When it was his left hand's turn, the gun master really couldn't muster up the energy. Although he was extremely unwilling, he didn't have a single bit of energy in his body. After a period of adjustment, the exhaustion just now seemed to be useless. The gun master just stared at the handcuffs on his left hand, feeling a little desperate. He didn't expect that he couldn't even overcome this little difficulty. Could he really not hold on? The weak figure of Bai Shusheng appeared in his mind again, and the hoarse voice of the little monkey was like a mosquito's buzz. The gun master was furious, gritted his teeth, and started to use his energy again, but his fingers didn't move at all.
The gun chief was extremely anxious. He didn't have much time left. There were less than five hours before Mike would deliver breakfast. He had only opened one chain. If he was discovered... Thinking of this, the gun chief shuddered a few times. He grabbed the chain and began to exert force. I'll break you! The gun chief's face was red, and his eyeballs seemed to be bleeding. He held the chain tightly, and the muscles on his arms were throbbing. The gun chief didn't dare to relax. His chest was almost bursting from the suffocation. He tilted his head back and pulled hard again. Suddenly, he felt a coolness in his lower abdomen, and the stuffy feeling in his chest was washed away at once. The gun chief's brain was blank at this time. With a ding, the chain had broken, but the gun chief didn't move. He just squatted there, with a kind of bewitching color in his eyes, as if there was a colorful light flowing slowly. The gun chief was instantly wrapped in a layer of substantial mist, like a layer of thick milk, which kept overflowing from the gun chief's sweat pores and flowing into his nostrils, and the cycle continued.
It was not until two hours later that the gun chief regained consciousness. He was at a loss. He tried to use Tai Chi Qi, which was as surging as the Yangtze River. He was so scared that he quickly stopped. What was so strange? He thought for a while but couldn't figure it out. He thought it might be that the Tai Chi Qi had reached a higher level. Looking at the broken chain, the gun chief laughed. It seemed that God would not let him go. He wanted to try this strange Qi to see how powerful it was. When he thought about it, he twisted the handcuffs with his fingers and pulled hard. There was another ding sound, and the handcuffs broke. The gun chief was overjoyed. Now he could come in and out at will.
He pulled his feet back in a fancy way and easily broke the shackles, his hands and feet were free again. The gun commander kept shaking, and he pressed his palms on the iron wall with force, leaving a clear palm print. The gun commander laughed and said, "Here I come again!" Then he used one foot to exert force and jumped towards the small prison door with all his strength. With a loud bang, the iron door was shot out by him, and the alarm started to sound continuously. The gun commander was startled and blamed himself secretly: I've gone too far, damn it, why am I so naughty!
After walking out and looking at other small iron cells, the gunner suddenly laughed strangely and said, "Ha, this blessing is for everyone to share. Let these guys out and let the Americans enjoy it!" Starting from the left, he kicked open the iron door and went in without caring whether there were people or ghosts inside. He broke the handcuffs with a clang and shouted loudly in English, "Let's go, I'm the devil's father, I'm here to save you from the madness!" He poured his internal energy into the sound channel, and all the cells could hear his voice, and they cheered one by one.
In less than a minute, four people had been rescued. The four were naked and covered in filth. They began to look around and observe the situation consciously. The rifle commander shouted while he was busy, "Unite and kill all these bastards. Go, guard the iron fence over there." The four people shouted "Oh" and rushed over. At this time, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground could be heard in the corridor in a uniform manner. The rifle commander was very anxious. He picked up a few broken chains, kicked the door frantically to let the people go, and started to practice martial arts at full speed to check the distribution of the police.
There were a total of fourteen prisoners on the gun chief's floor, including himself. Seeing that there were no more extras, he rushed to open the iron bars. The lights in the corridor suddenly lit up. The gun chief turned his wrist and heard the continuous explosion of light bulbs. He had already turned off all the lights and rushed forward to the place where he met Wang Daming and others yesterday. There were several doors here. The gun chief was about to find a route when a two-meter-tall man with tangled long hair and beard shouted hoarsely: "This is the exit!" The gun chief glanced at him and was really a little surprised. Why was he like a wild man? Just as he was about to open the door, he heard the prison guard start shouting with a loudspeaker: "Warning: All prisoners return to their cells, otherwise we will take action!" This sentence was repeated continuously. The gun chief turned his head to look at the thirteen people following behind him. Each of them was a man with a dungaree under his crotch, half squatting on the ground to avoid the searchlight. The gun chief was a little disappointed. Why was there no female killer? Seeing that they were all looking at him, their eyes flashing with excitement, panting, like wild animals. The gun master couldn't help but laugh: I've become the Lion King. He himself didn't even wear any clothes. The gun master turned around and smiled, "Hello everyone! My name is Nick, and I've been locked up for three months." A few people laughed, but the others didn't say anything. The gun master said, "I saved you, but you don't have to listen to me. However, I have the confidence and the ability to escape. It's up to you to choose whether to follow me or not. I know that each of you is very remarkable. Now is an extraordinary period. I just hope that you don't have any selfish intentions. After escaping, everyone will go their separate ways." The thirteen people nodded their heads back and forth. The gun master looked at the messy hairy heads and laughed.
The gun commander heard that there were four people at the corner below. He put his finger on his lips and hushed at them, then raised four fingers and pointed at the corner of the exit. The others nodded. The gun commander suddenly jumped up like a cat, stuck his body to the top wall, and moved forward quickly like a spider. The thirteen people had the same expression and stared at the gun commander in amazement. The gun commander stuck his head out and saw that the four guys kept gesturing, as if waiting for new instructions. They didn't dare to rush up without knowing the situation. The gun commander fell down lightly, threw out two chains with his hands, and hit the eyebrows of the two prison guards behind him. Then his body suddenly accelerated, and his hands were already on the back of the heads of the two in front. With a palm force, the heads of the two people were like watermelons being blown up by artillery. With a pop, blood and flesh splattered, and white brain matter flew away. The four people fell to the ground at the same time. The gun commander himself was also scared. Usually, such a force would only shatter the back of a person's head, but it wouldn't explode. Damn it! It's too bloody! When the others heard the slight noise, they had already rushed down in pairs. When they saw this scene, some of them were already snorting and exuding extreme excitement, some of them just changed their expressions slightly, and only one of them seemed not to see what was happening in front of him. He walked up naturally, took off his clothes, and took out his gun.
