Chapter 125: Tut-tut-tut monthly ticket 6664

Car doors that haven't been specially modified are not bulletproof, so when the firepower is dense, hiding in the car is equivalent to lying in a coffin in advance.

No one knows which car Wei De is sitting in, but whoever dares to raise their head, they will concentrate fire on that car.

From the moment Lans returned to the car and stepped on the accelerator, until now, at most three or four minutes have passed, perhaps five minutes, but it is also possible not.

The smell emitted after gunpowder is ignited makes people obsessed. Some people like this smell, as well as the smell of gasoline and banana water.

There are also people who like the smell of paint. In short, there will always be people who like some different smells.

The clicking sound of the firing pin hitting empty air made Enio throw the submachine gun back to his side, take out his pistol, and fire another burst of bullets at the nearest car.

At this time, the sound of gunfire gradually subsided. The motorcade parked on the road was riddled with holes, and blood flowed out along the gap between the car door and the base.

Slowly, thick, dripping onto the ground.

But certainly, there are still people inside who haven't died, and it is possible there is more than one.

Now searching every car to see if there are any survivors is not a good choice. This is very dangerous. Lans doesn't hope for any accidents, although accidents have already happened.

Because of the dense gunfire, the surroundings appeared exceptionally quiet. He held a pistol and fired several shots at the car's fuel tank. The bullets shot through the fuel tank, and gasoline began to flow out along the bullet holes. Others also realized Lans's purpose and fired at the fuel tank one after another.

"I thought it would explode!", Enio didn't see the fireworks show and felt it was a pity.

The scene already had a very strong smell of gasoline. Lans sat in the car, took out a match, and lit it.

At that moment, the incandescent light it bloomed illuminated his expressionless face. He threw it casually, and the match fell onto a pool of gasoline.

Soon all seven cars were lit. Suddenly someone pushed open the car door and rushed out screaming, but was immediately put down by several shots.

Feeling the roaring flames around, Wei De couldn't hide anymore.

He shouted loudly, "Don't shoot, I don't have a weapon, I am Wei De..."

He pushed open the door, raised his hands high, and climbed out of the car compartment with difficulty.

When leaving the car compartment, he was tripped by something, and his knees knelt on the ground.

The ground full of sand made him feel a piercing pain. Everyone could hear the sound of bones and cement ground hitting hard, making people's teeth sour.

He endured the pain, stood up not so flexibly, and looked around at the same time, somewhat confused, somewhat trance-like.

Others rushed out of the burning car, but they didn't have Wei De's good luck and soon became corpses on the ground under the chaotic gunfire.

Lans got out of the car and looked at him.

This was the first time Lans and Wei De stood face-to-face, but it was also the last time.

"Let me go, name a price," Wei De tried his best not to let his voice tremble. He didn't dare to speak forcefully, because once he used force, he would reveal his cowardice.

On the contrary, the voice was lighter, and the trembling behind his voice couldn't be heard.

Lans shook his head, spat out a puff of smoke, and the fire illuminated both of them. Someone's heart was as hot as fire, but someone was so cold.

"You can't afford the price, Wei De."

Lans glanced at Enio, reached out his hand, and signaled him to give him the gun. Enio did as told, but gave him a submachine gun.

He glared at Enio, and when he turned to look at Wei De again, he couldn't help laughing out loud. He felt a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, I... didn't think about using this."

Wei De was still trying, "Listen, everything ends here. I will give all my wealth over these years..."

Tut-tut-tut-tut!

Lans held the submachine gun and didn't wait for him to finish his words, pulling the trigger to the end directly, and in Wei De's unbelievable gaze, beat him into a sieve.

The firelight only illuminated half of Lans. Half was in the firelight, and half was hidden in the shadows. He stood there with his legs slightly apart, until he couldn't shoot the next bullet!

The wind in the night lifted his windbreaker and also blew off his hat.

After all the bullets in the burst were fired, he returned the submachine gun to Enio, his hand a bit numb.

Wei De hadn't completely died, but his life had already entered the final countdown.

He fell to the ground, his body constantly twitching because of the desire to survive. His body seemed to be making a final effort, wanting to stay, to stay in this world.

But there might be a pound of bullet heads in his body, which wouldn't give him this chance.

He spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes had become dim. He was still looking at Lans, as if questioning him why he didn't wait for him to finish his words.

Lans bent down and picked up the hat from the ground, patted it twice on his clothes, then put it on, with a trace of mocking smile, and lowered his chin at a slightly inclined angle, "I said, you can't afford the price."

After speaking, he returned to the car, the car started again, and soon the motorcade disappeared into the night.

