Lower city, Port Pomo.

The waves at the port continued to gush out white foam, accompanied by the powerful music on the shore, hitting the walls of thousands of warehouses and hundreds of holes.

‘Da da da da da da da da da’

Gunshots continued to sound in "Counter-war", just like a battlefield, gunpowders shot on the rooftop, shooting dust and flying around.

The man from the Russian gang and the black men who broke the hand, the gangsters in the two groups of transactions were angry and annoyed, and they were so angry that they were furious. The deal was originally a good deal, but they gave bastards from somewhere. They opened their horns and played music to make trouble at night.

"Come out! Come out!"

The black man with the broken hand roared, holding the cheap AK47, erupting a continuous tongue of flames, and hitting the rooftop with holes and dust flying around towards the music location.

"Damn bastard, fry him." A black man with a broken hand swears angrily. He pulled out a grenade from behind his waist, also known as a pineapple, and directly pulled out the fuse, and threw it towards the rooftop where the music was the most exciting.

When the little pineapple-shaped grenade was thrown into the air in the sky, a dark and agile figure jumped out of the rooftop like a cheetah, accompanied by music, crossed the alley and jumped to the rooftop next door.

'boom'

The original rooftop exploded with a large amount of dust. The two gangsters looked slightly and saw the person behind them. They quickly turned the gun head, chased the shadow at the muzzle, and shot one after another.

"Damn, you guys are carrying grenades!"

When the Russian Gang saw the people from the Broken Hands trading with grenades, they couldn't help but roaring with blue veins on their necks. The gunshots and music here were too loud, and he couldn't help but roaring in his throat, so that others could hear him.

"That guy is so fucking arrogant! If you have any weapons, you can use them quickly and blow him up!"

The person who broke the hand and helped him take it without comment.

As a gangster, it is normal to bring some grenades to defend yourself.

"Hold!"

The Russian gang couldn't bear it anymore, "Take the things out and blow him up!"

A Russian man kicked over the greasy oil tank iron bucket next to him, took out an RPG-7 bazooka from it and came out.

The leader of the Broken Hand Gang held the AK and stared at the big eyes. He watched the Russian gang take out the bazooka, and couldn't help but curse at them: "Fuck, take out the bazooka, what do you Russians want to do!"

This bazooka is not a simple guy, the RPG-7 bazooka has a famous and brilliant record.

In 1993, the United States arrested the warlord Aidid in a military operation in the African country of Somalia. Unexpectedly, Somali militants used RPG bazooka to shoot down two Blackhawk helicopters of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment of the US Army.

Later, it was rewritten into a movie based on real events.

It also became famous in the Chechen War. Because in a battle, the Chechen rebels relied on SVD and the bazooka, leaving only 11 of the 1,000 Russian troops back.

Therefore, the leader of the Broken Hand Gang felt his scalp numb, and he did not expect that the Russian Gang had such a killer weapon.

The Russian gang members do not agree. As a gangster, it is normal for them to bring some heavy weapons to the rocket launcher to defend themselves!

Immediately, the Russian man lifted the bazooka up his shoulders, aimed at the window on the lower floor of the rooftop, pressed the firing, and the tail flame erupted towards the building where the music was playing.

The next moment, a dark and agile figure jumped out of the rooftop like a leopard, and quickly leaped over several rooftops in succession. The rocket-boosted grenade directly penetrated into the small building. The rumbling explosion flames rose from the small building, causing the entire building to explode, and the flames rose up. In the dark night, the extremely noticeable flames soared into the sky, and the gravel and dust flew around.

And the music on him never stopped.

Wherever the shadows leapt, the music would be. Gunshots followed.

Two groups of gangsters covered their faces and exploded with gravel and dust, and continued to chase the shadows at their muzzles.

suddenly.

A grenade-like object was thrown out in the rooftop, and directly threw it to the heads of two gangsters.

"Avoid!! Eye protection!"

The experienced gangster roared loudly.

The next moment, the grenade above their heads exploded, and it exploded the entire Pomo Port with a flash.

"It's a flash bomb!"

"My eyes!!"

"Eye!"

"Don't be messy, lie down."

Many people were blinded by the sudden flash, their eyes were covered in white and soreness, and their eyes were sore. Some people subconsciously shot their guns, shot their nearby people and wailed to the ground. There were also experienced people to avoid injuries and lie on the ground as soon as possible to avoid accidental injuries to their own people.

The next moment, the music suddenly turned into an alley, and a smoke bomb as big as a palm was thrown out from the dark alley where music was played and flew into the middle of them.

"Squeeze..."

The smoke bomb erupted strong smoke, and the location of the two groups instantly became a place buried by the smoke, and only the chaotic figures could be seen wailing and rolling.

Alex's figure, wearing a black windbreaker, a hooded hood, a smooth silver mask, and holding two black desert eagles. He was shocked by Zhang Jie's "Reverse War" music and the singing of the system, walked out of the dark alley.

"It's you guy!!!"

Seeing someone coming out, the lying gangsters raised their guns and shot them with their guns angrily. The bullets shot in front of Alex, extending under his feet.

Alex stepped on his feet, and directly pressed his strange feet against the wall. The windbreaker on his hem was raising his back and ran up quickly along the wall. The bullets under his feet were shot on the ground with his foot, shooting on the wall where he ran, shooting dust.

Alex's arms were straight, and the black double gun Desert Eagle in his hand was running on the wall and began to burst out with flames.

'Bang'

'Bang'

'Bang'

'Bang'

Time seemed to slow down the moment Alex stepped on the wall. At least in Alex's eyes, their resistance was as slow as the movements of a three-year-old child.

Alex was not as fast as the bullet speed and could not avoid the bullet, but the moment they aimed at themselves, it was enough to avoid the gun. This made Alex run up to the wall as if he could avoid the bullet.

Accompanied by the double-gun Desert Eagle's pouring flames, each bullet was shot in every round, shooting into the thick fog. The ripples of the thick fog brought by the bullet were like the bullet tracks of the Matrix, pleasing to the eye and extremely cruel. As for following his footsteps to chase the bullet tracks on the wall, it also stopped. Because the person who was shooting was shot to death.

When the Double Gun Desert Eagle shot 14 bullets, Alex ran up to the wall and rolled in the air. The Double Gun turned the gun head on his index finger, turned it around, and inserted it into his waist. His black figure fell from the air, stepped steadily on the ground, the hem of the windbreaker drooped, and the silver and smooth mask pupils looked directly at the smoke.

"Fighting is the starting point of our heroes...I want to control my power...to show off my momentum..."

The music played by the system is still around him.

There are no survivors anymore. There are only two million dollars left in the smoke and a box of white powder.

He stepped out of the dark alley, accompanied by the background music, and walked towards the smoke that had gradually been blown away by the sea breeze.
Chapter completed!