The gun commander was short and only had one pair of underwear to wear. Seeing the stains in the underwear, the gun commander couldn't help but spit and curse: "Unhygienic bastard!" They had to wear it inside out. Some of the fourteen people had a pair of trousers, some had a coat, and one guy even put on a hat stained with blood plasma. In addition to the MP5 submachine guns in their hands, each of the four prison guards had a Beretta pistol and four bulletproof vests. The gun commander handed a few communication headsets to the other people.
The guy who had been expressionless just now was about 1.8 meters tall, a brown man with very strong muscles. He held an MP5 and said to the gunner, "What's your plan?" The gunner smiled and said, "If my estimate is correct, this is the third floor. There are nine prison guards in the corridor around the corner. If you can't rush out in fifteen minutes, you will probably be strongly blocked." The man said, "My name is Moker. I used to be a special forces soldier and participated in several urban street battles. If you don't object, shall we form a team?"
The rifle captain nodded and said, "Of course." Moker was not polite either. He immediately organized four Mao men, including himself, who were wearing bulletproof vests and good at using guns, to walk in the front. Following closely were four men with pistols, with the rifle captain in the middle of them. The thirteen men raised their thumbs at the same time to show that they were ready. The rifle captain laughed in his heart when he saw it. Damn it, they all pretended to be old soldiers, but it didn't matter, I would let the Americans suffer this time.
The gunner gestured to Moker, and then continued to stick to the top wall and look forward in the same Spider-Man way as before. Sure enough, there were nine people covering each other and forming a Yin-attack formation. The horn sounded again at this time. The four guys walking at the back gestured to Moker. After receiving the communication order, the nine people also began to move. The gunner took a deep breath, and his body suddenly flashed behind the nine people strangely. This time he didn't dare to use all his strength, but just gently cut two of them. He had turned into a ghost at this time, and his body could not be seen clearly. He only felt a faint shadow quickly passing through the gaps between the people. The gunner waved to Moker who was still in a daze.
Moker rushed over, looked at the seven people lying on the ground, and smiled at the gun captain: "We can rush out just by following you." Then he started to change clothes, exactly thirteen sets. The gun captain tore off the long trousers and tucked into a relatively small T-shirt, but it also looked a bit empty. In one minute, everyone had weapons in their hands. The gun captain was very satisfied. Now they were already on the second floor. As soon as the warning horn stopped, the gun captain focused his ears and began to listen. Now he felt very strange. He could even hear the sound of rats running downstairs very clearly. This time he was a little embarrassed. There was no one at the corner of the second floor. Unfortunately, basically none of them came in soberly, and they didn't know the specific route. The tall man who reminded the gun captain of the exit before only discovered it by accident when he was interrogated.
The gunner said to Moker, "I don't know the exact direction. Where should I rush to? The people below are all scattered. There are thirteen people within fifty meters. There is no way to kill them quietly." Moker pointed to the other end of the second floor and said, "Over there, that is downstairs from us. I'll go over there and take a look." The gunner shook his head and said, "I can see that there are also prison cells over there, and there are also several iron gates. It's a waste of time." Moker put on a police helmet, then leaned out of the window and began to look around, but all the lights were concentrated on this building. Other places were in darkness and he could not see the environment outside the lights at all. Moker shook his head and said, "I can't see."
The gun commander smiled, picked up his MP5, flipped over and stuck to the top of the wall, then raised his gun and easily knocked out a searchlight, turned over again and knocked out another one, and then turned over again, as if the top of the wall was the grass in his backyard. Moker looked in admiration. This guy was not only exceptionally skilled, but his pistol skills were even more surprising. As the gun commander fired bursts, several snipers on the roof began to take action. The gun commander smiled and landed next to Moker, looking at where the snipers were shooting, it was very safe from them.
Morkel stood up again and observed through the scope on his gun. After about ten seconds, Morkel lowered his head and said to the gunner, "It's difficult. There is a ten-meter-high concrete wall directly opposite, with high-voltage barbed wire on top. There are two guard buildings on the left, with at least four snipers on the roof. There is an open space on the right without any obstruction. I guess there is also a guard building on the right."
The gunner thought for a moment, then rushed to the back of the second floor. The walls here were all sealed, and there were thick steel plates. He couldn't see the scenery behind. The gunner was a little discouraged. All the windows were in the front, but they were all sealed with thick steel bars. What kind of prison cell is this! The gunner had to come back and said to Mokle: "It will be dawn in two hours at most. What time is it now?" Mokle raised the watch he had just taken and took a look: "Four forty in the morning." The gunner sighed and said: "The only way is to rush down, seize the guard building, and kill all the prison guards here." Mokle smiled and shook his head and said: "These are not ordinary prison guards! You killed them so easily before, that was you. Looking at their equipment, I don't think they are much worse than special police. If I'm not mistaken, we are now imprisoned in the New York Special Prison, which is a place that is not exposed to the public."
When the gun commander heard this, he suddenly became ruthless and said to Moker, "You lead them and don't move. It's better to send more people out. I will go upstairs and kill the sniper directly from the top!" Moker looked at him with some fiery eyes and said, "I will go with you." The gun commander laughed and said, "Can you fly?"
Then he ignored Mokle and rushed upstairs. When he reached the third floor, the gun commander returned to the door again. There was only fourteen of them in the long row of prisons. Then there was the large room with two doors. The gun commander walked in slowly. One of them was the control room, which had many switches and monitors. The gun commander's heart moved. There must be someone here. There must be someone on duty! He held his breath and listened quietly. Sure enough, he found someone breathing on a control console. The gun commander quietly landed on the platform and pointed his gun at the other person's head. The man had to stand up trembling. The gun commander didn't say much and knocked him out directly. Looking around, there was a small door. The gun commander walked in and found that it was a bathroom. There was a small window at the back. The gun commander looked out and was overjoyed. There was a wall behind it, about twenty meters away from here. Below was an open stadium or something like that. It seemed that Americans still liked to enjoy themselves. Even for the most heinous prisoners, they would give them the freedom to exercise.
