District 9

On the small road in the living village, nearly 20 people armed with murderous weapons were not afraid after hearing the gunshots, and still rushed upwards howling.

The living conditions of these people are actually not much better than those of the refugees in the areas to be planned. They are all registered as living village residents in the ninth district, and their own citizenship status is also relatively sensitive. They have no way to directly go to the urban area to compete with ordinary people for jobs. They can only do some low-cost jobs at the lowest level, and they have to pay monthly fees. Relying on the food distributed by the Relief Agency, they can survive hard.

Therefore, Wu Wensheng's spending a lot of money will definitely encourage them to risk their lives, and there are currently only three people on Lao Mao's side. Although they have guns, their ammunition is obviously limited. This group of people only have three guns in their hearts, and they may not necessarily have a son. With a mentality that could hit me, I rushed forward with completely red eyes.

After Lao Mao shot down three or four people, his pistol was empty again, and he was completely unable to push back the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, three figures rushed up with weapons in hand. The old cat stepped back, leaning his back against the car door, and suddenly reached out to grab the car out of survival instinct.

"Pfft!!"

The knife cut open the skin on Lao Mao's right arm, but he didn't feel any pain at the moment. He only felt the skin on his arm getting cold, and then he still reached out and grabbed the person's clothes and pulled back hard.

"Bang!"

The grabbed figure hit the old cat's chest.

The old cat grabbed the clothes of the man in front of him with both hands, and instantly bent down to avoid it.

"Crackling!!"

The knife and shovel instantly hit the car door frame, causing bursts of sparks.

The old cat suddenly raised his head and bumped into the chin of the man in front of him based on his feeling.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the man caught by the old cat had blood coming from his nostrils, and his body leaned back.

The old cat raised his head, grabbed the opponent's neck and was about to punch him, but found that the person he caught was actually a woman.

She is probably around thirty-six or seventeen years old, with very short hair, a straight face, and ferocious eyes. If you don't look closely at her, you won't be able to tell that she is actually a woman.

After the old cat was stunned for a short time, the other party was not polite at all. Because her body was too close to the old cat, she no longer had space for the sword, but she rushed towards him like crazy and bit the old cat in one bite. on the ears.

"grass!"

The old cat's expression was twisted in pain, and he no longer regarded the other party as a woman. He suddenly raised his knees and slammed into her belly.

The woman bent over in pain, and the old cat lowered his head and punched her on the head.

"Gudong!"

The woman fell on her back and crawled twice on the ground in confusion.

"Pfft, pfft!"

When the old cat bent down, he was stabbed twice in the back instantly. He gritted his teeth and stood up. When he dodged sideways, he instinctively stretched out his left hand to pull.

"Bang!"

A shovel came over, and the old cat's left arm was hit with a crunching sound, followed by a heartbreaking pain.

"cnm!!"

The old cat staggered back, raised his foot and kicked the man holding the shovel in the stomach. Risking his right arm being cut off, he reached out and grabbed the other person's arm again.

"Gudong!"

The old cat pulled and they both fell to the ground.

In the gap next to the car, the other people were holding the dick in their hands. When they saw themselves and the old cat rolling together, they suddenly had no room to make a move.

After being stabbed several times, the old cat became completely anxious. He put his left arm around the opponent's neck, opened his right hand and directly clasped the opponent's eyes with his index and middle fingers.

"ah!"

The strong man on the ground howled miserably and immediately let go of the shovel in his hand.

The old cat picked up the shovel covered in blood. Before the man could stand up completely, he turned the handle of the shovel with his arms and smashed it directly into the gap behind him.

"Hooraa!"

The crowd dispersed temporarily.

The old cat turned around with a shovel in hand, blood dripping from the right side of his forehead, and rushed forward with his waist hunched over.

The crowd surrounded the back of the car, holding murder weapons, and dispersed to shout.

"Kneel down!"

"Throw the thing away!"

"Or I'll beat you to death!"

"...!"

The shouts kept ringing out.

The old cat's pace didn't pause even a moment, and he suddenly jumped more than half a meter high while turning the shovel: "I have a soft mouth and a soft heart, but my bones are so hard!! I will kneel down and fuck you up!!"

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the old cat used the long and narrow shovel to hit the back of a strong man on the right. The shovel blade cut into his skin by at least two or three centimeters!

"Hooraa!"

The crowd dispersed again.

The old cat rushed out of the rear of the car, his arms were rounded and he was wielding a shovel, hacking and hacking. After scattering the crowd for a distance, he reached out and pulled his colleague on the ground on the left.

The police officer who had just rushed out of the back seat lay on the snow with his arms hunched and blood all over his body. He had lost consciousness. The old cat pulled him three or four times, but he did not respond.

Old Mao took two steps back and reached out to pull another colleague. The man shook his head and stood up. He was completely confused. He was holding an empty gun in his hand and still shouting: "Don't come up. I'll shoot whoever comes up." Kill him!"

"Yes... intercom!" Old Cat reminded as he stepped back.

"Fuck him!"

Someone in the crowd took the lead and shouted.

Hearing the sound, all the murderers rushed forward again, carrying murderous weapons.

"Call Zhu Wei, hurry up!" The old cat grabbed the shovel and stepped forward to face the crowd, stretched out his arms, and spun around in circles.

"Hang!"

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

The old cat stood stiffly on the spot. When he lowered his head, he saw white smoke coming out of the body armor on his chest. There were several small round holes, and blood was leaking out!

The distance was too close, and the body armor was penetrated in several places!

"Wow!"

The man with the gun in the crowd lowered his head and flicked the bolt of the gun, shouting with fierce eyes: "Come on, try moving it! See if I dare to kill you!"

The old cat came to his senses and took a few steps back. He suddenly felt that his limbs had lost all strength.

"Rush up and hold him down!!" The strong man with the gun roared.

All the vicious people heard the sound and rushed forward.

The old cat gritted his teeth and was about to turn the shovel when he suddenly heard the sound of a car motor behind him.

"Kangkongkangkang!"

Immediately afterwards, gunfire rang out, and an off-road vehicle rushed over. Xiao Taig leaned his upper body out of the passenger seat, pulled his neck and shouted: "Old cat! Old cat! Go back!"

When the murderers saw a car approaching, they immediately retreated to both sides of the road.

"Squeak!"

The car came to a standstill, and Xiao Taig opened the door and shouted with sweat on his face: "Back off, or I'll shoot you!!"

"Back off!"

Three other police officers also rushed down.

"Buzz!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Wei's car also came from the main road. He took the intercom and kept shouting: "Don't pester me, just grab the old cat and run away!"

On the north side of Life Village, Wu Xiong and his people were striding over.