The blazing flames spread very quickly, igniting the entire warehouse in the blink of an eye, and may even spread to surrounding houses.

The residents who were still asleep were frightened by the flames. They stood in front of the door and shouted loudly: "There is a fire in the warehouse!"

So amid the chaotic cries for help and police whistles, not to mention the police in the police station, even the drunks in the pub rushed over to help.

The culprit Aaron, who was hiding in the corner, sighed: "Don't blame me, I hope no one will die. I can't help myself."

On the other side, Song Hao, who had been fully armed for a long time, saw that there was only one janitor left in the police station, so he simply walked in swaggeringly.

He lowered his cowboy hat with his hand and lit a cigarette, giving him a sense of déjà vu from Scarface.

The person who was still drinking looked at him strolling in, almost like a tourist, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I just had nothing to do, and suddenly I remembered that you just said that we were cowards, and I was almost scared to death by you, so I wanted to come back and say hello to your ancestors."

In the flash of lightning, the police officer who noticed the other party's intention was just about to reach for his gun, when a flying knife pierced the table.

The handle of the knife is still shaking slightly.

The police officer shivered in fear. If the blade of the knife was slightly offset by a few centimeters, his hand might not be able to be saved.

As for Song Hao, he pointed the pistol at his waist at his head and said coldly: "I need to remind you that your colleagues are busy putting out fires now and are not in the mood to think about the nonsense here."

"So if you don't want your head to blow up, I advise you to kick that damn shotgun over to me."

At first, the police officer wanted to call for help, but when he heard the noisy fire fighting outside, he had to give up the idea.

After all, it is impossible for sound to be transmitted.

He first obediently put down the shotgun on the table, and then kicked it to Song Hao, a foreigner who had just been laughed at, who was controlling his life and death not far away.

The world is so ridiculous. One second you were high, and the next meter you were at the bottom.

"Friend, I don't want to hold you responsible for your actions. Besides, I did as you said. Can you get out of this police station now?"

After swallowing, the tough-talking police officer did not forget to threaten: "Believe me, if my colleague comes back half an hour later and finds a bloody corpse lying here, you won't feel good either."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Song Hao, who strolled forward, didn't want to talk to him at all, so he punched him directly in the face, leaving a deep red mark.

At this time, scarlet nosebleeds kept dripping from the broken nose bone, staining the ground red.

"Stop fucking nonsense, take your keys now and open the iron door of the basement for me."

The police officer pretending to be hesitant looked outside the house, hoping that someone would notice something unusual here, but unfortunately the miracle did not happen.

Because the barrel of the gun was pressed against the spine behind him, he did not dare to move rashly, and the two slowly walked to the iron door of the basement.

"You can't escape. Now Strawberry Town and Valentine are trying their best to hunt for her accomplices, and the bounty will attract more people."

"Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will be discovered sooner or later."

Knowing that he was stalling for time, Song Hao was furious and directly shot a bullet through his thigh muscle.

Leaving a bloody hole.

The severe pain caused the police officer in front of him to fall to the ground instantly, and he was still making a sound like slaughtering a pig, which was very unpleasant.

"I think the first thing you should learn is not to threaten someone who can easily kill you."

After saying that, Song Hao bent down to pick up the dropped key from the ground, and then quickly opened the iron door.

At the same time, the woman who had been waiting at the basement door for a long time noticed the light coming through and rushed out without saying a word.

Her sapphire-like eyes looked at her, and then she rushed towards the northwest with understanding, where she had her own silver fangs.

"Although I really don't want to hurt innocent people, judging from your leaky mouth, it's somewhat worrying."

The police officer, who was still holding back the pain, stepped back slightly. Hearing the killing intent, his expression gradually became horrified: "What do you want to do?"

"God, I did everything you said. Please don't shoot. I still have a wife and children at home. You can't kill me."

Song Hao ignored these troubles and said to himself while shaking out the gunpowder from the barrel: "It seems that a blind man can't draw a wanted poster, right?"

As a result, in the reflection of someone's rapidly contracting pupils, black gunpowder was poured in, followed by an indescribable burning pain.

Under the double torture from his thighs and eyes, he couldn't help but cursed angrily: "You damn bastard, I'm going to cut you into pieces."

This was once a very popular method of punishment at sea. It could make the opponent completely blind. Only after the body healed itself more than ten years later could he barely see a little light.

But the ending is almost the same as that of a blind man...

After dealing with the hidden danger, Song Hao took the shotgun and ran out of the police station. Fortunately, no one noticed the situation here. They were all busy putting out the fire.

Some drunk drinkers even poured out the whiskey in their hands in an attempt to extinguish the fire, but the effect was predictable.

"Thank you for saving me."

"Don't talk nonsense now. We haven't escaped safely yet. We must leave this ghost place as soon as possible."

The moment they met, the woman who had been waiting beside Silver Fang thanked him profusely. Song Hao didn't have the time to spend time chatting.

He blew a whistle into the sky, and Aaron, who heard the news, hurriedly rode over from the corner of the house: "Boss, what should we do now?"

"Go away!"

In front of you are dark mountains with no end in sight, and behind you are orange-red firelights that shoot straight into the sky.

When they finally escaped to a quiet hill, making sure that no police were following behind them, Aaron, who was panting, realized that there was one more person.

And why is she still a woman?

He couldn't help but look at Song Hao who was lighting a fire with a confused look on his face: "We risked being shot just to save a female prisoner imprisoned in the police station?"

When a woman hears such words and doesn’t mind, she naturally knows that she has no reason to mind.

She sat quietly on a rock, her eyes fixed on someone.

Song Hao, who was rubbing the sparks with a flint, did not respond directly, but asked Aaron to take out the dry food in the backpack.

After all, just looking at this woman’s bloodless cheeks, she must have not eaten for a long time.

"Since the two men who followed you are dead, don't you think you have no fixed place to live now?"

The woman took the beef from Song Hao and nodded: "I will never thank you for your kindness. From now on, my life is yours."
Chapter completed!