National Forensic Doctor

Old Hu ran wildly with his head down.

He was short in stature, with a dark face and red neck, and scars and scars all over his body.

Lao Hu doesn't care much about his appearance. To him, scars are more like memories. For example, the claw marks on his shoulders were scratched by a leopard. It was a very beautiful leopard with a fluffy tail hanging on the woman's buttocks, looking sexy like a leopard girl.

Lao Huyou remembered that he wanted to catch a green peacock alive, but was escaped by it twice. The third time he squatted down and jumped on it, ignoring the torn cheeks and broken neck, and firmly controlled it in the palm of his hand. The three scars he paid for this were only used as capital to show off.

This time, I don’t know what price I have to pay if I want to break through.

Lao Guo and others have most likely paid the price.

Therefore, it is not unusual to reorganize the team.

Those who make a living by hunting in the mountains have long been indifferent to birth, old age, illness and death.

Lao Hu has also had the experience of reorganizing a team.

The only thing he is worried about now is that he will be shot directly as prey. In addition, he must at least have an arm and an eye left in order to continue hunting.

Legs are not necessary. Asking someone to carry you when the time comes is also a very leisure and retirement way of hunting. He has also reached the age of retirement.

Of course, you still need legs on the way to escape.

Lao Hu changed his position from time to time, and leaned closer to the high wall to the north.

Based on his experience, it would be very difficult for him to hit a moving target running like this in this position. If he had only one chance to shoot, he would never shoot with his prey in such a state.

When he almost reached Ximen's position, Lao Hu looked calmer and took out the NZ75 from his waist.

He knew there must be a police ambush ahead, but he was not afraid at all.

To put it bluntly, ordinary police officers in these cities inject themselves with adrenaline faster than they pee if they have prostatitis.

Just like when he first escaped, when Lao Hu realized something was wrong and broke out of the window, the police around him looked more stunned than a stupid roe deer.

The third floor is indeed quite high, but it is unbelievable to ignore such a large window because of it.

Lao Hu was just taking a gamble. If he jumped, there would be risks. If he didn't jump, he would be pinned down, just like those four stupid birds.

Lao Hu won the bet again.

His running speed was slightly slower, and while running, he had already begun to simulate what was about to happen.

…

At about the same time, Mu Zhiyang was the first to see Lao Hu.

"Here comes a short-legged tiger. It's very fast." Mu Zhiyang pointed in the direction and saw a running figure at the end of the road.

"If there is a safety, open the safety." Wei Zhenguo was still calm and calm, and he also opened the safety on the tail of the gun with his hands.

"My gun has no safety." Mu Zhiyang looked at Lao Hu, who was running towards him like a wild boar, and suddenly felt a little unconfident.

Wen Ming comforted him and said, "It's okay. Even if your mercy gun goes off, it won't be able to penetrate your thigh."

Mu Zhiyang ignored the bickering, drew his gun, and stood up to shoot, saying: "As long as the opponent doesn't have a gun in his hand, we can just hold him down casually..."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Dwarf Tiger running towards him and taking out a pistol from behind.

The pistol was black, big, and thick, and looked more powerful than a small cannon.

Jiang Yuan could pronounce its model number: "NZ75."

"How do you know?" Mu Zhiyang couldn't help but panic when he saw the person getting closer and closer.

Jiang Yuan had little experience in arresting people and did not know how difficult it was now. He said calmly: "The bandit leader used NZ75, 9 mm, 15 rounds of bullets to kill people."

"With four pills for each person, one person will receive one less pill." Mu Zhiyang quickly solved this arithmetic problem.

Wei Zhenguo gritted his back molars, stood in front of Jiang Yuan, leaned against the pillar of the gate, and whispered: "Get closer and then fight. As long as we stop him, reinforcements from behind will definitely come up."

Jiang Yuan asked: "How close?"

"15 meters. Now it's 40 to 50 meters." Wei Zhenguo also explained: "No matter how far it is, these ruthless bandits can beat wild boars."

Mu Zhiyang poked his head and saw that the opponent had slowed down and was obviously preparing to sprint.