At this time, Officer Lukaer, who had just arrived at Senhu Villa, looked at the empty police car of his subordinates and the empty villa.

He cursed twice, very dirty words, and then stepped on the accelerator and got on the highway.

He thought the people here hadn't left yet, but he didn't expect that not only did the people leave, but his subordinates were also gone!

He swore that no matter what, he would definitely make Wei De pay the price!

The speed was increased to the fastest by him. The faces of the two police officers sitting in the back were slightly pale. At this time, the radio suddenly sent out full-channel dispatch information—

"... Imperial District... road section had a dense shootout event, repeat, this road section had a dense shootout event, suspected of having automatic weapons."

"Please nearby patrol police support the scene as soon as possible, please pay attention to safety..."

Lukaer turned the steering wheel fiercely and drove toward the scene.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the scene. The fire at the scene was still burning. After showing his ID, he entered the scene, looking at the scene that almost had nothing left to burn, very annoyed.

"Where is the fire truck?", he looked around, "This damn thing is almost burned out, where is the fire truck!"

Just as he was speaking, the fire truck in the distance finally arrived in a hurry. The firefighters who were clearly woken up from their dreams looked at the scene that was about to go out naturally, but still dutifully connected the fire hydrant.

Watching them wash the last bit of possible residual evidence everywhere, Officer Lukaer held his head and kicked the ground hard—the kind where the toe of the shoe touches the ground and drags along the ground.

But coincidentally, his heel was scraped off by the rough ground!

"Fuck!", Officer Lukaer's roar made people take the initiative to stay far away from him.

He walked back and forth several steps, suddenly ran to the ground beside the morgue car, pulled open those morgue bags one by one. When he saw Wei De's face, he suddenly turned and ran back.

Got into the car, started it directly, stepped on the accelerator to the end, Lans!

As long as he finds Lans now, he can arrest him directly!

But obviously, he couldn't find Lans.

Lans was in a public phone booth, holding the surgeon's business card, "... I'm very sorry to call you so late, but I really encountered some trouble."

"Yes, I know, but the situation is very special now."

"Listen, our time is not that much. On one side is 20,000 dollars and my friendship, on the other side is my anger. How do you think you should choose?"

"... Okay, of course no problem, I remembered, wait for me..."

After he hung up the phone, he said a location, and the motorcade set sail again immediately.

Someone was hit by a bullet, and not just one. Lans even suspected whether it was possible they hit their own people. This damn darkness, everyone was circling around Wei De's motorcade and firing, no one could guarantee that every shot hit where it should hit.

Enio, this idiot, was hit in the thigh by a bullet. At first, he didn't feel it, until his pants were wet did he realize this point.

Lao En was hit in the arm by a bullet, and others were hit. What made Lans feel surprised was that Hailamu, who had leaned his whole body out of the car window, was completely fine!

Four people were hit, and several others were injured, but it is not known how they were injured, two of whom needed sutures.

Just finished the shootout, now going to a big hospital is looking for trouble. He thought of the doctor who performed surgery on Enio last time.

Lans likes this kind of doctor who has good surgical skills and is willing to take private jobs.

Although the initial communication wasn't very smooth, it was solved now.

There is no one in this world who cannot be persuaded. If you cannot persuade a person, it must be that you have made the wrong conditions.

The doctor has a friend, and that friend has a private clinic with surgical conditions, letting them go over.

Soon the car stopped outside the clinic, and according to the order from heavy to light, surgery was performed.

The surgery lasted until after three o'clock in the middle of the night before it was all finished.

Lans had already gone back once, and there were 20,000 dollars in the paper bag in his hand.

The doctor looked at him helplessly, and then looked at the bag of money, "I won't admit that we have met."

Lans didn't deny it. He said very sincerely, "Thank you very much for your assistance, otherwise I would have lost several family members today."

"In the future in New Jincheng, if you have any trouble, as long as I can solve it, give me a call anytime, anywhere!", he took out a business card and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor didn't want to take it at first. He was threatened in the middle of the night to come over for surgery, and it was obvious that these people had just participated in a shootout. He didn't want to cause trouble.

But Lans's threat was so naked. He was just a doctor, not anyone else, and finally had to compromise.

However, after the surgery was done, he had some other thoughts. Looking at the business card in Lans's hand, he gently pinched it, "I'll try not to use it."

Lans patted his shoulder, "Do you want me to send you back?"

The doctor shook his head, "You'd better take care of yourselves first," he gave some medicine to Lans, and also instructed him on how to take care of these patients.

After they came out of the clinic, Lans made another phone call to Alberto. He needed some help now.

The ticket is not enough, but add it first ===== CHAPTER 126 =====