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But soon, Aju and Sang Gou were forced back to the corner by a bullet from outside.

"Brother Shi, do you have to worry about it..."

Hearing the Mandarin-speaking sound outside, Aju and Sang Gou looked at each other and wondered if the people outside were from the Daquan Gang.

"I heard that my brother outside, we are Brother Xiong's business..."

"Damn Bear, it hurts so much..." As he spoke, another round of bullets roared in from the broken glass window.

Aju and Sang Gou knew that they could not do anything, so they had to wait while the bullets stopped outside and hid behind the huge desk.

"Crack."

In this way, both sides fired in a random shot without target, but neither hit the other party. However, the bullets flew around the room from time to time, knocking Aju and Sang Gou up so hard that they couldn't raise their heads. However, the two people outside wanted to rush in, but they were also yelling "wow" by their guns.

It seems that as long as there are enough bullets, this situation can continue to be stalemate, but Sang Gou flips through the drawer and only one box of bullets is left. There are many in the warehouse behind the store. Unfortunately, people are now blocked in the office and can't get out.

"What should I do if I do it, Brother Ju." Sangou was a little confused.

Aju scolded viciously, "I'm sorry for you, call me!"

"Call to Brother Xiong?"

"I'm going to hang your mother, it's useless to call Brother Xiong now."

"Then...then..." Sang Gou couldn't figure out. If he didn't call Brother Xiong, who could he call him?

Aju held the pistol and pulled the trigger to the outside of the door, and forced a guy who had just emerged back.

"Brother Cheng, who will I call?"

"I'll call the police if you're sucking your mother."

"Call the police?" Sang Gou was a little confused when he heard it, but when he saw Aju's fierce eyes, he didn't dare to ask anything anymore. He quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket. He just pressed the three numbers "911" and before he could dial, he heard Brother Ju scream.

"How did this excavator enter the store?"

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The outside of the "THEGUNCENTER" gun store is now blocked by a circle of yellow and white cordons. Three or four police cars are parked outside the blockade money, and the red and white police lights on the roof are constantly flashing.

There were seven or eight well-informed reporters who got the news from somewhere. They drove them here as soon as possible before the police had blocked the cordon. However, they were bombarded outside by these policemen who were in a very early morning. Now they could only stay there with long guns and short cannons, waiting for the police to come out of the crime scene.

Langley walked out of the door of the gun shop. Now this door can no longer be considered a door, but has become a door hole, because the door and the door frame have disappeared, and fragments of these door frames cannot be found on the spot.

"What a hell." Langley breathed heavily. It was the first time he had encountered such a case, a robbery case where even the door frames were removed.

"How is it? Is there any hope to find clues?"

Looking at his boss Crake's bitter face, Langley had the urge to laugh, but he held back and shook his head, "Head, it's hard. I saw that the scene was destroyed by them. It's hard to find some valuable clues."

Crake nodded and agreed to Langley's statement that the damage at the scene was very serious, and there was a fierce gunfight in one of the offices, except that the bullets and shells on the walls and floors disappeared.

Turning his head to look at the reporters watching outside the cordon, Crake sighed, "Let's look for it again."

After wandering around the room, Crake saw his police officers searching inch by inch the ground, hoping that there would be a miracle there. He couldn't help but look up. There were originally a few probes on the ceiling, but they were all broken. Like other missing things, these fragments were also unknown where they were going.

Suddenly I heard a police officer over there saying, "Head, we found a warhead here."

Crake and Langley hurried over, and together with the bullet they found at the gate, it was already the third third bullet. Langley took out a plastic bag from his pocket, carefully pinched the bullet, and put it in the bag.

"Take it to me."

Spreading out the plastic bag that Langley handed over, Crake looked inside, "This is different from the two bullets I just picked up."

"Yes, head, the robbers obviously used more than two types of guns and bullets." Langley thought of the two bullets he just found at the door. Although the bullets were squeezed by the resistance of the air after they were shot out of the gun chamber, they were still deformed from the shape and weight of the bullet. One was a pistol bullet and the other was a rifle bullet.

Because the main feature of rifle bullets is pointed, it has better accuracy, and the shell is longer, and its lethality and penetration are better than that of pistols. Pistol bullets are generally semicircular bullets, with flat and pointed heads. At the same time, the pistol bullets are shorter, the bullets are heavier, and the caliber is generally larger than those of rifles, but the range is lower, so it is not very powerful to deal with protective targets.

Judging from the several bullets found at the crime scene, the one found outside the office of the store was exactly round-headed, while the other two were pointed-headed outside the door, which was obviously the difference between pistol bullets and rifle bullets.

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"I waited for a long time, and only waited for these short sentences of news." As soon as Shi Wenbo pressed the remote control, he simply turned off the TV, because the TV news simply mentioned the robbery that happened in the suburbs of Coquitlam last night. He talked about other trivial things for a long time, which made him feel embarrassed that he had done something big but was unknown.

After driving back last night, although he still had a slight pain in his chest when he was hit, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night. His mind was the scene when they started to do it, and he put it over and over again like a movie.

From the time he was pulled into the car by Bai Xiaohei, to the end, watching Huangshi drive an excavator and use a dump to squeeze the two people to death. Later, everything in the store and warehouse was rolled up in vain, and even the deer heads hung on the wall as decorations were not spared.

Huangshi put on his boxing gloves and said, "Let's go out."

"Don't you go and see the things we got last night?"

Huangshi said while opening the door, "It's because you want to see that you are asking you to drive me to a safe place now."

"Isn't this safe?" Shi Wenbo was a little surprised.
Chapter completed!