Chapter 369: 370. Chapter 366: Dead Dog 66616

370. Chapter 366: Dead Dog 66616

A huge ringing sound drowned out the entire world like a tsunami!

He felt himself being pushed to the ground by a huge force. Everything around him was a double image. He held his daughter and subconsciously called her name.

He was afraid of losing her, just like when he lost his own son. He hugged his daughter tightly and shouted her name chaotically, but only felt...

Pfft!

His daughter spat a mouthful of blood onto his face. The double-image world gradually began to return to normal. He began to feel the pain in his hands, and... another grenade exploded beside him.

At this moment, the Professor's mind was blank!

A blankness without sorrow or joy, a blankness of thinking of nothing. He looked at his dying daughter, turned his head, and looked at his wife who had fallen to the ground with her back stained red with blood.

The gunfire and screams around him didn't enter his world at all!

Wolf suddenly appeared in front of him, saying something loudly to him.

And in his world, there was only a humming sound, that ringing sound where he couldn't hear the outside world at all!

Wolf shook the Professor with force, trying to wake him up. He even slapped the Professor twice, "What's wrong with you?"

He felt the Professor's body with his hand. Besides some minor injuries to his arms and legs during the explosion, the Professor's vital parts could be said to be intact!

But for some reason, he lay on the ground as if he were dead.

Seeing that the Professor didn't react for a short time, and thinking that lying on the ground was actually quite safe, Wolf wiped the blood splattered on his face.

He held a gun and began to counterattack toward the direction from which the bullets were coming.

In fact, the place of counterattack was covered by vegetation. He didn't know if there was anyone behind the vegetation at all, but like everyone else, he fired with horror and hatred.

Two explosions killed many people and also dealt a heavy blow to their morale!

Right at this moment, he suddenly turned his head to look behind him. Many vehicles were rushing toward them, rolling up dust. At this moment, Wolf's eyes were shining, but the shining eyes were full of despair.

Hailamu leaned out of the car window. He held a submachine gun with a large drum magazine that the gunsmith had modified for him, "Motherfucker, all of you go to hell!" Then his index finger seemed to be welded to the trigger!

The bullets went "da-da-da," whistling and leaving a "xiu-xiu-xiu" sound in the air.

Almost all the cars had people leaning out to shoot at them!

The storm formed by the bullets attacked their unprepared side from behind this time. In an instant, those who were standing, crouching, and lying down were like wheat cut by a sickle, falling down in rows!

Bullets have no human feelings.

It won't stop hurting someone because of some subjective or objective reasons.

As long as the primer is struck, whoever is blocking its front is its enemy.

Wolf crashed directly into the truck bed. He curled his body to make his "area" as small as possible.

Bullets whistled and kept sweeping everything at the scene. At this time, those people from the Wolf Gang on the mountain looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

The high-level cadre responsible for high-altitude fire support slowly put down the weapon in his hand, and those around him also breathed a sigh of relief.

The forest was dead silent!

Yet there were countless gunshots coming from the foot of the mountain, accompanied by the mountain wind.

The wind blew with a "whoosh" from time to time, sometimes present and sometimes absent, but the gunfire had never stopped.

When the dust rolled up by those speeding vehicles settled again, the vehicles had long since stopped.

Hailamu threw the submachine gun in his hand, which had already been changed once, back into the car and changed to another one.

Everything about a submachine gun with a large drum magazine was good, except that the muzzle was prone to overheating. The gunsmith told him that when the edge of the wooden handguard on the barrel turned charcoal black, it was time to change guns.

He checked the weapon and pulled the bolt.

Today, he didn't have his hair loose, but had tied it into a ponytail pointing toward the sky!

Lao En followed by his side, and Enio got off another car.

Everyone looked a bit travel-worn, and some were spitting out sand with a clear gritty feeling in their mouths.

Lansi pushed the door open and got out of the car. He raised his hand to fan the air in front of him. Although most of the dust had already settled, there was still some.

Dense gunfire suddenly rang out on the distant mountain. Lansi withdrew his gaze from that side and then walked toward the front.

Hailamu walked in front of Lansi. He needed to check those corpses and replenish shots in time.

At this time, Wolf was struggling painfully. He had been hit by several bullets, but it wasn't fatal.

He wanted to struggle up. He was Wolf, the Wolf King of the Wolf Gang!

Even if he died, he wouldn't die like this—silently and miserably in a truck bed.

The door of the truck bed, which was half-covered with bullet holes, was suddenly pulled open. The dazzling sunlight outside made him feel a bit dazed. A shadow held a gun and aimed at him.

He looked at that person, and that person also looked at him. He tried to raise his arm; he had a gun in his hand, but the other party pulled the trigger without hesitation. Bullets swept across his arm, and he screamed in pain!

That wasn't one bullet; this person was a fucking lunatic, using a submachine gun to sweep his arm!

