In the face of hot weapons, not everyone has the courage to continue to rush up with cold weapons. Without firm faith and spirit of sacrifice, the fear of death will be infinitely amplified. More than a dozen gang members in strange clothes were like being pressed the pause button. They didn''t dare to make any significant action for fear of causing misunderstanding and being taken away by a bullet.


    Mad dog Wesson''s footsteps also stopped. He felt his heart beating wildly at a speed and strength he had never seen before. When he faced tens of thousands of enemies alone, he didn''t panic like now!


    Well, he lied. His biggest record is to be beaten one-on-two, but he can exaggerate his ability and results, so some people always believe that he is a fierce general.


    At this time, there was only one thought in Wilson''s mind. Compared with his "mad dog", are the three guys opposite him mad dogs? Although this is not the center of the city, it is also next to the center of the city! The nature of the use of firearms here absolutely exceeds the nature of the use of firearms in the suburbs and the countryside. They won''t shoot, will they? Certainly not. They''re just bluffing, trying to scare themselves!


    While cheering himself up, he tried his best to control his trembling legs, and tightened his sphincter to prevent the surging urine from contaminating his favorite pants.


    a drop.


    Wesson swore that only a drop of liquid squeezed out uncontrollably. At the moment when he was ready to say something to maintain his dignity, his face was hot. The guy in front of him threw his head back and fell on his back. Bang fell to the ground, and the dull sound of falling to the ground penetrated his chest like a hand and pinched his heart.


    The brief confusion of neurons made the sphincter out of control. He not only peed out, but also had a more powerful desire to excrete.


    He reached out and wiped his face. The wet heat had a faint fishy smell, and the bright red color was particularly dazzling under the dim yellow street lamp.


    Pop!


    The two people around Du Lin moved forward alternately, and their raised arms did not move. Every shot took away a gang member who had not responded. When they could see Wesen, Wesen could also see them - the people standing in the middle had fallen.


    The air was as dignified as a concrete block. A door on the street was pushed open slowly. The surprise in wiesen''s heart, which could hardly stand against the wall, completely exploded and filled his whole body.


    It''s saved. There are witnesses. These crazy dogs won''t kill themselves, will they?


    However, the next moment, he stared at the young man coming out of the door and dragged the body in the road. He acted efficiently and quickly. In less than two minutes, there were no more than a dozen companions left. At this time, some girls came out with buckets, dispersed the blood on the ground, rushed into the sewer, and cleaned up on the ground with brushes.


    Wiesen, who could no longer control his body, sat down on the ground. He was so frightened that he didn''t notice that he was sitting on something hot.


    Durin walked up to Wesen. He was a little embarrassed. He didn''t know where the windbreaker had been lost for a long time. He tore the buttons of his shirt roughly, and his shoes were gone. He was barefoot. The only thing that can be guaranteed to be complete is his pants.


    He stood condescending in front of Wesson, rolled his eyes down, and looked at him with the remaining light at the bottom of his horizon.


    "Is there any unresolved hatred between us?" asked Dooling calmly, "so that you need so many people... To chase me?"


    The sound of bang bang bang was particularly clear in the quiet midnight. Wilson''s teeth collided with each other. He quickly shook his head and squeezed out a smile more ugly than crying, "no, no! Listen to me. There is no unresolved hatred between us. I just want... Want..." his eyes turned quickly, like a mental patient in the outbreak of mental illness, "I just admire a big man like you and want to see you!"


    There was a yearning in his cowardly tone, and he felt that his explanation was all right.


    Du Lin tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment. He hung in front of him. His left hand held his right wrist and slowly let go. He raised his right hand, and the young man beside him put the pistol on his hand.


    "What''s your name?" asked Dooling.


    "Wiesen, my name is Mr. wiesen!"


    Some smiles appeared on Dooling''s face. When vicenten felt the smile so warm and dazzling, he would be safe and sound? He should be, otherwise why would he smile at me? Isn''t the smile a symbol of friendship? Vicente also smiled foolishly and changed his flattering smile from sitting down to kneeling to show his weakness and submission.


