Wan Lin heard the shouts coming from the side and turned his head to look. Amid a burst of exclamations, the young man riding the motorcycle suddenly raised his right fist without saying a word. He punched away the middle-aged man who caught him.
Then he quickly jumped out of the car.
The boy jumped off his motorcycle, then opened his arms from left to right, knocking down the two young men standing in front of him with two punches. Then, amidst the screams of the people around him, he pushed away the elderly people in front of him and rushed towards the crowd in front of the shopping mall.
Drill in and move very quickly.
At the moment when the motorcyclist rushed out of the crowd, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the little monk outside the crowd. He raised his right hand to his mouth and threw it violently to the side. The half of the ice cream in his hand flew straight to the side and flew out fiercely.
He hit the motorcyclist who ran away hard.
The ice cream hit the opponent's helmet accurately, and the dark brown chocolate wrapped on the outside of the ice cream and the white ice cream inside flowed down the opponent's helmet.
The little monk threw out the ice cream with his right hand. He flicked it hard with his left hand, broke away from Xiaoya's hold on his right hand, and rushed out, chasing after the motorcyclist in front. His left hand was still holding tightly on the bag of ice cream he just bought.
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At this time, Zhang Wa, who was standing behind the little monk and Xiaoya, had already jumped out. Feng Dao stretched out his left hand and grabbed the little monk who rushed to him. At the same time, his right hand reached to his waist and pulled out a flying knife.
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The movements of several people were extremely fast. Wan Lin, who was standing outside the crowd, saw the motorcyclist rushing out in front of him, and his face suddenly darkened. His eyes were blazing, and at this moment, he could see that the opponent's movements of knocking away several passers-by were extremely fast.
He is sharp and has undergone rigorous fighting training at first glance.
This person suddenly threw away his expensive high-powered motorcycle after hearing people around him yelling "call the police", and then shot away the people around him to escape. There must be something wrong with this person, otherwise he wouldn't be so afraid of seeing him.
police.
Wan Lin noticed the problem and rushed past the person next to him. He was about to follow Zhang Wa who rushed out. At this moment, his eyes suddenly spotted a gray figure on the street opposite, speeding up.
The footsteps walked towards the distance.
A flash of light suddenly flashed in Wan Lin's eyes. He patted his waist with his right hand, and a cold light flashed between his fingers. He stopped, turned around, and strode towards the opposite street with the panicked crowd. His eyes
Staring closely at the gray figure walking away across the street.
At this time, Zhang Wa had already emerged from the crowd. He stood up and jumped over the guardrail of the side garden, and then chased the motorcyclist diagonally through a patch of green grass.
Just when Zhang Wa jumped over the guardrail and chased her into the middle of the grass, the motorcyclist who was running towards the crowd in front of the shopping mall suddenly turned around and saw Zhang Wa who had already caught up behind him.
The boy's face suddenly turned pale. As he ran forward, his right hand suddenly stretched out to his waist. He then pulled out a pistol and raised it backwards, aiming straight at Zhang Wa with the black muzzle.
When Zhang Wa saw the opponent's movements, a cold light flashed in his eyes. His figure, who was running forward, suddenly jumped diagonally to the right. At the same time, his right hand pulled out the pistol from his waist and raised it forward.
At the moment when the motorcyclist turned around and raised his pistol, "whoosh", a sharp sound broke through the air, a cold light whizzed through the air, and a sharp flying knife was inserted with a "snap" sound.
on the motorcyclist’s raised arm.
With a scream, three figures sprang out from the crowd behind them. Fengdao, the little monk and Xiaoya chased after them like a gust of wind.
The motorcyclist let out a scream, and his body also got caught in the inertia of the flying knife in his arm, and suddenly spun sideways for half a turn. The pistol he was holding tightly fell to the ground.
The boy's face turned pale. He staggered and rushed two steps to the side. He suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger with his left hand, and then rushed to a panicked girl. He hugged the girl in front of him, and with his left hand
The sharp dagger then stretched out towards the girl's fair neck, trying to kidnap the girl and continue running away.
At this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the grass on the side, and a bullet whizzed into the kid's forehead. Amidst a girl's scream, Zhang Wa's figure flew out of the grass.
He jumped up, hugged the girl in front of him, and rolled sideways.
Then Feng Dao rushed over and kicked the motorcycle rider to the ground while he was retreating. Then he pointed a pistol around. At this time, Xiaoya and the little monk rushed in from behind.
The little monk rushed to Feng Dao. He glanced blankly at the gangster who had fallen on the ground, then looked at the pistols held tightly by Zhang Wa and Feng Dao, and stammered: "Bullets... aren't all...
Are they all lit?"
During the target practice just now, Feng Dao and Zhang Wa clearly told him that the bullets they carried had been exhausted, but at this time, it was obvious that there were still bullets in the guns of these two senior brothers, which really puzzled him.
At this time, Xiaoya was already squatting next to the gangster. She reached out and touched the gangster's neck artery, then glanced at the bullet hole made by the bullet. She stood up and whispered: "He's dead!" She followed and looked at it.
The little monk scolded in a low voice: "Shut up!"
At this time, a rapid siren sounded, and two police cars roared from the street in front. With a sharp sound of brakes, five or six police officers jumped out of the car and ran towards Zhang Wa and the others.
When several police officers rushed over, they saw Feng Dao and Zhang Wa, who had already stood up from the ground, holding pistols. The policemen were shocked and suddenly pulled out the pistols from the holster on their waists. They stopped and shouted: "Put down the guns."
, squat your head with both hands!"
When Feng Dao and Zhang Wa saw that the police had arrived, they glanced around with their muzzles hanging down, then stuffed the pistols into their waists. Xiaoya also hurriedly walked to the policeman in front. She took out her military ID card and handed it over in a low voice.
Said: "We are performing an emergency mission."
At this time, Feng Dao glanced around, and then whispered to Zhang Wa: "Baby, the leopard head is missing, please contact me quickly." After saying that, he took out his phone and quickly dialed Professor Chang.
When Zhang Wa heard Feng Dao say that the leopard head was missing, his face suddenly became nervous. While he took out the phone and made a call, he pulled the little monk and walked out with his head down, and whispered in his mouth: "Look for the leopard head quickly.
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As soon as the two of them took a step forward, a policeman in front immediately moved his gun and shouted at Zhang and Wa: "Don't move!" Zhang Wa frowned and suddenly appeared beside the policeman.
He pushed back and shouted sharply: "Get out of the way!" Then he pulled the young monk and got into the crowd of onlookers.
At this time, the policeman standing opposite Xiaoya had raised his head and shouted: "Put down your guns, we are our own people." He then looked at Xiaoya and whispered: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you have to come with us.