Supreme Psychology - Chapter 351 Presidency of Justice for God

The gunshots, and two MP5 submachine guns ejected brilliant flames, and the crazy bullets blocked Wang Sen's retreat. Wang Sen had no choice but to hide under the bed, lifted up Simonsi's mattress and rushed towards them. However, the three of them were not moved. They held the gun and beat the mattress upside down to the front, making cotton flying. The spring steel balls inside popped out, making a buzzing sound.

The enemy's firepower was too strong, especially with accurate marksmanship. Wang Sen had already been shot in his arm. He gritted his teeth and rushed to the window, grabbed the rope made of bed sheets and slid down. Garrison hurried to the window, watching him slid to the first floor calmly, standing on the open space below, raising his middle finger upstairs, and smashed the window frame with anger, "Chasing me!"

Although Wang Sen ran very fast, there were too many pedestrians on the road. He dodged left and right, but still hit many people. People who were enjoying the nightlife expressed dissatisfaction with his rampage. Several foreigners even spoke swear words. Wang Sen never used them, and each of them had two big mouths when they went up. When these foreigners saw a stronger master than him, they suffered a loss. They closed their mouths obediently and never dared to be stubborn again.

Wang Sen ran very fast, and a Toyota pickup truck rushed over from behind. Three gunmen stood in the back compartment, putting the submachine gun on the roof cover, and swept Wang Sen, making the ground dust fly. Wang Sen specialized in taking a secluded and narrow path, but the enemy was still chasing him.

Wang Sen crawled into a narrow alley, which was so narrow that it could only allow three people to pass side by side. The pickup truck was obviously unable to get in, but Garrison didn't want to give up. He jumped out of the car, held an xm1014 automatic shotgun in his hand, waved his hands at the three people behind, and the four people alternately covered and touched the dark night ahead.

Occasionally, one or two houses had lights on in the slums, just like the lighthouse of hope that suddenly appeared in the vast sea and mountains. Garrison made a gesture to the people behind. The two gunmen behind walked in front and used the gun to clear the debris beside the road. Garrison held a shotgun and guarded left and right. The last gunman, the one who had just washed his head with boiling water, broke the back with his gun. His whole body was now wet, his face was scalded with boiling water, and his eyes were swollen into a crack, so he could barely see the road conditions.

Wang Sen quickly climbed up a slum more than one person like a clever monkey, lying on the roof of the asbestos tiles, clearly seeing the enemy searching for advancement below. Wang Sen broke off a piece of the asbestos tiles and threw it hard into the distance. The asbestos tiles hit the ground, making a dull sound, almost at the same time, gunfire also sounded.

The precise shooting technique smashed the asbestos tiles to pieces, and then the muzzle pointed in the direction where the asbestos tiles flew out. Without saying a word, it was swept wildly. The bullets were rubbed against Wang Sen's scalp. He tried hard to lower his body to prevent the flying bullet from hitting it. Suddenly, a meowing scream came from his ear. It turned out that a cat who was trying to meet at night passed by here, was hit by the flying stray bullet, and became an innocent dead ghost.

The gunshot stopped, Garrison wiped his cold sweat. It turned out that it was caused by a passing cat. He began to laugh at himself as being too nervous. However, when he fought side by side with Wang Sen in Vladivostok, he had already had a sensory understanding of Wang Sen's strength, so he thought it was necessary to be nervous. Maybe he would have been wiped out by someone after he relaxed a little.

Garrison continued to lead his men forward and searched closely, while paying close attention to all movements. He had also turned on the heartbeat sensor, but this place was a slum and a densely populated area. When he turned on the heartbeat sensor, he would see red red dots on the screen, and there was no sign of it. He turned off the high-tech device in annoyance, turned on the night vision device, and directed his subordinates to search forward little by little. Until now, he didn't want to call for support.

Almost unprepared, Wang Sen jumped off the roof like a night ghost, smashing the broken gunman to the ground. The gunman held up his gun and pulled the trigger randomly. Wang Sen grabbed his wrist and pointed the muzzle at the sky. He stepped on the back of his neck. With force, the crisp sound of bone breaking came from his ears. The whole process was like flowing water, and it was done in one go. When the gunman struggled twice, a blood arrow sprayed out from his mouth.

"Shoot!" The first thing that came to his reaction was Garrison. The shotgun in his hand spewed out a violent flame at the first time. The lead shot hit the iron wall of the shanty town on the roadside, making a crackling sound. Wang Sen rolled on the spot, held the bulge of the shanty town with both hands, cleverly climbed up to the roof, and immediately disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Chasing over!" Garrison roared at his two subordinates. The two gunmen immediately understood, squatted down and crossed their hands, lifted Garrison and threw them hard. Garrison quickly climbed onto the protrusion on the roof, flipped over and jumped onto the roof, and ran towards Wang Sen's disappearance.