Thinking that there was still a door he hadn't gone to, he went to check it out first, maybe someone was still there. He turned around and walked out, quickly walked to another door, listened for a while, there was no one inside, the gun commander pushed open the door and walked in. This seemed to be the interrogation room and the rest room for the guards on duty. After a round, he saw two bathroom windows that opened backwards and a ladder to the roof. The gun commander made up his mind and flew out of the window, his toes touching the edge of the window, looking around. He didn't go up the ladder because he was afraid that there were snipers aiming at this side. He estimated the distance and tapped his toes hard. He had already flown up like a big bird, not daring to go upstairs directly, but holding the edge of the roof beam with his hands, shrinking his whole body up, and sticking tightly to the top wall.
Then they moved forward alternately to the left. In less than two minutes, they saw the guard building on the left. The gun commander found a shadowy place with backlight and climbed up. He lay down to look and saw two snipers on the roof nearby and two on the roof of a farther building. The gun commander turned his head to the right and saw the same as what Moker said, but there was only one sentry post there. There were five people on the sentry post. They might have been scared by the gun commander's shooting skills of extinguishing the searchlight, so they didn't dare to turn on the light and just stared at this side nervously. The gun commander calculated that his angle should not be discovered. Even if he was discovered, he would have already reached the opposite building.
Slowly aiming at a sniper facing him, the gun commander smiled and said, "Headshot!" Pulling the trigger, the sniper was killed by the gun commander. The other one heard the gunshot and quickly rolled to hide in the bunker, but he was shot in the neck. The gun commander slapped the ground with both hands, and the whole person jumped up and rushed to the roof of the guard building like lightning. The sniper on the other building heard the gunshot and hurriedly started to move. The gun commander had already rolled over quickly and picked up a sniper rifle, then faced the prison building to take a breath, paused, and immediately rolled out quickly. There happened to be a trench on the rooftop isolation layer. The gun commander rolled down, then raised the sniper rifle and started looking for the two guys.
Where did the person go? The gun captain was a little surprised that the person disappeared in such a short time. This time, he could not be careless. Moker said that these people were no better than special police officers. It seems that this is true! He turned his mind and looked around. The first guy he killed fell in a semi-circular bunker. The gun captain gritted his teeth and bet that he was fast and the other party could not see him.
He jumped out with a whoosh, picked up the body and came back, and sure enough, there was no movement. The gun chief lay on the body and slowly moved his hands and feet. Hehe, I see you guys move around. He lifted the body's butt with one hand, and felt it was quite sexy. Maybe his wife likes it very much. What a pity. He used his strength to slap it, and the body seemed to jump up. It paused for about two seconds, and the fire over there flashed. When the gunshot was heard, the body had fallen down. The gun chief laughed secretly, he had already seen one.
He dragged the corpse with one hand and retreated again, about five meters, and repeated the same trick. The corpse was really miserable. It was already dead and was shot two more times. The gun commander moved forward again, about seven or eight meters later, and began to patiently watch the two prey move, lying motionless in the ditch. After waiting for five minutes, the people over there probably thought it was safe and started to move again. The gun commander killed one without hesitation. The other one was about to run away. The gun commander had no time to aim and could only shoot quickly based on his feeling, otherwise it would be too late. The second shot almost chased the bullet of the first shot. The second one was at the side position. The bullet shot by the gun commander passed through the temple, and fell to the ground after two tilts.
The gun chief breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stood up and went down to the guard building. He had to be quick! Thinking of this, he kept speeding up and rushed to the guard building. There was no one on the third floor! On the second floor, the gun chief flashed like a ghost. Three! The gun chief kept laughing in his heart and flashed into the office. One was on the phone and the other two were discussing. The gun chief didn't give them a chance at all. He raised his submachine gun and knocked down the three people.
The sound of gunfire immediately alarmed everyone. In the previous battle on the rooftop, the people here thought that it was just the sniper who found the target, and the first two had no time to react. Although the last two reported the situation, the three guys who might be in command did not expect the gunner to come so quickly. Before the manpower was deployed, they were already knocked down.
The gun commander picked up the sniper rifle, leaned over to the window and took a look, he couldn't help laughing with joy.
In front of the gun commander were a dozen sexy buttocks. The gun commander raised his gun, without aiming, and first hit the two buttocks closest to the prison building. Then the gun commander suddenly got angry and shouted in Chinese, imitating the soldiers in the old movies: "Raise your hands! Surrender your guns and you won't be killed!" After shouting, he realized that all the people below were foreigners. He smiled helplessly: "No cooperation at all!" He had to shout loudly in English. After shouting several times, some people below started throwing guns. Americans were very happy when they were captured by others. After all, their lives were their own. One by one, they stood up with their hands on their heads. The gun commander asked them to go into the prison building and hand them over to Moker. At this time, the few Mao people inside had heard the gun commander's voice and shouted excitedly.
The gunner used his internal force to yell at Moker, "Moker, there are people guarding the right side, don't come out yet." Moker and others were fighting one-on-one, thirteen against thirteen. These perverted guys held the policemen down and cooked some braised meat, beating them until they screamed in pain. The gunner laughed when he heard it. He had been waiting for the people on the watchtower to come down. If they didn't come down, there was really no good way!
The gun commander left the office on the second floor, and then slowly searched room by room to see if there were any fish that had slipped through the net . After this search, he found three ordinary prison guards holding pistols. When they saw the gun commander, they raised their hands at the speed of lightning. The gun commander looked down on these Americans. Damn, if it were the soldiers in our country, they would rather die in battle than surrender so easily! He knocked out two and left one. The gun commander looked at the trembling little foreigner in front of him. There were some freckles around his nose, his face was very thin, and his eyes were also blue. The gun commander held up his chin with his hand. This guy looked at the gun commander as if he was looking at a rapist. The gun commander suddenly felt that this was very familiar with some scenes, but I am not interested in men!
