Here Night Hong immersed in the surprise of breakthrough, the other side is miserable.

The caterpillar car is hit by night Hong, and the whole body floats to the side.

The big man in the crawler was hit hard by the heavy blow of the crawler. His head hit the windshield hard, and his face was covered with blood.

Not only that, the big man suddenly felt his arms weak and weak. He didn't even have the strength to control the car.

Dazed by the collision, the bald man opened the door and stumbled out of the car.

He leaned against the door in pain and looked at Yehong in horror: "I remember, you are Yehong!"

Night Hong eyebrow a pick, this person unexpectedly knows oneself!

"Who are you?"

He approached the bald man step by step, trying to ask something.

"Ha ha..."

the big man had a miserable smile on his face, and blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth.

"The factory first principle... Would rather die... Than leave the enemy any factory secrets!"

After hearing that, night Hong's face changed, and he came to this man.

However, he was slow to react, and the blood on the corner of the big man's mouth had changed from bright red to dark.

With his head tilted, he leaned weakly against the door.

He took poison and killed himself.

"Damn it!"

Night Hong impatiently patted the door, but also shot out a depression.

This resolute style of the strong man, coupled with the word "factory" in his mouth, instantly aroused some unpleasant memories of Yehong.

Dream! Nightmare! Work! Factory!

When Yehong was ready to search the body of the big man, he suddenly moved and hid behind the crawler.

"Pingpangpangpang -"

a dense barrage of bullets hit Yehong's just standing place, like a rainstorm, planting dents on the track car.

"Five... Eight... No, twenty-one!"

After the crawler, Yehong's eyes are closed and all his attention is on his ears.

A burst of dense footstep sound, night Hong is accurate to hear the number of each other.

At the same time, in the eyes of those poisoned in the square, a total of 21 figures jumped out of the cracks under the stage one by one.

These people have different faces, and most of them are not Yan people.

Armed with assault rifles in their hands, they strafed Yehong's hidden crawler, giving him no chance to breathe.

Looking at this group of suddenly full of armed murderers, all the people present crouched together with their heads in fear, shivering and begging for mercy.

They in the body poison, at this moment even does not have the strength to escape.

On the contrary, Mo Tianlin was unafraid. Justice awed at this group of people and said, "who are you?! What have you done to the people of the city hall? "

"Mr. Mo, don't worry."

When the gunshot stopped, a pretty young woman came out of the assailant crowd.

She was wearing a beige suit and a pair of rose red glasses on her white oval face.

"We're just trying to keep them quiet for a while," the woman continued, deadpan

"What do you want to do?"

Mo Tianlin continues to drink, the atmosphere of dignity diffuses to each other.

"Yo ho! You're such an arrogant old man. Do you believe I shot you? "

A blonde murderer is about to point his gun at Mo Tianlin.

"Put it down!"

The woman was severely reprimanded: "chief Mo is a good man who works hard and loves the people. I don't allow you to point a gun at him!"

The murderer rolled his eyes, but did not say anything. He moved the muzzle of the gun, apparently in awe of the young woman.

"Chief Mo, we are only here to take away the nine flavor star spoon. We have no intention of harming anyone." The woman with the red eyes explained calmly.

But behind the crawler, Yehong listened to the familiar woman's voice, but her face trembled. She could not help exclaiming, "Secretary Jiang, is that you?"