you tell him, he will be distracted."

"Understood!" The officer nodded.

…

The mixed brigade rushed to the convoy in the garrison area.

When Qin Yu was frowning and looking out the window, the phone suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

"...Xiao Yu, something may have happened to the second child."