The gun commander smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't fuck your ass." The little foreigner couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and his eyes were no longer so terrifying. The gun commander asked, "Where are your guns and ammunition?" The little foreigner immediately pointed to the next door and shrugged at the gun commander. The gun commander patted his little face and knocked him out with a palm. He was very happy. It was really fun to fight with foreigners. He had prepared a long list of threatening words, but in the end, the foreigner was very sensible. The gun commander suddenly began to like sensible people! This may be the most lovely thing about Americans.
When he got to the next door, the gun commander's eyes lit up immediately and he cheered, because he found what he wanted, rifle grenades! The gun commander rushed over and took two, then stuffed the ammunition into his pockets. Haha, the guys in the small guard tower, it's time to come down now, right? The gun commander laughed sinisterly and ran into the office again. Seeing that the few people were still in the guard tower, the gun commander took a look and wondered where to hit them? He looked from top to bottom and finally decided to hit the other party's feet, so that it would be more deterrent. There was a loud bang, and after the fire died down, the gun commander looked at the guard tower and saw a hole on it. The gun commander used his internal strength and shouted, "Throw down your weapons, hold your heads with your hands, and go to the ground one by one!" The few people looked at each other. After more than ten seconds, they might finally decide to surrender. Anyway, the situation was over, but the signal for help had been sent out, and there was no sign of the emergency response force.
The gun commander carried a sniper rifle on his left shoulder, an MP5 hung around his neck, and a grenade launcher in his right hand. He walked out of the guard building with a square step. But just after he took two steps, the sniper rifle on his left shoulder was shot away. The gun commander's reaction was first-rate, and he disappeared in a flash. He was trembling in the hall on the first floor, cursing: "Fuck your mother, fuck your mother, which son of a bitch shot me..." After almost a minute, he forced himself to calm down, thinking that fortunately I was lucky, the rifle helped me block the bullet, otherwise I would be dead now! Waves of evil rage rose up in his heart. Remembering that the guard room next door had not been cleared out yet, the Gun Commander mobilized all his strength and flew into the No. 2 guard building at full speed. Hearing footsteps coming from the stairs, the Gun Commander was not polite and rushed up directly. When he turned the corner, he did not slow down and stepped on the wall. He saw a figure about to enter the room. Without time to shoot with his gun, the Gun Commander shot at it like a bullet. The man only got halfway in, and then the whole person groaned and flew out at an angle as if he had been hit by a truck. When he landed, his whole body had become a corpse. The Gun Commander hit him to death with his shoulders and knees. It is conservatively estimated that all the parts that were hit were smashed to pieces!
The gun commander rushed into the room and saw that it was also a magazine. He calmed down and focused his ears. Finally, there was no sound of people. He was relieved! Looking at the body on the ground, the gun commander spitted, flew over, and then went downstairs very proudly.
By the time the men on the watchtower came down, the gun captain was already waiting there. It took him no more than twenty seconds from the time he bumped into the men to the time he came out. Moker also rushed out with the other Mao men. They were frightened and all squatted down. The Mao men rushed up roaring and started to stew the meat. The gun captain waved to Moker and said, "The third room on the second floor is the gun and ammunition room. There are a lot of stuff in there. Tie up these guys and equip everyone. I still have to go find my partners." Moker asked with a pale face, "Do you have any companions?" The gun captain nodded and said, "There are four more." Moker was shocked. Who are these guys? If they are all so powerful, then breaking into the Pentagon or the Presidential Building will have no problem.
The gun commander left the group of hairy people behind and returned to the prison building. He was shocked as soon as he entered. Although the lights were dim, he still saw bloody bodies in front of him. The hairy people wanted to beat all the police officers to death, not with guns, but with fists. Some of them had teeth marks on their faces and ears! The gun commander couldn't help but shudder. Pah, pah, pah, damn, too perverted! But then he thought, if these things were exposed, it would be a big gift to the American people. Haha, dog bites dog, and there is a mouth full of hair!
After going up to the second floor, the gun commander was too lazy to check every room one by one, and started shouting at the top of his voice: "Hutou! Daming! Where are you?" But the whole second floor was silent except for a few coughs occasionally. The gun commander felt very strange. Could it be that they couldn't hear him? He broke open the iron gate and saw that the prison door here was also sealed. So he jumped open a room. There were only two people inside, a black man and a white man. They were naked, and the black man was on top of the white man. Both of them turned around to look at the gun commander, stupidly, as they didn't expect someone to kick the door in. The gun commander burst out laughing, pointed at the two men, and said in English: "Keep fucking! Otherwise you will get impotence!" The black man's eyes were still on the gun commander The gun chief was very long, but he only rubbed his butt a few times. The white man seemed to be watching him unconsciously. The gun chief was laughing happily. The two guys suddenly jumped up together, screaming and looking at the gun chief as if they were looking at a ghost. The gun chief cursed: "Are you two bastards sick? Scream your mother!" He rushed over and slapped one of them unconscious on the ground. After walking out, he was curious again, so he squatted down and looked at the white man's butt, muttering: "Same as me... different, I was raped by force, he may have seduced others to rape. Bah..." He spit on the faces of the two people, but he was actually a little excited in his heart. Damn, am I a little perverted? It seems that the criminals who have been stored for three months need to find time to release themselves. Thinking about his hands and feet being cuffed, he can't even indulge himself. The gun chief cursed Americans for having no human rights and handcuffing their hands to prevent them from masturbating!
While thinking about it, he started to kick the door. The prisoners inside were all scared, but nothing happened. The gun captain kicked open one door and said, "Today is Independence Day. You are free!" He kicked all the doors. There were 14 cells and 28 prisoners, but there was no sign of Daming and his men. The gun captain couldn't help but feel a little strange. Could there be prisoners somewhere else? He asked along the way, "Have you seen any Chinese?" The prisoners all shook their heads. The gun captain was furious and yelled at them, "Get out of here now, go down and get your guns. You bastards, are you going to wait for the president to pick you up in a stretched Lincoln car?"
