Yang Zhilong followed, and the two hid behind a car.
"What should we do? Ah Hao?" Yang Zhilong said nervously. It had been a long time since he had carried a gun and fought with someone.
At this time, Zhou Hao saw a taxi across the street that not only did not close the door, but also did not take out the car key. It seemed that the driver was in a hurry to escape.
His eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "I will drive on the opposite side in a while. You shoot to cover me. Just attract attention."
They were now less than fifty meters away from the group of gangsters. If they showed up, their whereabouts might be exposed. It was impossible for him to drive calmly. Yang Zhilong nodded to express his understanding.
Sure enough, as soon as Zhou Hao showed up, the rear window of the van opened immediately, and an automatic rifle also stretched out. Bullets shot through the air.
Zhou Hao accelerated instantly and got into the car on the other side of the street. Bullets flew behind him, and a layer of white hair sweat appeared on his body. This was a real gunfight, and it was just a trivial matter to accidentally lose the prize.
Bang bang bang! Here Yang Zhilong finally fired, instantly attracting firepower. The bullets from the automatic rifle directly hit the car he was leaning against beyond recognition.
Yang Zhilong was hiding there, not daring to show his face. Zhou Hao had already started the car, stepped on the accelerator and was in front of Fanjiao and Zhu Huabiao, blocking the incoming bullets.
As if they had grasped a life-saving straw, the two rolled over and hid behind the car. The bronze man they were hiding from was almost beaten to pieces. Zhou Hao also quickly got out of the car and hid behind it.
The bullet hit the car and made a ping-ping-pong-ping sound.
"Ah Hao, you are so loyal, how come it's such a coincidence that you are here?" Zhu Huabiao punched Zhou Hao and said with a smile.
Zhou Hao: "We'll talk about this later. Now we still have to figure out how to deal with these guys."
"Sir, we can use the car cover to evacuate into the store at the back. These gangsters should be dealt with by the PTU or the Flying Tigers," said Fanjiao, who looked very similar to Pheasant.
He didn't know Zhou Hao, and he was talking about Zhu Huabiao. Zhou Hao knew that although Fanjiao looked like a pheasant, his personality was completely different. This guy was a very disciplined policeman, too rigid.
Lack of emotional intelligence.
Zhou Hao, however, didn't want to talk too much nonsense with them, and silently refilled the revolver's bullets. The system mission asked him to kill or capture him personally. If he hadn't done it himself, I don't know if the mission would have failed.
Zhu Huabiao was about to say something when the automatic rifle that was shooting at them jammed. He was probably changing bullets. Zhou Hao grabbed Fanjiao's hand and threw the tear gas. He pulled off the safety ring and stood up and threw it through the window.
Click, click, click, the automatic rifle started roaring again.
"Damn! Tear gas, throw it out quickly, cough cough cough!" came an English voice from the van, with a London accent.
"Asshole! It's stuck...ahem...I can't stand it!"
At this time, the car door opened, and six guys wearing balaclavas and fully armed got out of it.
The gunshots naturally stopped, and at this moment, Zhou Hao appeared.
The point 38 in his hand was like a death horn, spitting out tongues of fire, bang bang bang...
Within two seconds, all six bullets were fired, and each of the three people was shot twice in the head. Weren't they wearing body armor? I was specially shot in the head.
Click, Zhou Hao calmly hid behind the car to reload, and the other three guys who had not yet recovered, reluctantly picked up the rifles in their hands and wanted to shoot.
Bang bang...
Having finished changing his ammunition, Zhou Hao began to harvest lives again. In less than five seconds, all six armed men had rushed to the street. Zhou Hao held the pistol and panted as he looked at his masterpiece. To be honest, he felt uncomfortable.
The world record of .38 is 12 rounds in three seconds. Although he has not yet reached this speed, he will undoubtedly get a nickname that he never wants to have in his life - "Quick Gunner".
Zhou Hao's nerves were tense now, his mental power was highly concentrated, and the veins in the hand holding the gun were already popping out.
Zhu Huabiao and Fan Jiao looked at Zhou Hao differently. Even if these people were hit by tear gas, killing six people in a few seconds was not something ordinary people could do.
