The number of remaining bullets is calculated. Lao Chi pulled out a magazine from the tactical vest and put it on the desk in front of him. At the same time, the shooting frequency was reduced to try to win the time.

But no matter how delay, the bullet is like this, there is always a time when the shooting is finished.

"It's slow! His bullets are almost finished!" Someone roared his throat outside: "Staring, ready to rush in!"

Lao Chi sneered.

Soon there was only one last bullet left in the gun. The index finger of Lao Chisong's buckle on the trigger, and the firepower appeared short vacuum.

"Rush in! Do the gangsters!" Some gangsters fucking a strong Lingnan accent, footsteps, and the sound of gunfire also rang.

The gangsters actually knew that they rushed in for firepower suppression, but their angle was not very good, and there was no pressure on Laochi.

but……

Lao Chi pulled out a pistol from his waist.

"Hey, Sun smashed, I didn't expect it, your grandfather, I still have a second gun."

Lao Chi laughed and scolded, and stabbed the pistol that had been fiddled with countless times. The bang bang was four bullets. The people rushing at the front gave Lao Chi a gift on the spot.

Try to die.

"Well! Gelans are cunning! Be careful!"

"It's a pistol! What do you do, everyone continues! Fire him!"

Lao Chi sneered, raised his hand again and pulled the trigger. He squatted down and clamped the slightly hot gun tube directly on the leg bent.

Bang Bang!

chug!

Before the pistol bullet was exhausted, the slightly blood was resurrected, and there was a bullet in the gun. Without reassessing it again, Lao Chi raised his hand and hit it.

The dense firepower almost cried the gangsters on the spot, leaving another corpse on the ground.

Lao Chi is very anxious.

There were only three or four rounds left in the bullets in the pistol, and it couldn't support the gap between the next change of the magazine.

In order to free up the space to carry more micro -rushing magazines, he did not prepare for a pistol magazine ...

It is a moment to drag for a moment, I hope to delay to the reinforcements.

But how long can it be dragged? One minute? Two minutes? When can the reinforcement be rushed to? Five or ten minutes?

In the headset, Zhang Zhongshao asked his situation anxiously, and the gangsters outside were also refined. As long as he slowed down, they initiated the charge, but the frequency increased their retreat quickly ...

Lao Chi is fighting and retreating.

In order to ensure safety, he had to give up the position selected before and retreated to the wall. The gangster's bullet could not hit him, but he could not hit the gangsters without approaching the door frame.

Yu Guang glanced at the bullets packed in the two bags of cloth bags through the gap of the drawer.

He is very simple now, throw a few more bags of ammunition, and then find a way to kill two more enemies. At least three cushions must be grabbed.

"Even if you grab the back of three more backs, you still have blood loss in the hands of this group of spicy chicken." The smell of gunpowder permeated the air, and the old pond tongue was against the upper teeth. "Fuck, Lao Tongzi Gong still also

Not broken, it's too shameful to die like this, I'm sorry for the waist that Lao Tzu has worked hard ... "

Thinking about him couldn't help roaring: "Lao Tzu is Peng Yuyan Shanjiang Division Yan!"

Suddenly!

"Ah! Fuck !! Pain and pain!"

The gangsters with a strong Lingnan Yon poured bloody mold, were hit by a shot, and the knee fried instantly, rolling on the ground and mourning.

Lao Chi sneered, and the short pipe shotgun in his hand flew out when he fell. There was no threat anymore. Lao Chi was too lazy to make up the gun.

clatter!

Raising his hand was another shot, and the middle of the middle of the crowd was delusional to help his gangsters.

Sweet help!

Less than two minutes after the fire, Lao Chi has already taken four people's heads and a disabled. This record is very satisfied.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, and compared with a victory, he was full of anger, and he applauded him a few viewers: "It is worthy of me, the old son is awesome!"

There are only sixteen bullets left in the gun ...

Sudden! Sudden!

Thirteen.

sudden!

Twelve, there is another corpse.

When the gourd baby saves Grandpa, the gangsters have learned well, shrinking outside, so that the bad egg is climbing back by himself.

Lao Chi did not make a gun. As a police officer, he couldn't do it.

He could kill the enemy as a shot, but he couldn't continue to fire in the upon the gangster who had lost threatened, unless he had the ability to threaten him again and tried to attack.

Regulations for fucking.

The unlucky egg finally crawled away.

They launched another attack, found a tacit understanding in this attack, broke into the door, and shot a shot towards Laochi.

Lao Chi spent seven bullets to force them to retreat, and fired four shots slowly to fight for the opportunity of breathing.

The last bullet.

Change the magazine!

After he grabbed his pistol again, after he banged three shots, the pistol was dumb, and Lao Chi put away his pistol, squatted down, and quickly changed into a magazine.

The gangsters later knew that they were preparing to rush forward, and they were forced to retreat by a series of quickly shots.

despair……

Suddenly I felt that my neck was a little itchy. Lao Chi was slightly froze, and I touched it with my hands, glanced at Yu Guang, and saw that there was a line of blood in the fingertips.

He was injured? It should be a shot when the gangsters rushed in. The skin was scratched by the air driven by the steel beads. Fortunately, if it was a little more aimed, then he explained here ...

It seems that God stands on them.

After a short time, the gangsters rushed in again.

After fear of existence, Lao Chi twisted the blood on his hand, a sip of saliva, and stood up with his teeth: "Come! Grandpa please eat a gun!

I do n’t know if I have a good one, how about the slightly rushing, is it? Is it still your taste? "If the old pond is mad, it scares the group of people back, and the offensive is a bit out of exhaustion.

But he performed crazy, but his heart was like a mirror. He carefully calculated the remaining bullets in the gun.

Soon, the bullet was gone again ...

Lao Chi quickly replaced the third magazine. The gangsters still did not grab the empty gear, but they already realized that his spare pistol had no bullets.

When changing the fourth magazine, the gangsters rushed to the door again, and saw that he stood up and stepped back.

They have been scared, but they don't know why, they are obviously afraid to die, but they still die.

In the fifth time, Lao Chi stood up as soon as he removed the old magazine. He stared at his eyes and pointed at them with a gun: "Hey, grandpa is here!"

The gangsters were frightened to forget to shoot. They retreated backwards one by one. Lao Chi hurriedly changed the time to change the bomb, but also knew that it would be no longer again and again, and the next time I could not deceive.

The sixth, and the last magazine.

Lao Chi hooked his neck and revealed his head. Sure enough, three people had rushed into the door and rolled into the bunker.

Lao Chi took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

(? `? ′) ∵∴` ∵∴

Suddenly!

Suddenly ...

Nympho

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Laochi Niu Catch ~ (Breakin) ~!

(In addition, it will be too late to update tomorrow ...)
Chapter completed!