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The lights in the room went out, and noisy sounds came from inside. As the simple wooden door opened, a chair flew out and made a dull "bang" sound when it hit the ground.

Fugui poked his head out and saw more than a dozen figures flicking out of the window in a panic, and flashed into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Fugui raised his gun, aimed at the guy who had been visiting outside sneakily behind the door and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the man fell head on the threshold, twitched for a few times and stopped moving.

Fugui was about to find his next target, but he vaguely felt a gun being stared at him in secret. He subconsciously flashed his head, and a bullet hit the old machine that was covering it, emitting a string of shining flames.

Fugui was shocked and sweated coldly. He squatted down and held his helmet. Goosebumps all over his body came out. He leaned against the machine and calmed down for a moment. He turned around and gestured to Ji Ji, asking him to meet Jin Hui and the others.

After Jiao Ji left, Fugui carefully searched through the gaps of the machine to see the direction of the bullets flying. According to the bullet marks, the bullets should have come from the dark and tall building, but he looked at it for a long time and there was no movement there.

The guys who ran out of the room were all invisible in the empty yard, constantly shooting at the corner of the wall where Jin Hui and the others were hiding. Raindrop-like bullets hit the wall, splashing dust.

Fugui was a little anxious. He knew that the gun just now was fired by Jin Hui, and they faced these bandits almost naked. If this continues, the three of them will become the living targets of those bandits.

He stopped waiting, stretched out a gun from the gap in the machine, aimed at the shaking head hiding behind the cement wall and fired a shot. The man's body tilted and fell softly.

When those people saw their companions being shot dead, they turned their guns and shot wildly in the direction of Fugui. The bullets hit the old machine and made a "bang" sound. Fugui was pressed by the bullets, so he could only squat down and curl up behind the machine.

A stone was thrown from the corner of the wall and fell beside Fugui. Fugui looked up and saw Jinhui hiding in the corner of the wall and gestured to him anxiously, asking him to cover them. Fugui stretched out two fingers knowingly, then twisted the button of the gun into continuous firing. The moment Jinhui rushed out, he suddenly poked out half of his body and rushed to the places where he shot.

Jin Hui rolled a few times, picked up a gun next to a corpse, squatted there and shot a few points, and two more figures fell down.

Fugui rushed to the corner of the wall, hiding half of his body and constantly shooting at the invisible places. Jinhui, under his cover, quickly returned, holding two guns in his hand, threw them to Cao Minghua and said, "There are too many people, and we don't have enough bullets. If we continue like this, we will suffer."

The dense bullets kept flying over, and the wormwood around him was splashing.

Fugui knew very well that every bullet had no eyes. If their landing point was on a person, there would be a living life to stop breathing forever. Jin Hui was talking about exactly what he had always been worried about. Although he was very confident in his marksmanship, he would never be able to grasp that a bullet could destroy an enemy. Moreover, the sniper hiding in the dark had not made any movement yet, which was their biggest threat.

Jiao Ji suddenly asked, "What is this?"

Fugui followed his eyes and saw a black suitcase under Cao Minghua's feet.

Jin Hui said proudly: "What else can it be? The goods they traded were copied by us. They had no goods and even wanted to escape."

Cao Minghua suddenly handed the gun to Jiao Ji, took out a dagger from his waist and said, "This is not a solution. I'll pick up a gun and you can cover me."

Fugui was shocked and hurriedly pulled him: "No, that's too dangerous."

Under the hazy moonlight, Cao Minghua held his helmet and showed a smile on his face: "You can just cover me, look," he said, pointing to the cement wall not far away and said, "There is someone there. If I am alone, I can get his gun back. You can cover me." After that, he bowed and disappeared into the hazy night.

There was an enemy behind the short wall. He might be timid and kept hiding behind the wall and dared not show his head. With the moonlight, he could only see the shadow of his head shaking constantly.

Fugui raised his gun, but after aiming several times, he couldn't accurately aim. He turned around and discussed with Jinhui, "I'll go over and help him eliminate that person."

Fugui rolled over the ground a few times and hid behind the dilapidated machine. He saw that Cao Minghua had almost approached the low wall, but his motive was discovered. Bullets kept firing towards his hiding position. He had to stop and nest behind a pile of stones.

Fugui stood up, quickly aimed at a target and pulled the trigger. The man screamed and kept rolling on the ground. Fugui shook his head regretfully. The light was too dark and he could not aim at the other party's vital points.

Fortunately, his gunshot attracted the targets of those people. He leaned against the machine and listened to the bullets whizzing past his head.

Cao Minghua finally climbed over the low wall, then he came over with a gun and arched with the cover of the pile of stones. Fugui held him down and looked at him and asked, "Are you okay?"

Cao Minghua's smile must be very bright. Fugui could guess his pride from his voice. Cao Minghua pulled the bolt and said proudly: "It's okay. Look, it's brand new..."

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Fugui was checking the enemy's position. Judging from the allocation of their firepower points, these people were definitely not mobs. Their distribution was reasonable and they blocked their retreat. Suddenly he felt his hands sink, and he turned around and saw Cao Minghua covering his left shoulder with a painful expression on his face, and was surprised: "Huazi, what's wrong with you?"

