No matter how large-scale a gun battle breaks out here, the Red Party should not know about it.

From this perspective, I hope that Zhang Yong will end the action as soon as possible and then the dock will return to calm.

The seven unidentified guys gradually approached.

There were people coming and going at the pier. It didn't seem like anything special.

They stayed outside for a while, seemingly observing the movement. Finding nothing unusual, they continued to walk in.

Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.

He is a tough gangster, but not a habitual gangster.

If it is a cunning and habitual criminal, one or two people will be sent in first to get a feel for the situation.

Even if you are ambushed, you will still lose one or two people. The others can run away if the opportunity arises.

Zhang Yong even had good reason to suspect that the other party might be from out of town and not familiar with the situation on the beach, especially Wusongkou Pier.

He didn't even know that this was Zhang Yong's territory. He actually barged in.

They come, the security.

Buried Ann.

The time was almost here, so I waved decisively.

Immediately, someone appeared from behind, raised a gun, and cut off the target's retreat.

Others poured out from both sides, surrounding the target from a distance.

"Stop! Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

The muzzle of the black hole is aimed at the target.

As a result, the seven people did not hesitate to draw their guns and fight back.

He is indeed a tough gangster, but not a habitual gangster.

This is courting death!

"Da da da……"

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Gunshots were fired.

Somi submachine gun...

Thompson submachine gun...

The brutal firepower completely covered seven people.

In an instant, all seven targets were shot and fell. Their bodies were twisted on the ground.

Zhang Yong looked at the map. All seven white spots disappeared.

died.

There is no one left alive.

What a ruthless bandit!

I just know how to act recklessly.

Can you beat so many submachine guns?

Feng Jiliang:......

Dizzy! Such terrible firepower!

So many submachine guns! Crazy spray bullets!

Not to mention seven people, even seventy people would be in danger if they were covered by such a dense rain of bullets!

This Zhang Yong, the firepower of the people around him is too cruel.

Fortunately, I have never had any conflicts with Zhang Yong before. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Stop shooting!"

"Stop shooting!"

Zhang Yong raised his fist.

The gunfire gradually stopped.

"superior!"

"superior!"

Shi Hu led the people to catch up quickly.

First, pull out all the weapons of the deceased. Then kick them aside.

Only then did Feng Jiliang believe that the targets really had shell guns on their bodies. Some people even had two shell guns on them. There were ten shell guns in total.

Secretly afraid.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong took action.

Otherwise, Feng Jiliang would be in trouble if it were him.

When the seven people arrived near him, he may not have realized the danger yet.

If ten shell guns fire at the same time, he will definitely be killed.

Fortunately, the other party is not a red party.

The Red Party does not have such strong firepower. Otherwise, he would have died countless times.

"Commissioner!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

Zhang Yong quickly stepped forward.

They found Shi Hu and others and pulled out a lot of dollars from the corpse.

Huh?

Dollars? That much?

Feng Jiliang's eyes suddenly widened.

No way?

Really dollars?

Those guys actually have dollars on them?

Envy.

This Zhang Yong is really lucky.

I don’t know how I identified the culprit. The US dollars must have been stolen.

It's really a lot of money.

It's pitiful, they worked so hard to catch the red party, but they got nothing.

If you are not careful, you may die...

Alas, it’s really...

"Commissioner, that's a lot of dollars!"

"Gather them all together."

"yes."

Feng Jiliang watched helplessly as a large number of U.S. dollars were put together.

Many dollars were covered with blood. Some were pierced by bullets and became defective products. What a pity...

He actually thought of a question.

If I take these defective U.S. dollars to Citibank, I wonder if I can exchange them for the full amount?

Those black-hearted Americans, I wonder if they will refuse it?

Or, is it exchanged according to a proportion?

A mess...

have a bee in one's bonnet……

Looking at those dollars, his eyes were burning.

Zhang Yong saw it and deliberately raised the corners of his mouth slightly to make the other party jealous.

Look, what red party are you arresting?
To be continued...