A bunch of people rushed down with a roar. Some people began to shout "Long live freedom". There were chaotic footsteps. The gun commander suddenly thought that the gang on the guard tower might be killed. He didn't even have anyone to ask questions. He quickly ran down. However, the guys who resolutely came down to surrender had been beaten beyond recognition. The gun commander closed his eyes in pain. Was he doing good or bad? He quickly rushed to the second floor of the No. 1 guard and woke up the little foreigner. When the guy opened his eyes in a daze, the gun commander began to ask: "Where are the other Chinese? Where are they being held?" After asking three times, the guy finally answered: "They were taken away."
"Where did you take it?"
The little foreigner finally came to his senses. Seeing the lifeless eyes of the gun commander, he immediately trembled : "I... I don't know either. It was Kadov who took him away!" The gun commander knocked him out without thinking. Moker walked in. The gun commander quickly warned: "Don't kill anyone anymore. Find the control point and open the prison door. There should be room outside the door. Hurry up!"
The newly joined group of prisoners looked at the gun captain and the other fourteen hairy men, each of them a little silly and didn't know what to do. The gun captain yelled at them to change clothes and get guns! The group rushed to the second floor, and the gun captain walked in front of Mokle and others. Now, except for the hair and beard on their heads, they were neat. Only the two-meter-tall big man was dressed quite funny. His clothes were too small, and he didn't have suitable shoes . He stood on the ground barefoot. When he saw the gun captain, he grinned. The gun captain smiled and said, "I don't care what you do, now everything is up to me." He pointed randomly, one went to open the door, the other went to clear the area, and some followed to get the car. Then he roared and started to move. The gun captain felt very comfortable. God treated me well. He just lost a group of brothers, and now he sent me a better batch of goods.
Moker said worriedly, "We've wasted too much time! I'm afraid we'll run into the SWAT soon." The gun commander smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? We now have six sniper rifles, dozens of submachine guns, grenades, and pistols. We're also a small armed force!" Moker looked at the gun commander and said, "Nick, what are you going to do?"
The gun captain shook his head and said, "I just want to save my brothers now. They came for me. I can't let them stay in jail. I will rescue them even if I have to kidnap the president!"
Mokle looked at the gun master eagerly, which made him feel uncomfortable. He thought of the sodomy scene he had just seen. Hey, could he have such intentions towards me? Mokle said, "Nick, if you don't mind, I want to follow you! Anyway, I will die sooner or later, so I will fight with you." Hearing this, the other hairy people who stayed in place nodded one after another, and each of them expressed their willingness to follow the gun master.
The spear leader smiled and said, "Thank you, but let's go out first. Then we can form a powerful fist. Hehe, let's learn from those mercenaries. However, I am confident that I can bring you to China. It is a beautiful country."
The Mao people's eyes lit up when they heard this. A tall and thin man said to the gun chief, "I've been to China. I like it there. I'll follow you from now on." The gun chief looked at him carefully. He was about 1.85 meters tall, as thin as a bamboo pole, with a short nose, but the tip of the nose was fleshy and drooping down. There was no flesh on his face except skin. He had a bucktooth mouth and a retracted chin. The gun chief smiled and said, "What's your name?"
The tall and thin man said, "My name is Kalon Shabaf, and I am Russian." The gun commander said, "I will call you Shabaf from now on."
The other one was half a head taller than the spear chief, with a chubby face and funny eyes. When he looked at people, he would always glance to the right, as if he looked down on them, and he even stuttered: "I, I, I... My name is Luo Luo Luo De... Luo!" The spear chief frowned and asked: "Luo Luo Luo Luo De Luo?" He was a little anxious, his face flushed, "No, no, it's Luo Luo Luo Luo... De De De Luo!" The spear chief came over and said to him: "When I ask you a question, just nod or shake your head?" The man nodded, and the spear chief laughed: "Your name is Luo Luo Luo? Do you have a stutter?" The man nodded continuously, and the spear chief laughed: "This problem is easy to cure. Listen to me, can you sing?" Luo Luo nodded, and the spear chief said: "If you can't speak, you can sing. It doesn't matter what opera or pop song, as long as you can sing, it's fine. Do you understand?"
Rodlo took a breath, pulled in his stomach and puffed out his chest, like a proud rooster, and sang beautifully: "I... understand... now..." The other people were already laughing so hard that they couldn't breathe. The spear chief was very surprised. Rodlo's singing was so strong and powerful that he actually sang "My Sun". Zhang Liqiu told the spear chief about the song and couldn't help but walk up to him and pat Rodlo on the head: "Good job, your singing is very beautiful! You are an excellent singer!" Rodlo was very excited and pulled in his stomach and puffed out his chest again to take a breath and prepare to sing. The spear chief immediately said: "Okay, okay, we are not safe yet. The environment here is not suitable for your singing. It's such a waste, you know? When we are safe, we will find an opera house to give you a solo concert!"
The other one looked gentle, handsome guy in his twenties, with slightly curly hair. Even without shaving, one could feel that he was very stylish. He just kept touching his nose with his hand. He said to the gun captain very politely: "My name is Jer Radolph Roberts, and I am willing to follow Mr. Nick." The gun captain laughed and said, "Okay, Jer? Chicken! Haha, I'll call you Chicken. Okay, everyone, let's get to know each other when we get to a safe place." He laughed in his heart: Chicken is the thing down there, it can be called any name!