Cao Minghua sniffed and said, "I'm so fucking unlucky."

Fugui helped him tore his clothes open. Seeing that blood was still flowing along his shoulder blades, he was about to bandage him when a bullet flew over, and a string of blood suddenly spurted out of Cao Minghua's chest, and the red blood sprayed on Fugui's face, warm.

Fugui hurriedly hugged Cao Minghua and turned to the side. He saw a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the muscles on his face twitched in pain. Fugui helped him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked nervously: "Huazi, how are you?"

Cao Minghua's breath was very weak. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, covered with bright red blood. He took a few breaths in a hurry and asked sadly: "Fugui, I... I won't die like this, right?"

Fugui touched his neck artery and was beating very strongly. He felt relieved and shook his head and said, "Of course not. You have to be stronger, do you know?"

He lay in Fugui's arms and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I...I will be strong."

Fugui bandaged him for a while, and his chest was still bleeding. According to the location of the injury, he should have had his lungs injured. Fugui knew that he had to help him stop bleeding now, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

He gestured to attract Jin Hui and the others. When Jin Hui saw the injured Cao Minghua, he asked nervously: "What's wrong? Huazi is injured? Is it serious?"

Fugui was about to speak, but suddenly he felt his legs numb, and then a stream of hot liquid flowed down his legs. Fugui touched it quietly, and it was sticky. He knew he had been shot. He stretched out his legs. Although it hurt, it did not affect his walking and should not hurt his bones.

"Are you injured too?" Jin Hui's eyes were sharp, and he saw the blood on Fugui's hands.

Fugui gestured to stop him: "Shh, no, it's Huazi's blood." Because Jiao Ji has been caring for Cao Minghua, Fugui knew that this place was too dangerous and he did not want to affect the morale of these two young comrades because of his injury. He suggested: "Let's do this, Huazi urgently needs to stop the bleeding now, so let Jiao Ji carry him away. It's enough to have two of us here."

Jin Hui frowned and said embarrassedly: "Then you..."

Fugui endured the pain and said, "I'm fine, Jiao Ji, come here." When Jiao Ji came over, Fugui pointed to the car not far from them and said, "Did you see that car? Jinhui and I will attract their firepower away later. You and Huazi snatch a car, take the box of opium, knock open the door and leave quickly, find a place to stop the bleeding for Huazi. Do you understand?"

Jiao Ji twisted his neck and said dissatisfiedly: "I won't leave, I want to be with you."

Fugui knew that he could not delay the time anymore, so he stared at Jiao Ji and said sternly: "You must obey the order! There is no time to chat with you. Jinhui." He had just been observing the movement of the tall building in the distance. Although there might be snipers there, according to the current situation, there were few people and they had to find a dark place to expose the other party to the light, so that they could have enough time to deal with each other and wait until reinforcements: "We quickly occupy that building separately, you should be careful that there might be snipers lurking there."

When he moved to the tall building, blood had already pressed his trouser legs tightly against his legs, and the blood was still flowing. He was hiding behind a low cement wall, and it took a while to see the environment inside. This was an abandoned factory building, four stories high, with a huge grinder in the center, surrounded by many cement steps, leading to the top floor. More than a dozen dark iron chains hang down from the cement beams above, making a "jingle" sound when swaying.

Fugui tore open his trouser legs and saw a blood hole in his calves bleeding. Fortunately, he didn't hurt the bones. He gritted his teeth and cleaned up the mud stains around the wound, took out a bandage from his bag and bandaged them, poked his head out to check, and found a black shadow quietly moving towards Jiao Ji in the wide courtyard. He picked up the gun and aimed at the black shadow's head and fired. The black shadow kicked his legs a few times with the gunshots, and lay on the ground and stopped moving.

The guns of those people immediately turned towards him, and bullets hit the cement wall beside him, and the splashed cement particles fell on his face, with a burning pain.

Fugui hid behind the low wall with a gun in his arms, feeling a little anxious. This was the best time for Jiao Ji and the others to escape, but he had never heard the sound of the car's engine. He was really worried that Jiao Ji would have an accident.

He couldn't help but stand up and quietly checked the situation outside. In the hazy night light, he saw Jiao Ji had helped Cao Minghua walk behind the car, but someone was still shooting at them. The bullets fell on the car, making a harsh metal sound.

Fugui quickly picked up his gun and knocked down several guys who shot at Jiao Ji and the others one after another. Those people were hiding behind the cover and did not dare to stretch their heads.

Fugui finally heard the sound of the car engine, followed by a loud noise, which was the sound of them driving and hitting the door. As the sound of the car motor gradually faded away, a smile appeared on his face. He squatted down and hid behind the concrete wall. Just as he was about to take a breath, he saw a black shadow holding a gun aiming at him on the winding stairs. Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he could imagine the hideous smile on the person's face. At that moment, time seemed to have frozen. His consciousness did not have time to react. He only felt like a wounded beast, waiting for the enemy to slaughter him helplessly...


Chapter completed!