Zhu Huabiao looked at Zhou Hao still holding the gun and couldn't help but said: "Hey, Hao, relax, it's safe now."
Only then did Zhou Hao withdraw from the state of high nervous tension. Suddenly, the soles of his feet gave out and he was about to fall to the ground. However, Zhu Huabiao, who had quick eyes and quick hands, held him up and said, "Brother, hold on, someone is taking pictures."
Click, click, the sound of a shutter came from the clothing store nearby.
Fanjiao shouted loudly: "No photos allowed!"
The person taking the photo was a beautiful reporter wearing a windbreaker. She had slightly wavy hair and a ponytail. She had a delicate and beautiful face. The short windbreaker she was wearing could not hide her hot figure.
If Zhou Hao noticed her here, he would definitely recognize her because she has another celebrity face.
"Hey! Fatty, have you recorded all the scenes just now?" the beautiful reporter said in a low voice to a fatty behind her.
The fat man took out a video camera from his pocket and said with a smile: "It's all recorded, Helen, this time we are prosperous, this is more explosive than filming Long Wei jumping off a building, what title should I choose, Yau Jian Wang Gun God? Or
The fastest gunner in the world?"
The beautiful reporter rolled her eyes and said: "Shut up! It's my business to choose the title, you are just a photographer, you know!"
Just then, the siren sounded, and police cars began to arrive one after another. A large group of stormtroopers appeared and immediately blocked the scene. No one, including reporters, could come forward to take pictures.
Huang Weiyao also appeared at the scene with a big belly.
"Haha, Hao, today is really prosperous. Good things come in pairs. The professor was caught by your men on Nathan Road."
Zhou Hao is the inspector, and all the forty-one people in the column, except Senior Inspector Guan Wenzhan, are his subordinates. But what I didn't expect was that He Huiling and her team caught him.
Of course, he couldn't do it alone. Four patrol cars blocked the professor, and these PTUs all used microflush. As long as he wasn't a simple-minded person like Xiaoniao, he wouldn't fight hard.
Just when Sir Huang was about to say something, his phone rang.
He answered the phone and said: "Boss, it's done... Well, kill them all!... What? Why didn't you tell me earlier?... Boss, you have to make the decision.
The ones we killed were foreign mercenaries!"
Zhou Hao couldn't hear what was said on the other side. But he already guessed that the British guys must have discovered that the so-called foreign mercenaries were several active-duty garrisons, and they didn't want to make it public because it would be too embarrassing.
They wanted to wait until these people were captured before coming over. They could have done this at least before 1997, but they didn't expect Zhou Hao, the God of Killing, to kill them all directly. This was something the military couldn't explain.
...
Inside the Governor's House.
Governor Chris Baitong is receiving guests.
In addition to him, there were two other people in the reception room. A tall, muscular Chinese with glasses was the current Police Commissioner Xu Jingtong.
The other one is equally tall, but is a white major general wearing a military uniform. He is the current commander of the Xiangjiang Garrison.
Chris rubbed his head and said: "George, you said six active-duty soldiers are missing and carrying weapons?"
George nodded and said: "Yes, I hope the police will notify us immediately when they find them. They are very dangerous. Only our military can catch them. They will be brought to military court."
Xu Jingtong grinned and smiled disdainfully. The police department had already analyzed the identities of these six people. He also called the military specifically. The person who answered the phone was a major. He said: "Soldiers of the British Empire would not do this.
If you, the police, are unable to catch them, I can apply to the commander for help."
Xu Jingtong held back his anger and was humiliated by a major. Then the police department issued an order: "Suspected foreign mercenaries are very dangerous. If they resist, they will be shot on the spot!"
"Sorry, Commander, the police did not find any active military personnel, but they discovered six suspected foreign mercenaries in the past few days participating in the prisoner robbery on Nathan Road. A dozen of our police officers were injured and an inspector died in the line of duty.
Fortunately, just now six foreign armed men shot and killed innocent people in downtown Shanghai Street and were shot dead by our police officers."
"I think these extremely vicious people cannot be soldiers of the British Empire. What do you think, Commander?"
George's eyes twitched, then returned to normal and smiled: "Of course not. Congratulations, Xu, for once again protecting the safety and stability of Xiangjiang."
Chapter completed!