At this time, the person who went to open the door had already run back. The gun commander heard footsteps behind him, turned his head and was almost startled, seeing that the twenty or so prisoners who were released later were all wearing prison guard uniforms. Some of them had been modified, with holes in their pants, some wearing their hats backwards, and some with all their buttons broken. A group of people stood in front of the gun commander in a strange way. The gun commander was stunned for a moment, and just thought it was very classic in his heart. He drove all these scumbags to the streets of America, hahaha. Thinking of this, the gun captain smiled: "Gentlemen, very good, now we are going out, everyone has two choices, one is to run for their lives, constantly facing the pursuit of the American police, the other is to form...Nick Gang with me...I am Nick, follow me, follow them..." Pointing to the hairy people behind: "They are all super geniuses who are imprisoned with their hands and feet handcuffed, I will take you to kill, set fire, rob... everything that makes you feel meaningful, of course, there will be a lot of money, so much that you can buy dozens of kilograms of white powder, or a neighbor girl you secretly love to stand naked in front of you! You just need to obey me, and I can do whatever I want! Make a decision!" Looking at these guys with lifeless eyes, he has made up his mind. As long as someone doesn't follow him, he will kill him immediately! Anyway, it's the freedom I give you!
Among the twenty-two people, two were knocked unconscious by the gun chief in the cell. After looking at each other, they suddenly cheered and kept shouting, "Nick nick nick..." The gun chief laughed happily, like an old fox who had just stolen a hen!
The chief gunner took the lead and led a group of prisoners to rush out of this castle-like prison. There were indeed several vehicles outside, two prisoner escort vans, a medium-sized minibus, and three cars. The prisoners shouted and all got in the cars. The chief gunner called Moker and Jier to get in a car. When they came out, Jier signaled to the chief gunner that he had something to tell him. Moker drove forward to lead the way. They now had to find an extremely remote place and plan carefully, otherwise if they rushed into New York like this, they would definitely be besieged and annihilated.
The gunner sat in the passenger seat of Moker's car and turned to ask Ji'er, "What do you want to tell me?" Ji'er smiled gently and said, "Mr. Nick, I am a multi-faceted spy who serves many countries. Among the intelligence I have, there is information about the members of the Nick Gang and their criminal information."
The gunner looked at Ji'er excitedly and said, "Good fellow, I never knew you were an intelligence dealer. No wonder you are being held in solitary confinement with us. Tell me what Moker does?"
Jier still smiled and said, "Mokel, full name: Mokel Doug Johnlini; male, his father is Irish, his mother is English; born in 1969, joined the US Airborne Division in 1988, was transferred to the Navy SEALs in 1989 for his outstanding performance, participated in the Gulf War in 1990, and made meritorious service five times, went to the Middle East from 1994 to 1997, and was promoted to Navy Sergeant for his outstanding performance, and was complained by the peacekeeping force for shooting civilians in the battle in Yugoslavia in 1998. After returning to the United States, he was persecuted by his colleagues and even killed nine superiors, and then fled to join the Hungry Wolf mercenaries, and was arrested in London in January 2003. This is a general resume, do you want a more detailed one?"
Moker said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be so good! No need to elaborate, do you have any information about Nick?" Ji'er shook his head: "Mr. Nick is Chinese. The only thing I don't have is information about China."
The gunner laughed and said, "Keep talking, Ji'er." Ji'er said, "The parents of the stuttering Rodlo were both butchers. He has seven brothers and sisters, and he is the youngest son. Everyone in his family has strabismus. Rodlo is 29 years old this year. He killed his whole family because he made a $100 bet with someone that he had sex with a sow. But when his family found out, Rodlo killed all his family members in a hurry, and then killed his friends and the people who were present. Three policemen were killed while he was escaping. The unarmed Rod was killed and arrested last September. His nickname is the Crazy Butcher. Kalon Shabaf is a Russian and a former KGB agent. He has learned judo and Muay Thai. He once killed four of the most outstanding American agents with his bare hands. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, he joined the arms trafficking and has a loud reputation in Africa. He was arrested in 1999. The two-meter-tall big man is called Johnson. He raped 47 women, 17 of whom were killed and dismembered. He was originally a dentist. He is calm, vicious and psychopathic. There is also the vicious dog Ka Rollin, a former corporal in the US Navy, a crazy boxer, served for one year and claimed to have beaten all the navy. Later, he was arrested for killing seven soldiers due to an argument; Mondonioni, an escape expert, was hunted for seventeen years. During these seventeen years, he defrauded more than six billion US dollars. His whereabouts have not been found so far. He was later arrested for being drunk; Rorick Shashito, a gun maniac, once created the most terrifying bomb incident. He was a genius gun expert. The former Soviet Union offered him an annual salary of three million US dollars to join. He was retained by the US government. Later, Shashito joined the killer group. The number of people he killed is unknown; Cole Jon, a highway killer, specialized in robbing highway transportation and single drivers. According to statistics, he killed a total of sixty-six people; Robert Barrows, a drug dealer; Ron Ness, a cult organizer, organized sixteen suicide activities and participated in many human sacrifices; Bai En Qiaoluoni, known as the venomous snake, a terrorist wanted worldwide, and a poison expert; Adams Candela, started killing and drinking blood at the age of fourteen. It is still impossible to count. He can do everything, and he is also a computer genius. "
Hearing this, the gun chief counted on his fingers, gasping in his heart. Now they have everything: murderers, spies, secret agents, arms dealers, drug dealers, rapists, cult members, robbers, fraudsters, killers, terrorists, perverts! I think I'm rich now? But looking at the bad deeds of these people, damn, if I bring them back to China, won't there be a big trouble? No, no, I can only pick a few mentally normal ones. Jier continued to say to the gun chief: "Our prison is 90 kilometers away from New York. To the south is a beach resort, to the west is the central United States, to the east is hopeless, and to the north is Canada. I have a suggestion?"
The gun captain nodded and said, "Tell me what you think." Ji'er said, "One hundred and fifty kilometers from here, there is a military base built during World War II. It has been abandoned for many years. We can hide there first, and we also need to clear out the personnel. What do you think?"
The gun chief smiled slightly. This guy is very smart. He understood my thoughts as soon as I said it. For example, cult members and drug dealers are only interested in their own religion, while the latter only care about money and not people. And the guys released from the second floor should be some special criminals. Find some useful ones among them, and forget about those who fuck people's assholes! Thinking of this, the gun chief said to Ji'er: "Your information is the most accurate. We should pick those who are trustworthy and will not endanger personal safety. What's the name of that cult guy?"