"*&*&%&…&" A resident of a shanty town finally couldn't contain his anger. He was already so loud that he couldn't sleep with the sound of footsteps on the roof. He pushed open the door and cursed outside. He waved his cell phone and seemed to want to call the police. The two gunmen looked at each other, raised their hands and shot them, knocking the middle-aged man to the ground. Looking at his father who was lying on the ground and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, the resident's children hugged his body and cried bitterly.

The two gunmen were indifferent to the dead bodies and cries, cursed and continued to search for Wang Sen's whereabouts. In their eyes, these people were just untouchables who even had food problems, and there was no need to share their noble fraternity with them.

Wang Sen jumped over the simple shed, and suddenly he heard the insults and the crying that followed. His heart suddenly tightened. These mercenaries were too inhumane. They didn't know that the man they killed was the only source of income for the poor family? Wang Sen thought of this, and he stopped and turned slowly. At this time, Garrison had caught up with him. The gun of the shotgun hit his forehead and said in stiff Chinese, "Wang, our president wants to invite you to have tea."

"Please give me some tea?" Wang Sen sneered, walking step by step towards Garrison. Garrison subconsciously took a step back and held the gun in his hand tighter. "Wang, don't resist. We have worked together before. I don't want you to die under my gun!"

"Then try it!" Wang Sen said suddenly and grabbed the barrel of the shotgun. Garrison pulled the trigger in desperation. An orange-red flame spurted out from the muzzle. Wang Sen lowered his head, twisted his wrist and pulled the shotgun over from Garrison's hand. The gun body fell from his hand and directly pressed against Garrison's forehead. "I don't want you to die so easily."

"Okay, I admit I lost." Compared to Jonson, Garrison is still a man. If he loses, he will lose. What's so great about surrendering? He took out his handcuffs and handed them to Wang Sen, squatting on the roof with his hands high, waiting to become Wang Sen's captive.

Garrison is not stupid. He knew that Wang Sen had a rampant kindness. He would never kill all the surrenders or the weak. If he fought, he would kill ten of them and pretend to be grandson! How about leaving a single life to survive?

Foreigners and Chinese people think differently.

Wang Sen dug Garrison on the chimney on the roof, jumped down with a gun, and pointed the gun at two gunmen who had just killed people. When the two gunmen saw Wang Sen appear, they couldn't help but be overjoyed and shot Wang Sen with submachine guns. However, Wang Sen was unaware of it and continued to walk forward, came to the two of them, and said in broken English, "Do you want to catch me?"

"Yes!" The two gunmen were surprised by Wang Sen's courage. They nodded repeatedly. Wang Sen pointed to the corpse on the ground and asked, "Is this what you did?"

"Yes, Chinese guy, what do you want to say?" A black gunman with a beard also said "**!" This made Wang Sen very upset. He nodded, "What are you doing, preside over justice for God!"

The shotgun rang out unexpectedly, and a shot hit the black gunman's head. The powerful impact force pushed his heavy body out of three meters. Finally, he plunged into the puddle next to the road. The remaining gunman just raised his gun and pulled the trigger, and stopped his fingers on the trigger, but he didn't pull it down for a long time!

Wang Sen simply pushed the shotgun against his forehead, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, and slapped his arm hard. The No. 8 Deer Hunting Bullet spewed out orange-red flames, swallowing half of the gunman's head into the flames.

Wang Sen squatted down, took out all the money on his body, and handed it to the hand of the little girl who was already scared by the gunshots. The little girl's big black eyes slid down tears. Wang Sen stretched out his back to wipe her dry, and smiled kindly.

"Big brother, who are you?" the little girl asked in English. Wang Sen did not look back and shouted concisely and forcefully, "Lei Feng!"

Garrison saw this scene clearly, and he began to admire Wang Sen a little. This admiration did not come from his martial arts and marksmanship, but his kind heart. Jonson raised his hand hard and wiped his tears. He felt that his hard heart had begun to melt slowly. Perhaps I should quit my job and be a missionary who does good deeds and accumulates virtues, and spread the gospel of God to the world.

"Let's go!" Wang Sen opened Garrison's handcuffs, held them on his left wrist, pulled him off the roof, and walked towards the hotel in the distance. When he entered the hotel, he found that the door was tightly closed, and crackling sounds came from inside.

Wang Sen pushed open the door and the first thing he saw was Manli. She had already been blocked by someone and tied her hands to the steel frame of the iron window. When she saw him coming in, she made a dull sound from her throat. Her eyes were trying hard to look at the corner of the room, signaling him not to come!
Chapter completed!