Chapter 1777

"Gunshots?"

Although more and more far away from the outside, but the dense gunfire or let Zhao Siwen three body shock, together subconsciously looked back.

It's dark. They just can't see anything.

"Lord, it seems that he shot."

A close confidant who had been cut off said: "the beard, they Will it be all right? "

Zhao Siwen calmed down, coughed and said, "they are surrendering, not resisting. How can something happen? The police won't mess with it. "

Although he felt that his analysis was in place and that the police were always the police, and would not act recklessly, let alone ignore people's lives, he was still uneasy.

But Zhao Siwen can't understand the situation at the moment, so he can only comfort himself, and then continue to let his confidants crawl to see if there is an exit at the end.

"Master Zhao, there is an exit ahead."

I don't know how long I've been climbing, but my confidant in front of me turns a corner, suddenly takes down the flashlight in his mouth, looks at the front in surprise and shouts:

"it's the dark outlet of the waste factory."

Zhao Siwen was overjoyed and crawled quickly. Sure enough, he saw a cover in front of him, which was broken and had weeds. It was like the undercurrent of a waste factory.

The pollution discharge of every waste factory is a big problem. According to the requirements of environmental protection, it needs a lot of cost to purify the pollution discharge, so many factories do it secretly.

They dig a tunnel directly under the factory, and then discharge the waste water underground through the tunnel, so as to reduce the cost.

This kind of behavior is the death of one's son and one's grandson, and people and gods are indignant, but Zhao Siwen is very happy at the moment, because it will save himself.

"Bang!"

Zhao Siwen and they went on, quickly opened the ragged cover used to cover up, then pulled off the covered weeds, and the three got out.

A dry river.

A stream of fresh air came in at night, which made Zhao Siwen take a hard breath.

"It's really disappointing for me to come out so long."

But before Zhao Siwen and the others showed their joy, a cold voice came from the side, and then a young man came into view.

A sword in linen.

Zhao Siwen raised the flashlight: "who is it?"

The two men in grey raised their daggers and pointed at the gloomy people in front of them. They thought about using guns, but they were worried that the police would come after them.

"The man who killed you!"

The hemp clothes tone is cold: "the reason why I let you climb here alive is because ye Shao asked me to ask you, do you have anything to save your life?"

"If there is, you can live. If not, you will die tonight."

He ignored the muzzle of his gun: "there is only one chance, think of a good answer to me."

"Well, I'll think about it."

Zhao Siwen burst into a smile, and the next second he drank: "kill!"

Two men in grey immediately rushed up with their swords.

There was no waves on his face, but his body moved in an instant and hit him like a shell.

"Bang!"

In a loud noise, the man in grey, who was knocked into his arms by Ma Yi, fell out like a broken kite.

The gray man's skill is also good, but he still can't bear the attack of hemp clothes.

His body hit on the stone behind him, immediately fractured and bleeding, where is the possibility of survival?

"Go to hell!"

Another man in grey was heartbroken. Seeing his companion die in front of him, he chopped his hemp clothes to the side.

As soon as Ma Yi turned around, he dodged the chopping sabre. Then he appeared behind his opponent strangely. He put his hands on the head of the man in grey and turned hard.

"Click!"

In a crisp sound, the gray man's neck twisted into a twist, the neck bone broke, and then fell to the ground without saying a word.

Life goes out.

"Kill

Seeing the two cronies dead in front of him, Zhao Siwen saw a killing machine in his eyes, and moved his steps to shoot out of the sackcloth.

After a few ups and downs, he arrived in front of Ma Yi. Without saying a word, he made a bold move. Ma Yi's eyes sank, and he didn't talk nonsense. He made a direct move.

The moves are fierce.

"Bang!"

After the fists collided in midair, Zhao Siwen raised his foot and kicked the chest of Ma Yi, but was held by Ma Yi's left hand.

A pull, Zhao Siwen body suddenly unstable, directly to the other side rushed to the past, hemp sneer, body instantly bounce.

Like a shell, he suddenly hit Zhao Sven in the chest.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Zhao Siwen fell out, knocked over a pile of soil behind and fell down, with a touch of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't move!"

When Ma Yi looked at Zhao Siwen coldly, Zhao Siwen flashed his pistol and said to Ma Yi:

"hands up!"

Although the shooting will lead to police pursuit, but Zhao Siwen has no choice at the moment, the other side's skill is too strong, there is not much chance of winning.You can only use guns to win.

But Zhao Siwen didn't wait for the one who came to Ma Yi to raise his hand. As soon as Ma Yi's body flashed, he came to Zhao Siwen's side and grabbed the latter's wrist with one hand.

"Click!"

The sound of broken bones spread cruelly. Zhao Siwen let out a pig like howl, and his whole wrist was crushed by the hemp clothes.

Then he was thrown out by the hemp clothes, hit the stone hard and fell down. The hemp clothes left strength, so Zhao Siwen didn't die, just vomited blood.

This time, Zhao Siwen's head was dizzy and his whole body was in pain. It seemed that he had fallen apart and had no ability to move again.

He wanted to struggle, but he saw the sackcloth come forward.

"Bang!"

Ma Yi stepped on Zhao Siwen's back and let him fall to the ground again.

"Don't kill me!"

Thinking of Zhao Wuji's words, Zhao Siwen coughed and squeezed out a sentence: "I have something to protect my life."

"To kill Ye Tianlong is not the original intention of the thirteen leagues. Jin Xuejun asked us to set up a bureau. He instigated us through his secretary, Ling Xiangsi."

Zhao Si Wen breathed out a long breath: "if you don't believe it, I can confront him face to face..."

Ma Yi took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording: "you say it again."

Zhao Siwen licks his lips, and then tells the story of his meeting with Ling Xiangsi, as well as the hint of her meeting with Jin Xuejun.

He put the blame on Jin Xuejun and Ling Xiangsi. They were all up to the point of life and death. No consequence was more important than survival.

After listening to what Zhao Siwen said, Ma Yi turned off his mobile phone and walked towards the night.

Zhao Siwen was stunned and surprised. He didn't expect that hemp clothes really let him go.

While he was glad to have recovered his life, his eyes fell on the next gun, and then he looked at the cold and proud figure of the linen clothes.

Zhao Siwen saw a fierce light in his eyes. He stretched out his intact left hand, picked up the gun silently, and then slowly raised it to aim at the hemp clothes.

With his finger on the trigger, Zhao Siwen laughed wildly: "go to hell!"

He shot hard, but the gun didn't go off, and the trigger got stuck in half a branch.

"Rush

Zhao Siwen's heart sank. He hurriedly pushed away the branches and tried to shoot again. However, he saw a cold light flash by and blood shot.

A shot in the throat.

Ma Yi took his sword calmly and left with an indifferent face.