Ji'er laughed and said, "Ron Ness." The gunner nodded and said, "Yes, that's the guy. He's useless if he's released. But... it seems a pity to kill him. What do you think, Mokle?"
Moker tilted his head and thought, "I don't have any objection. People here have no feelings towards the United States, and some even hate it. Let them do what they like." Ji'er said, "You can let poison expert Bai En Qiao Luoni distract the police, and then let Ron Nis take action. Well, if possible, let a few more people go out and let them mess around."
The gun captain also felt that what the two said was a coincidence. The three of them made up their minds. With Ji'er's instructions, Moker drove directly to the forked road. Just after 20 minutes, three helicopters and dozens of police cars flew out from the direction of New York. It took less than an hour for the gun captain to break free, rescue people, and break out. I think the New York police are very efficient. But today, the gun captain was lucky. When Wang Daming and the other four were taken away by Kadoff, they took a guard team with them. Otherwise, if they were 20 minutes later, they would probably be surrounded. There is only one way out of the prison, and there are no other forks on the 40-kilometer road. Now the gun captain and others have temporarily escaped the encirclement, but it is very dangerous to send out helicopters, after all, they are driving police cars.
Mokle asked, "How far is it?" Ji'er smiled and said, "Don't worry, you can speed up to 140 mph now, and it will take less than an hour." Mokle said nothing more and drove the car at full speed. After driving for another half an hour, the gun commander suddenly called for a stop. The car had already entered the dirt road, stirring up a cloud of dust. It was summer, and it was about six in the morning. The gun commander got out of the car. In less than five minutes, all the cars arrived. He stood in the middle of the road and shouted, "Assemble!" Everyone was shocked by this voice that was filled with internal strength! They gathered quickly.
The spearman smiled and said, "Very good. Now we have to split into four groups. The twenty-two people at the back, you each choose your own personnel. By the way, has anyone served as a special forces soldier or engaged in assassination?" Two of them stood up, and the spearman smiled and said, "You stand on the other side." After the remaining twenty people were divided, the spearman smiled and said, "Our target is New York. You have now formed a strong square formation. I only have one request, release all your strength, and go find happiness and excitement. If it weren't for me, you might end up on the electric chair or in prison for life. Now I'll give you a chance. One group will go west and enter the most colorful Midwestern city in the United States. Another group will go north and go to Canada to bring back their passports for me to see . In addition, I heard that Canadian girls are very exciting, help me try! The last group will go east, and their target is New York! Now, the three cars are yours, go ahead!" A few people were stunned for a moment, but when they saw the spearman's dead eyes, they immediately picked up their feet and started to act.
After watching the group of people leave, the gun chief laughed, then turned around and shouted: "Bai En Qiao Luo Ni! From now on, I will go to the direction of Washington. As long as there are people living in the direction, you will poison them. Let me see if you are as powerful as the rumors say!" A hairy head with bloodshot eyes roared, and then ran away. The gun chief shouted again: "Ron Ness, how long have you not carried out your own religious activities? Now follow Bai En Qiao Luo Ni, he will create countless opportunities for you to cut off people's heads and use their blood to draw the symbols you like!" Another medium-sized, lazy-looking hairy man turned around and left.
The gun captain shouted again: "Robert Burrows, now let me see what power you have in the United States. We need a lot of things, passports, weapons, intelligence, as well as women and wine! You wait for us in Greenwich Village in ten days." Robert Burrows was a man about thirty years old with a pair of deep eyes. It was impossible to guess his thoughts. After saluting the gun captain slightly, he quietly walked away.
The gunner turned around and asked the two new guys: "What are your names?"
A guy with only a slap of yellow hair on his head, a long face, and a flexible body said, "Call me Newman." The other one had a short flat head, a square face, and even his nose seemed to be neat and tidy. He was strong and powerful: "My name is Hardaway." The gun captain nodded, and then said to the servant, "We have to move forward quickly now. We will communicate slowly after we arrive."
The gun commander seemed a little excited, as if he was leading a death squad to the battlefield. However, he never expected that the good news brought by the three groups of people he had sent out would drive people crazy. Any one of these people would be shot ten times in China, and the best outcome in the United States would be life imprisonment. So they were basically evil and their evil deeds were simply outrageous!
Two hours later, a group of thirteen people finally arrived at the military base that Ji'er mentioned. This was an old-fashioned base located in a barren mountain. There was a large air-raid shelter and two military barracks. Judging from the degree of abandonment, no one had been here for a long time. Weeds grew everywhere and the barracks were covered with dust. After they came in one after another, the gunner stood in front of everyone. Except for Moker, Ji'er, Karon Shabaf, Rodlo, Newman and Hardaway who had already introduced themselves, the gunner could not tell the others apart.
Then he walked over to a man who was 1.8 meters tall, with a slightly yellow and white beard, a slightly bald head, and two eyes like a drunkard who had not gotten enough sleep. "Are you Mondognoni?" The man nodded and said to the gun captain, "It's a pleasure to meet you." The gun captain shook his hand, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not after your money. I have enough money to spend, although not as much as you."
Mondonioni nodded and smiled knowingly. The gunner turned to him and said, "Escape expert... I'll call you Oni. We need your advice now, but first you need to get to know these brothers." He turned to the next man whose eyes were a little dull. His eyeballs didn't move for a long time. There was still some snot in his nostrils, which kept pulling out with his breathing. The gunner saw that his face was a little round and felt a little stupid, so he guessed, "Are you Adams Candela?" The man shook his head and said, "I'm Cole Jon, call me Cole." The gunner shook his head in disbelief. It was really fucking true that you can't judge a person by his appearance. A dignified highway killer turned out to be like this. Is this the murderer who killed sixty-six people?
