At this time, Ouyang Jun, Lin Aoxiang, Luo Yin and others had already rushed over. Wufeng in Ouyang Jun's hand, Fenghan in Luo Yin's hand, and the nunchaku in Lin Aoxiang's hand, all smashed at the men in black. These people were all elite selected by Wei Ling, and they were beaten backwards by several people. As for Chen Xiaolong, seeing Wei Ling was about to flash backwards, regardless of the morality of the world, he took out an exquisite revolver without saying a word, and raised his hand and shot Wei Ling.

"Fuck, Chen Xiaolong, you don't want to live anymore, you dare to use a gun here?" Wei Ling's sharp eyes suddenly saw Chen Xiaolong's actions, and quickly dodged to the side, but just avoided the gun. Unfortunately, a man in front of him replaced him.

Chen Xiaolong didn't care so much about it. He wanted to shoot here, but unfortunately Wei Ling's figure was very fast and kept dodging backwards. There were too many people around him and he had no chance to start.

"Mom, it would be great if there was a heavy machine gun..." Seeing the crowds of people, Chen Xiaolong cursed. He really didn't understand why these guys weren't afraid of guns? Is it really that his pistol was too small?

"Do you want me to get a tank for you?" Zhang Jia gave Chen Xiaolong a blank look in anger, but he didn't take it easy. He actually took out a black desert eagle from his pocket. He raised his hand and shot it out. The desert eagle equipped with a muffler still made a slight sound. Then a scream came. When he looked up, the guy who rushed the fastest had a hole the size of a thumb on his forehead, and the huge force even carried him backwards. White brain and bright red blood kept gushing out from his forehead.

"**, Desert Eagle, why can I only use this small gun?" Seeing the desert eagle more than one foot long in Zhang Jia's hand, and looking at the small gun that was not as big as a palm in his hand, Chen Xiaolong's face felt a look of depression.

"Character problem..." Zhang Jia muttered in a low voice, then suddenly shouted loudly: "There are currently armed riots, the National Security Bureau is doing business, and the idle people are waiting to retreat..." As he finished speaking, a pair of fully armed special forces soldiers rushed out of the building next to him. Each of them was holding a black submachine gun in their hands, and sweeping at Wei Ling's subordinates.

"***, I've been trapped, please withdraw quickly..." Wei Ling knew something was wrong when he heard Zhang Jia's shouting. No wonder Ye Xingchen came here with only more than a hundred people. Those guys even ran away as soon as they saw Fang Zhixu and the others. It turned out that they were working with this group of armed police. It was too despicable and shameless...

Wei Ling would never have thought that Ye Xingchen would do such shameless behavior. The gang struggle would actually bring people from the National Security Bureau. How can he fight this battle? While shouting that Ye Xingchen was despicable, he organized his subordinates to leave quickly. Facing the armed police with live ammunition, they had no chance of winning.
Chapter completed!