The scarred cheek was still getting closer and closer, and Mu Zhiyang felt a little confused. He couldn't help but want to speak: "How far can this animal's 9mm shoot?"

His Type 05 small smasher gun also uses 9mm rounds, but they are shorter than normal.

"We are within range." Jiang Yuan leaned against the pillar of the west gate, and the information about NZ75 he had seen came to mind. The kinetic energy of the muzzle is 450 J. After the bullet flies 50 meters, it still has 410 J of kinetic energy. Compared with Shanshan 05, after the latter flies 50 meters, the remaining kinetic energy may not be able to penetrate the kraft paper.

Mu Zhiyang poked his head in again and whispered, "Maybe..."

"Shut up." Wei Zhenguo pulled Mu Zhiyang back.

At the moment when Mu Zhiyang was grabbed, Lao Hu pulled the trigger.

The fire flashed away, and the edges of the pillar were shattered into pieces, and not surprisingly, it pierced Mu Zhiyang's face.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

On the intercom, there was chaos.

Interpols may look heroic on TV, but in reality they are mostly errand boys with their heads buried in papers. They travel a lot and do complicated things, but they don't have passionate combat experience.

Until now.

boom.

Bang bang.

Lao Hu's shooting was accurate and fierce. Four bullets pinned the four criminal policemen behind the pillar.

Among his four bullets, three hit the vertical edge of the pillar, and one grazed the pillar and lodged on the ground, making it even more dangerous.

Four people, including Jiang Yuan, did not dare to poke their heads out.

Lao Hu has proven with his strength that he can kill anyone who pokes his head in the face.

Mu Zhiyang, whose face was covered with blood, was used as evidence and was pressed tightly against the pillar by Wei Zhenguo.

Wei Zhenguo has been a policeman all his life. This is the first time he held a pistol and was beaten so hard that he couldn't hold his head up.

"A shot was fired at the west gate, and Mu Zhiyang was injured." Wei Zhenguo calmed down at this time, holding the walkie-talkie and said.

"We'll be there soon." Huang Qiangmin's voice was extremely depressed, and he had no cards in his hand.

Wei Zhenguo said "yes", turned around and bent his knees, stretched out his hand, and fired four shots in the direction of Lao Hu.

The power of the small smashing cannon was low, but the rate of fire was fast. When Wei Zhenguo stood up again, Lao Hu fired back twice, and he was obviously still affected.

"25 meters away. Another 10 meters." Wei Zhenguo told everyone the distance he just saw, and then directly changed the spare magazine.

Mu Zhiyang broke free from behind Wei Zhenguo, calmed down a little, held the gun and said, "Together."

Wei Zhenguo said "En" and said, "I'll count one, two, three, and we'll run out and shoot together."

Old Hu is still approaching.

Wei Zhenguo and others actually had no choice.

Continue to hide behind the pillar and wait for people to come over. With one tactical move, you can overwhelm the few people here. Even if they can't all be killed, it's not a happy ending.

If everyone ran out together, the most likely consequence would be that one or two people would be killed at close range by Lao Hu.

However, Lao Hu must also be kept.

The brave man may have a better choice at this time, but Wei Zhenguo is not a tactician, and his mind is still a little buzzing.

His remaining IQ only had time to make the final count.

"one two three……"

Jiang Yuan lowered his head and had no time to think about anything else. He just listened to the order and followed Wei Zhenguo out.

Lao Hu has reached 10 meters in front.

Being accustomed to hunting, he was not surprised that the prey was trapped and still fighting, so he raised his hand and squeezed the trigger.

boom.

Lao Hu's first bullet came out.

boom.

On the rooftop in the distance, the sniper also pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang.

Jiang Yuan, Wei Zhenguo and others fired at the same time.

The bullet... passed through his chest, causing Lao Hu's body to lose its center of gravity and fall to the ground involuntarily.

At the same time, Mu Zhiyang, who jumped out of the pillar, shouted "Ah" again.

"Hold the dog." When Wen Ming saw this, without thinking, he threw the empty gun into Lao Hu's face and pounced on him.