    Durin smiled and asked, "I remember I didn''t see you nearby when I entered the Grand Theater. Can you tell me how you found me?"


    This is a very important issue. If he can be found at any time and anywhere, it shows two possibilities. The first possibility is that he has become a public figure, so as long as he is exposed to the public view, he will be noticed and concerned. However, his current behavior has not reached this height, so there is no such possibility. The second possibility is that he has No one likes to be watched, so he wants to ask how this guy found himself.


    Dooling''s memory was not bad. At this time, he had completely remembered who this guy was, but he didn''t speak.


    Wesen unreservedly sold the personal information of the car washer to Turin. He himself deeply hated this guy. If it weren''t for the car washer, he wouldn''t suffer tonight. If he can leave alive, no, he will leave alive. He will make that guy look good tomorrow!


    Durin got the answer he wanted and the results of what he wanted to know. He smiled and nodded to Wesen on his knees, "I think I understand. Good night, Mr. Wesen!"


    The inexplicable greeting didn''t make Wesen turn around. He nodded again and again and said good night and blessings in the hope that the damn experience would end earlier.


    In the evening light, one knelt and one stood by the street. The light doesn''t seem to like the two people. It doesn''t leave any light on them. It can only see two dark shadows full of light.


    The man standing raised his arm, holding a gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger in the pleading of the kneeling guy.


    The spring pushes the kinetic energy nozzle of the pistol, and the hot gas compressed to the extreme is sprayed out of the kinetic energy chamber, pushing a sharp hollow bullet to rotate and spray out of the barrel. The special shape of the bullet allows it to rotate at a very fast speed and fly quickly according to a relatively straight track even if it leaves the gun chamber, until the tip of the bullet penetrates a thin layer of skin and fat, as well as a small layer of muscle tissue and bites on the bone.


    People say the skull is hard, but sometimes it doesn''t make sense. The cracks began to spread outward at the point of contact between the bullet and the skull. The kinetic energy of the bullet did not decrease and was still rotating forward. It was only because of the obstruction of bones that the hollow bullet had some variants. The next second, the hard skull could no longer stop the blunt bullet and completely cracked.


    Dooling handed the pistol to the people around him, glanced at Wesen, who fell to the ground with a pool of radioactive blood behind him, shook his head and turned around.


    "Find the car washer. If it''s a provincial or ogding, send them to the river god. If it''s a guarte, let him be judged by the former king!"


    Wesson''s body moved. A young man grabbed his leg and dragged him into the store. Then the skilled girls cleaned the blood on the ground in a very short time, as if nothing had happened.


    On the other side of the city, the car washer came home with a bottle of fruit wine. Sometimes he would have a drink, just one. His income could not support him to drink happily. But today, it''s different. He not only gave the cheap and skilled woman a dollar, but also bought back more than half of the bottle of fruit wine that he hadn''t finished. He didn''t dare to think about it before. It''s too extravagant. He opened the door, took off his clothes in the dim light, threw them on the shabby sofa, and then put the fruit wine on the table.


    Thinking about today''s "income", he hummed a little song that his mother taught him.


    "Are you back? I came back late today. Do you want me to heat the food for you?", his wife came out of the bedroom, making the already small living room look a little popular, but also a little crowded.


    Not knowing whether it was the effect of alcohol, the car washer looked at his wife in pajamas and gradually gasped. He rushed like a wolf looking for prey and pressed his wife on the table.


    For women... Forget it, women are too complex to find their excitement through their pale senses.


    For men, money and power are undoubtedly the best aphrodisiacs. Although only five yuan is enough.


    Early the next morning, before dawn, the car washer who woke up from his sleep looked at his wife and frowned. He rubbed his head and turned over and sat up. He opened the window, put on his clothes and looked back at his wife. He always felt that he should have done something stupid. He patted his forehead with his palm, changed his clothes and was ready to go out to work. Just when he fully opened the door, the car washer who was not fully awake saw only two and a half children, and then he lost consciousness as soon as his head hurt.