Another person who was grinning non-stop said to the gunner, "I'm Adams. Hello, Boss Nick. If it weren't for you last night, I would definitely not be happy." The gunner looked at the man who was a little taller than him and a little thin. Is this the blood-sucking devil? The guy who likes to drink human blood since he was fourteen? The gunner asked, "Why are you unhappy?"
Adams smiled and said, "I drank a lot last night, so of course I'm very happy." The gunner thought of the tooth marks on the corpses and felt like vomiting. He said, "I'm happy to serve you!" Suddenly, he had a vicious idea in his mind, so he just let the two-meter-tall rapist sodomize this bastard! He walked up to the two-meter-tall man, who bent down and said with a smile on his face, "Johnson, at your service!" The gunner laughed and said, "My teeth are very healthy!"
Caroline recognized him at first sight. The gun captain thought he looked like Dragon Hawk No. 10. He had muscles like steel all over his body, and his eyes also emitted a fierce light, as if he was always looking for someone to fight. He was also the only black person. The gun captain pointed at him and laughed, "I will knock you down in five seconds! Believe it or not?" Caroline scratched his messy head embarrassedly and said, "Yes, Mr. Nick."
The last one also looked very gentle, which was very similar to Ji'er, but he had some red pimples on his face, his hair and body hair were probably golden, and his nose was red. He looked at the gun leader uncomfortably and said, "I am the useless Shashido." The gun leader looked at him very seriously and said, "Can you hit a bird fifty meters away without aiming?" Shashido shook his head, and then said, "I can calculate the refraction direction and lethality of a ricochet with just one look. For example, for this gun, I only need a screwdriver to increase its range by fifty meters, and I can blow a person up with some bullets!"
The gun captain smiled and asked, "You still haven't asked this question? Well, gentlemen, let me introduce you. This is Ji'er, this is Moker, this is Kalon Shabaf, and our Rodlo. There are thirteen people in total. Next, we must listen to Mr. O'Neill's opinion!"
Mondognoni touched his chin a little embarrassedly and said, "First of all, you have to have a goal. If you want to go to New York, then my method is very simple. Just pretend to be ordinary workers. There will be no problem with this because I will help you modify it. In addition, I can make some things that everyone likes, such as ID cards. But it is very dangerous to go to New York now. Mr. Nick, can you tell us why you want to go to New York? Instead of going to Washington or Vancouver?"
The gunner smiled and said, "It's like this. When I was arrested, I had already passed out. The brothers who were arrested with me were also arrested. I have to go back to save them. If any of you are arrested in the future, I will do the same. I also have some things to deal with. One is the hatred with the Mafia and the Chinese gang, and the other is to find something. Once we find it, it will be very helpful for our future arrangements."
Everyone bowed their heads in thought. Rodlo straightened his chest and began to sing loudly: "Mr. Nick! I always follow you! Without you, I am still struggling in the black prison..." The gun master was really intoxicated. Although Rodlo never looked at him straight in the eye, his singing of praise was more enjoyable than flattery. This was flattery, and it was not hypocritical or pretentious! Everyone expressed their willingness to follow the gun master's leadership in laughter, which made the gun master very happy! I now have my own team. The original Tian Wu and his team were brought from China, so they don't count. Only those who have been developed locally count!
Then everyone started to divide the work: Moker, Newman, Hardaway and Caroline were responsible for vigilance. The four of them were all from the army, so they naturally cooperated well. Mondognoni, Jier, Rodlo, and Caron Shabaf followed the gun captain. The rapist Johnson, the highway killer Cole, the firearms expert Shashido and the vampire Adams formed a group to check the surrounding terrain.
The gun captain led a few people to a relatively clean place to start the discussion. He told the whole story of how he formed Umankeke with Kazav, met Yokni, and then joined forces to deal with the Chinese gang and the White Gloves. He asked Jier: "Do you know Chimerov?"
Kalon Shabaf said, "He and I are old comrades, but we lost contact later." Ji'er said, "This guy is also very good, but he is a puppet of the US government. The White Gloves are basically the spokesperson for the US government. The largest organization in the White Gloves is the labor union. The US government has no way to take action against the Mafia and the Chinese Gang, so it has to support the White Gloves to curb the development of the gangs. What you just said may have some problems! I suspect that Kadov is actually a gang member!"
The gunner was not surprised to hear this. He was considering whether to tell the story of the black box. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Anyway, if I can save people, I can kill you. I am not afraid of you turning against me!" He then explained the story of the black box one by one, and finally omitted the matter of the diamond. He thought that the thing was mine anyway, and if you knew about it, you would have to share it. I am not that stupid!
Mondonioni smiled and said, "I heard that Chimov has a batch of diamonds worth 2 billion US dollars. Haven't you noticed?" The gun captain shook his head and secretly cursed this greedy liar in his heart. I must be on guard against him, otherwise he will sell me out someday, and maybe I will even help him count the money.
Ji'er laughed and said, "With those official American things, I believe things will be much easier. I also have a lot of intelligence that will make the Americans afraid to mess around. Haha, this game is so interesting, Mr. Nick, I must join this action." After saying that, he touched his nose with his hand, and seeing that several people were looking at him, he laughed at himself and said, "I used to wear glasses."
Kalon Shabaf said: "Things in New York are not too difficult. Although they are gangsters, gangs are no longer popular nowadays. Haha, we can find two mercenaries to kill them directly. Also, after the matter is done, we can go to Africa. There, you can have whatever you want!" Shabaf said this very confidently, showing that he has a very high status there!
The spear chief smiled and said, "The key is to save people. Save them first, and then slowly deal with them. I won't be anxious, not at all!"
Rodlo got so excited that he immediately said, "I, I, I..." I didn't know what to say for a long time, so I straightened my chest and tightened my stomach, then held my breath and sang loudly, "I am your servant, no matter who your enemy is, I will help you cut off his head!" The spear chief laughed loudly, very happy. This was the happiest time he had in recent times, and he liked this crazy butcher more and more!
Mondognoni smiled and said, "I will start to help everyone with some makeup now. When we get to a small town, we will buy some makeup and then go to New York so that Rodello can cut off heads comfortably."