At ten o'clock in the morning, the main road in Jinling was busy with traffic.
A black Rolls-Royce, escorted by two full-size Range Rovers at the front and rear, slowly moved forward in the traffic.
Wen Lan was sitting in the back seat, wearing a long skirt that slimmed her waist, black hair shawl, her exquisite facial features and makeup complementing each other, and her rather cold eyes made her look unparalleled and unapproachable.
Wen Lan is extremely beautiful.
She was so beautiful that the driver of the Song family couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror, sighing that such a good person would soon marry a loser.
"It's going to be blocked."
The driver looked ahead: "There is a small road ahead, let's go around it."
"Otherwise it will waste time."
He picked up the walkie-talkie: "Turn right at the intersection ahead. You'll be there in half an hour."
The Land Rover in front turned to open the road, and the two vehicles behind followed closely and entered the service road bypass.
Within a few minutes.
"Hey, there are so many cars here?"
The driver couldn't help but curse.
Wen Lan looked out the window. There were many cars blocked here, and there were traffic policemen maintaining order.
"A BMW 3 Series got scratched in front of me."
The voice of the lead car came from the intercom: "I'll go take a look."
The door of the Land Rover in front opened and a man in a suit jumped out.
He walked to the scene of the accident, where a red BMW 3 Series and a black Highlander collided in a kissing manner, and a short-haired woman was arguing with a tattooed burly man.
"I paid the money."
The strong man took out his wallet and threw out a wad of red banknotes: "Move the car, we are in a hurry."
The tattooed man glanced at him: "So rich?"
He stretched out his hand, and a bright dagger shot out.
"puff!"
The strong man's eyes widened, his throat was pierced, and he fell to the ground on his back.
"ah!!!"
The short-haired woman burst into a shrill scream.
"We've fallen into a trap!"
The face of the Land Rover driver in the front row changed: "Close the door! Speed away!"
The bodyguard in the back row had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he held the car door with one hand and was about to close it.
"Crack!"
The door of the black Buick next to it suddenly opened, just in time to jam the closed door.
Several killers wearing work clothes and masks got out of the car door directly, pointed at the Land Rover and quickly pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Several gunshots were fired.
The Land Rover was filled with blood and five bodies collapsed.
"Fuck! Something happened!"
The Rolls-Royce driver's expression changed: "Let's go!"
As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the huge horsepower of the Rolls-Royce slammed directly forward.
"Bang!"
The Land Rover was pushed out less than half a meter and was stopped in the crowded traffic.
In the rearview mirror, a group of people emerged from the cars on both sides of the Land Rover in the back and opened fire on the Land Rover.
"Get out of the car quickly!"
The traffic policeman looked panicked and smashed the window:
"There's a bomb in the car next to you, run!"
bomb?
The driver's face changed drastically: "Miss, get out of the car quickly!"
He pushed open the car door first, and his head just got out.
The black muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.
The "traffic policeman" looked indifferent and directly pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The driver's head was shattered and he died tragically.
Just when the "traffic police" turned to look at the seats in the back, a figure came out, holding a sharp weapon, and stabbed the handle holding the gun hard!
"puff!"
"ah!"
The "traffic policeman"'s arms trembled and he screamed.
The moment the short gun hit the ground, it was caught by a jade hand, the muzzle of the gun rushed up, and the trigger was instantly pulled.
"boom!"
Gunshots rang out.
The killer disguised as a "traffic policeman" stabbed him directly through the chin, and his body fell to the ground on the spot.
Wen Lan's delicate face was splattered with blood.
After she finished doing this, she opened the car door directly, bent down and got out.
Gunshots rang out from behind.
She just raised her head.
"boom!"
The bullet grazed his scalp and flew out, hitting the Rolls-Royce behind him and causing a burst of sparks.
In the peripheral vision, several men in work clothes were striding towards here holding guns.
Wen Lan didn't hesitate, took off her high heels and threw them to the side.
"Bang bang bang!"
Gunfire rang out.
Wen Lan saw the opportunity and quickly rushed into the alley ten meters away.
"Bang bang!"
There were two gunshots, and the bullets hit the ground.
"She can't run away."
The middle-aged man roared and led the people to rush into the alley immediately.
"boom!"
Gunfire rang out.
The middle-aged man's footsteps paused, blood bloomed on his eyebrows, and a dead body fell to the ground on the spot.
The expression of the man next to him changed, and he was holding a gun and was about to aim into the alley.
"Bang bang!"
Two gunshots were fired, and two bodies fell to their death.
It's all a slap in the face.
shoot with great precision!
Wen Lan leaned against the wall and hid beside the trash can, her chest rising and falling violently with her breathing.
She held the gun with both hands, and her calm eyes now revealed a hint of panic.
The Colt M10 revolver has amazing explosive power and is the king of close range killings. It is exclusive to the Hong Kong Island Police Force and is the best-selling top weapon on the black market.
The only drawback is that it has six rounds of ammunition.
After killing the driver and the other three, there were two more rounds.
She stared at the gun wheel in her hand and adjusted her breathing.
The gunfire outside gradually subsided, and the several bodyguards in the Land Rover were no match for these killers.
Soon, curses and orders were heard outside the alley.
The sound of dense footsteps sounded.
Suddenly, a rush of footsteps rushed into the alley.
Wen Lan's eyes darkened, she quickly stood up, raised her hand, took aim, and pulled the trigger.
"Don't shoot!"
The other party was startled and raised his hands.
It's a woman.
A woman with short hair, a female BMW owner who had an accident.
She was obviously very frightened, her hair was messy, and there were injuries on her hands, legs, and face.
Large pieces of fabric were torn off the clothes, and the white areas were stained with a lot of blood.
"I, I, I'm scared."
The short-haired woman's eyes were full of horror: "Don't kill me, please..."
Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief and just lowered the muzzle of the gun.
"brush!"
The short-haired woman suddenly took out a silver short gun and pointed it at her:
"Bye-Bye."
Wen Lan's face was startled.
"boom!"
Gunfire rang out
The bullet grazed Wen Lan's cheek and hit the wall.
"Crack."
The short-haired woman dropped her short gun to the ground, and her palms were covered with silver needles.
Her eyes widened, a stream of blood spurted from her eyebrows, she fell to the ground, and a figure appeared behind her.
A figure wearing a robe, panting, his eyes always fixed on her.
