heart poison

"Le Ran!"

"Give me the gun!"

Hua Chong and Zhao Fan shouted at the same time.

Le Ran struggled to control the car, and the wheels made a sharp and screeching braking sound on the asphalt road.Looking out from the inside of the car, the scenery changed rapidly, causing a strong sense of vertigo on the retina.The little policeman was so startled that he bowed down with his head in his arms, not daring to move.

The bullets were shot from two directions obliquely left and right, and hit the car body and the ground with a clang. Obviously, there were more than one group of ambushers.Hua Chong had figured out where the bullet was coming from, took out the pistol Zhaofan gave him yesterday, loaded it quickly, and threw the sniper rifle to Zhaofan.

In a sharp spin, Zhaofan leaned half his body out of the car window, twisted the unloaded rifle with one hand, and fired four consecutive shots at the off-road vehicle behind with the pistol in the other.But the car body suddenly turned sharply and veered in another direction, and the bullet just passed by the rearview mirror of the off-road vehicle.

Zhaofan shouted, "Lele!"

"It's in the front too! Fuck it!" The bullet hit in front pierced the front windshield, Le Ran held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, he buckled down on the jeep that had just passed by at the moment the glass shattered. trigger.

"I'll do it!" Hua Chong protected the trembling little policeman, the automatic rifle was already in hand.

A bullet with a diameter of 5.8 mm flew out of the car and hit the right rear wheel of the Jeep.

The wheels burst, muffled and squealed.

At the same moment, the police car rubbed against the riverside guardrail, tearing out a series of flames from the body and the guardrail.

Hua Chong kicked the door of the car. The front sight first aimed at the fuel tank of the off-road vehicle, but before he pulled the trigger, he turned the gun and pointed it at the wheel.

These people of unknown origin can't just die like this!

The bullets hit the car body with a tingling sound, the little policeman trembled violently, Hua Chong frowned, and sniped with precision, the gun hit the target, forcing the two chasing off-road vehicles to stop.

But the attack did not stop, the bullets still rained down, and he shouted cheerfully: "Hit the oil tank!"

"No!" Hua Chong bowed down to change the magazine.At this time, the police car has been destroyed by dense bullets and collisions.

"Leave one alive!" Le Ran roared, "Fuck, there are three in the car in front..."

Before he finished speaking, Hua Chong pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced out of the rifle, tearing through the cold winter air and embedded in the head of the jeep driver.

Another shot was fired, killing the second person in the jeep.

Only then did the little policeman barely straighten his waist, thinking that the danger was over.

But all of a sudden, Zhao Fan pulled Le Ran aside and shouted, "Mother has a sniper!"

A chill suddenly appeared on Hua Chong's spine.

In urban street fighting, snipers are the most frightening existence.Although this is a road, it is not considered street fighting, but once a sniper occupies the commanding heights, it is equivalent to holding the lives of others.

"Where is it?" Hua Chong growled.

"I'll do it! You deal with the car behind!" Zhao Fan's eyes darkened, and he put a sniper rifle on his arm.

Gunshots rang out everywhere, and the bullets were short-sighted. While firing, Hua Chong had to avoid harming innocent people.As soon as Le Ran stepped on the gas pedal, the police car wobbled and sped up again.Zhaofan aimed his gun at a dark window of a tall building on the side of the road, and snapped his index finger decisively.

boom!

The sound of a sniper rifle is different from that of an automatic rifle, it is colder and more aggressive.

A person fell from the window, throwing a pool of dull plasma on the ground.

"Solved." Zhaofan said.

At this time, the people on the two off-road vehicles behind were basically controlled by Hua Chong.He didn't shoot at the fatal parts, but aimed at the wrists, elbows and other vital points, so that the opponent would lose his combat effectiveness, but he would not die immediately.

There were no other vehicles on the entire road, and sirens came from afar.Le Ran took a breath, then turned around and asked, "Get off?"

The little policeman was pale, with moist eyes, looking at Hua Chong helplessly.

Hua Chong still maintained a high degree of vigilance, his gaze coldly scanning his surroundings.

"I'll go down and have a look." Zhao Fan said as he was about to kick the door.

The door on his side was smashed and couldn't be opened easily.

"Wait!" Hua Chong raised his hand to stop.

"What?" Zhao Fan asked.

Hua Chong didn't answer directly, "Wait a little longer..."

Before the words fell, a loud bang suddenly came from the front.The flames rose from the ground in the explosion, the road trembled violently, and the shock wave shattered the last intact piece of glass on the police car.

"My day!" Le Ran's eyes widened, "They..."

"Drive!" Hua Chong yelled, "It's coming!"

In the rearview mirror, the two off-road vehicles actually started up again, slanting towards the police car!

"There is a bomb in the car!" Hua Chong was thrown off balance by the violent shaking of the police car, and the bullet that was killed while avoiding dodge pierced the flesh of his left arm.

He didn't care about the wound, and while shooting to stop the off-road vehicle, he rushed forward and shouted: "Zhaofan!"

"Understood!" Zhaofan set up his sniper rifle again, his gaze like a falcon.

The moment the trigger was pulled, flames shot up into the sky, and it was as if a wall of fire was instantly built on the road.

The sound of the explosion was deafening, the little policeman wept in a low voice, Zhaofan fired another shot, the explosion exploded again, and the flames connected into a raging sea of ​​flames.

When the Chuncheng special police arrived, the three ambush cars had been burned to nothing, and the people inside were as horrific as charred charcoal.

Hua Chong stood by the side of the road with a gloomy expression.

Zhaofan's last two shots hit the fuel tank, which directly killed the people in the car, and no one was left alive.

At that time, hitting the oil tank was a last resort.

