The legend of the strongest special forces

Chapter 457 The Battle of the Crusade
"boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and Master Bao's right hand suddenly hurt.

The power of the hollow point bullet instantly broke his right hand holding the gun.

As the stumps splattered and blood sprayed, the gunman hidden behind the crowd rushed out bravely.

"Da da da……"

The submachine gun is a pair of pistols, and its rate of fire is like an instant kill. It is specially aimed at the gunmen who are holding the guns. With the rapid and intensive shooting, more than 20 gunmen were killed in half in an instant.

The rest hid one after another. They only had guns on them, but there were no obstacles to hide around. Amidst the screams, the thugs with knives in the center were completely exposed.

"Kill!"

It's only been training for more than an hour, if I continue to shoot, I'm afraid I will hurt my own people.

At this moment, the prince let out a roar, and rushed towards the crowd of thugs as if kicking his feet.

"They fought hard!"

The people on the outskirts had also reached the limit of their patience at this time, and what broke out was only the bravery that defies life and death.

Waving the wooden sticks and iron bars in their hands, they rushed towards the group of thugs with knives with all their might.

But Tieniu and others among them rushed forward first.

"Grandma, I can finally kill people!"

Ten years of forbearance, once it was rewarded, Tie Niu waved the machete in his hand and looked directly at the neck of a thug.

Blood splattered all over him, but Tie Niu, who was like a blood man, became more and more courageous as he fought. He finally regained the feeling that when the Chinese were overseas, they were fighting for their lives with the local gangsters in order to survive.

Tieniu's side fought bravely, while Pofeng's side didn't neglect him either. With a wave of the iron rod in his hand, he blocked the opponent's slash and kicked him in the heart.

He chased after him with big strides, and before he fell, the iron rod smashed on his head, blood sprayed down, and Wudi also rushed up.

This is how they fought desperately with those local gangsters back then, in order to give the Chinese a place to live.

The reason why the Chinese wandering abroad can survive overseas is that they live by this spirit.

The prince also rushed into the crowd, his eyes were bloodshot, and the machete in his hand was flying up and down.

Ten years of grievances can finally be settled today, and the kung fu that he has not given up in the past ten years is still unstoppable.

The machetes flying up and down formed a network of knives, and he chopped down the two guys who wanted to block the way.

Back then, he led the Chinese to kill the bullies of the local gangsters, but today his knife still only cuts the enemy.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance, ten years of forbearance in exchange for only the opponent's progress.

He who doesn't care about the rivers and lakes finally marched on a smooth road today, and he rushed directly to the middle position with a murderous look on his face.

"Fuck them! Fuck them!"

Master Bao, who was clutching his right hand, turned pale. Under the severe pain, he was even more frightened by the rising public anger around him.

With the support of Zhi Duoxing, he continued to retreat towards the middle, but the crowds coming from all directions rushed over like a tsunami.

The prince's subordinates back then and the man who defected this time rushed to the front, and when one fell down, someone immediately filled their positions.

The common people who followed closely greeted the felled thugs with iron and wooden sticks in their hands. Their eyes were full of hatred, and they were going to fight them desperately this time.

There were swords and swords, screams again and again, blood splattered, stumps and broken arms flew everywhere.

The Paixiu Gang, who were once arrogant, are now surrounded by groups like a catastrophe, and the counterattack under the panic seems so powerless.

"Cat, today I will use your head to comfort the souls of the undead here!"

After chopping down a thug with a knife, the prince wiped the blood off his face, staring fixedly at Lord Bao among the crowd with his bloody eyes.

His cold eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was covered in blood, like a devil from hell.

Just as the prince was rushing towards the inside with a murderous look, suddenly a gunman hiding behind the car poked his head out from the side.

Raising the pistol in his hand, he pointed it at the prince whose back was facing him, only a few meters away, and he did not hesitate to detain the class.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, the bullet pierced through the head, and the brains that exploded were scattered everywhere.

Accompanied by the death of the corpse, a figure stood behind the prince, facing the prince who turned his head, Ling Tian only smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

The gun in Ling Tian's hand was perfectly accurate, and the last gunman was also killed by a shuttle of bullet clips.

With precise shooting, he looked at the fallen Paixiu Gangbang, these guys were going to come to wash the slums today, but he didn't want them to be killed like leeks.

"Brothers!"

The word brother is more important than Mount Tai. With him, the prince no longer has any worries.

After kicking over a thug, he rushed forward again, and after Ling Tian reloaded the magazine, he fired again.

A fierce fight ended in less than 3 minutes, and the gunmen and thugs were all beaten to death by the angry people.

There was blood dripping between the vehicles, and the broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground. Only Lord Bao, who was clutching his right hand, and his master Zhi Duoxing, were still standing there.

Seeing the angry crowd surrounding them, the faces of the two were ashen, and Zhi Duoxing let go of Lord Bao's arm immediately.

"Prince! This matter has nothing to do with me! I also followed orders, and he forced me to do it!"

Zhi Duoxing took a few quick steps, knelt on the ground in front of the prince with a plop, and pointed at Lord Bao behind him while nibbling his head.

Trees fall and monkeys scatter, walls fall and everyone pushes them away. Now that Lord Bao is in danger, he can only pray to the prince to let him live.

"puff!"

However, when the cold machete pierced his chest and showed the sharp edge from behind, he knew it was too late.

The prince didn't even bother to say a word to him, he just kicked him to the ground, instead of looking at the twisted Zhi Duoxing, he walked towards Lord Bao.

"Cat, tell me now, am I capable of avenging them?"

The prince walked towards Lord Bao step by step, the machete in his hand was still extremely sharp.

"Prince, do you think you have won? Let me tell you, the Pixiu Gang will not stop. Sooner or later, this place will be destroyed, and you will all die as well!"

The general situation is over, Lord Bao knew that he would not survive, but suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed, and said loudly.

"No matter what the ending is, you won't see it anymore, go down and accept the punishment of hell!"

The machete in the prince's hand gleamed coldly, and he walked towards Lord Bao step by step, and the people around him also wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing resounded, filled with the bitterness and bitterness of the past ten years. The notorious Pixiu Gang has a lot of blood and debts, and now it is finally time to repay.

Accompanied by the crown prince slashing down with a knife, Master Bao's head rolled out like a ball far, far away.

(End of this chapter)