The jeep in front was equipped with a bomb. After the bomb was detonated, it blocked the way of the police car.There must have been bombs in the two cars behind, and they collided in order to die together.

These people dared to come this trip, and had no intention of going back alive.

They will not be captured alive. After the ambush fails, they will immediately choose to commit suicide.

Even if someone is afraid at the last moment, someone else will kill him.

Hua Chong felt a chill in his body, and the feeling he had in Shacheng five years ago returned.

These desperadoes never take other people's lives seriously, not even their own.How crazy and rampant they are!

Fire trucks arrived one after another, the fire was gradually extinguished, the road was completely blocked, dozens of police cars whizzed by, and the sirens echoed frighteningly over the city.

The limp little policeman had already been taken to the hospital. Hua Chong turned around and saw Zhaofan walking towards him with a sniper rifle and a medicine box.

"My fault." Zhaofan's hair was disheveled, his face was stained with a lot of dust, soaked in sweat, there were black marks.

I saw him bent down, put the medicine box on the ground, and said while proficiently looking for debridement medicine: "I was careless, I was just talking, and I didn't notice those people."

Only then did Hua Chong feel a dull pain in his left arm, and blood oozes from the wound.

Zhaofan had already put the sniper rifle behind his back, holding a medicine bottle in one hand and cotton in the other, and raised his chin at him, "Take off your coat, let me see."

"It's okay, flesh and blood." Hua Chong took off his coat and the thin sweater he was wearing inside.

"I know." Zhao Fan said, "If you hurt your muscles and bones, you can't react so quickly later. We cooperate well."

Hua Chong threw away the sweater, leaving only the cotton T-shirt on his upper body. His left arm was bright red, and the T-shirt had been torn by bullets, exposing the hideous wound inside.

Hua Chong doesn't care, this level of injury is just a small injury that doesn't get in the way even when he was performing other tasks, let alone in Shacheng.

He didn't even feel much pain.

On the contrary, Zhaofan's face became even more ugly, and he cursed: "Fuck!"

Hua Chong grabbed the tear of the T-shirt and tore it hard, and the fabric was torn off with a "squeak".

"Slow down!" Zhaofan said urgently, "I'll come!"

After getting along for the past two days, Hua Chong found out that Zhaofan is not far from anyone, he can get close to anyone, he is very nervous, and he is very close to Leran, he doesn't care that Leran has a boyfriend at all People, and themselves become brothers in two or three sentences, and they don't recognize life at all.

Seeing that his arm was about to be grabbed by Zhaofan, Hua Chong retreated a little, barely avoiding it.

"Huh?" Zhaofan raised his eyes suspiciously.

"Paint it here." Hua Chong turned sideways, without explaining, but just pointed the wound at Zhao Fan, "It's enough to clear the wound."

"Oh, then bear with it." Zhaofan poured the liquid medicine on the gauze, weighed it twice, and applied it to the wound.

This method looks like a veteran - he has treated similar injuries for himself and his companions.If you are a novice, you will probably dip a little potion first, and then increase the amount slowly.

Only veterans can paste the cotton soaked in potion so "cruelly".

"Hiss!" The medicine seeped into the wound, Hua Chong lowered his head and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth to endure the sudden severe pain.

Vaguely, Zhao Fan seemed to sigh.

Hua Chong opened his eyes, cold sweat just slipped from his forehead and drowned in his eyelids.

From his point of view, Zhaofan frowned, very unhappy, but his eyes were very focused.

He knew that Zhaofan was not unhappy, but was blaming himself.

After thinking about it, the pain in his left arm became less obvious.He let out a breath slowly, wanting to say something to appease Zhaofan, but couldn't think of suitable words for a while.

"I'm sorry." It was Zhao Fan who spoke first, "I came here to protect you, but I let you protect me and hurt you."

Hua Chong shook his head, "I'm not that expensive."

Zhaofan threw away the red-stained cotton, pulled out another ball of cotton, paused before pouring the potion, took out a pack of paper and threw it to Hua Chong, "Your face is full of sweat, wipe it off yourself."

Hua Chong took it, and felt that he seemed to be pronouncing the word "self" very emphatically.

It sounds a little weird.

Zhaofan poured the potion and continued to stick it on the wound.

After enduring the severe pain of applying the medicine for the first time, this time it was a piece of cake.Hua Chong frowned reflexively, and immediately wiped his sweat with a tissue.

"I wanted to rub it on for you." Zhao Fan finally cleaned the wound, took out a bottle of ointment from the medicine box, and said before applying it: "This doesn't hurt."

"En." Hua Chong knew what the ointment was, and always kept a spare bottle in his backpack when he was a special police officer.

"But you don't seem to like it." Zhao Fan continued, "Then I won't wipe it for you."

Hua Chong raised his eyes lightly, "You..."

"I'm very observant." Zhao Fan said, "You reject physical contact—unless the person touching you is someone you like."

Hua Chong was a little surprised.

"Okay. Put on your clothes and don't catch a cold." After Zhao Fan finished speaking, he met Hua Chong's eyes, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Thank you." Hua Chong said.

"Tsk, why are you being polite to my brothers?" Zhao Fan curled his lips slightly, and glanced to the side, "Are these people related to the case in Los Angeles? Why did they suddenly come at you?"

Hua Chong draped his coat over his shoulders, a shadow flickered in his eyes.

If you count Huang Caihua's time, this time is obviously not "sudden", but the timing is indeed intriguing.

Why do you want to stage a suicide ambush at this time?

Could it be because the situation in Los Angeles has changed?

The author has something to say

Zhaofan used to be a straight man, and he had been chasing him for more than ten years before he barely turned him away. He had no other intentions for Huatuan and Leran, he just admired and liked him like a brother.