Skin, flesh, and bone soon separated. He had never been in such pain before!

Then someone else stood in the sunlight, not knowing why.

At this moment, Wolf looked at them. They were clearly standing in the sunlight, but the side facing him was black.

So black that people couldn't see their facial features or expressions, only a pair of eyes.

"This person is Wolf," someone said.

Soon he was dragged out of the truck bed by his legs. He fell heavily to the ground and looked dizzily at a young, handsome guy walking from afar.

"Lan... si!" Lansi's name was squeezed out of his teeth. The flames of hatred sprayed out of his eyes, but at this moment, besides glaring at Lansi like this, he had no other way.

"This is the Wolf King, Wolf!" A somewhat familiar voice rang out. Wolf looked toward the place where the sound came from—an acquaintance.

He revealed an expression of disbelief, but also felt it was very reasonable, "Gali'ao."

He said this person's name.

Gali'ao smiled and nodded, "Your Majesty the Wolf King, we meet again."

The expressions of the two were different. When they last met, Gali'ao was accompanying with a smile, bending his waist, and standing at a distance from Wolf.

At that time, Gali'ao was just a small character in Fides, an unranked small character, the kind of small character to whom anyone could throw their keys and ask to park the car.

And now, one was standing and one was lying down; identity and status seemed to have been reversed.

Several young people and Hailamu continued to identify the corpses. In their eyes, Hailamu was an executioner, a murderous demon!

Regardless of whether they were dead or not, he would replenish two shots to the head. The scene kept ringing with a rhythmic "da-da" sound, until someone shouted, "This is the Professor, I recognize him!"

Unexpectedly, the Professor didn't suffer fatal injuries. His leg was broken, his arms might have some fractures or cracks, and his skin and flesh were torn in many places.

But he was lucky. At a place so close to the bomb, his daughter protected him with her own body, letting him avoid the lethality of the explosion.

Looking at the Professor's dazed and silly appearance, Wolf suddenly stopped talking. He closed his eyes, but his violently heaving chest was telling people that he wasn't calm.

"Mr. Lansi, although the Wolf Gang isn't the top gang, in the past, they also had large territories and operated numerous businesses!"

"Many people had designs on them, but they all failed in the end."

"Mr. Wolf's favorite thing to do was to feed his enemies to the wolf pack he raised."

"I didn't expect that with you, the Wolf King would also fail!"

Gali'ao's words were clearly flattering Lansi. Lansi shook his head slightly, "Every enemy who can fight to the end is worthy of awe."

Perhaps the Professor had some obsession with Lansi. He suddenly turned his head to look at Lansi, and his unfocused eyes gradually regained some spirit.

But soon, he turned his head to look at his daughter.

At this time, Hailamu happened to walk there. He kicked that corpse.

She was less than two meters away from the explosion diameter. She bore a "full damage" and was actually dead beyond dead at this time!

But Hailamu still walked over, and amidst the Professor's painful groans, "ka-ka" twice.

Looking at his daughter's deformed face, he suddenly stood up and rushed toward Lansi!

Even if he had no weapon, he wanted to tear a piece of meat off Lansi.

But the next second, he fell heavily to the ground again. His leg was broken; he couldn't run.

Hatred drove him to not feel the pain, but it couldn't change the fact that his leg was broken.

"You are very angry."

Lansi walked in front of him, raised his foot, and kicked his shoulder with force, kicking him over to face up so he could see himself.

"Everyone says you are very smart, Professor. Perhaps in your past experiences, you did do a good job."

"But now, you've messed everything up."

"Some smarts aren't smart, and in your smarts, there are some not-so-smart things."

Lansi suddenly turned his head to look at Gali'ao, which gave Gali'ao a big fright, and he even forgot to breathe.

"Did I say it a bit convolutedly?"

Gali'ao hurriedly squeezed out some smiles, "I can understand; he isn't smart enough!"

Lansi nodded slightly and looked at the Professor again, "Look, everyone knows."

"You have the courage to cross that invisible bottom line, but you don't have the ability to bear the consequences of crossing the line, Professor."

"Everyone died today because of you!"

"You killed them!"

Lansi walked to the Wolf King's side and glanced at him, "Your family, your subordinates, your gang, including your good brother."

He took out his pistol and aimed it at Wolf, who was lying on the ground.

Wolf struggled, the flesh on his face twitching—I don't know if it was because of excitement or fear. His face flushed, and spit flew everywhere, "Shoot, you bastard, shoot, kill..."

With a bang, his body stiffened suddenly and then slowly relaxed.

Blood flowed out quickly from the back of his head. The smile on Gali'ao's face also gradually faded, leaving only heaviness.

An era that once belonged to the Wolf King and the Wolf Gang ended.

Jincheng was like a huge meat grinder, whether it was the Viper Gang, the Wolf Gang, or gangs that failed to fight in other districts.

These gangs that once left historical traces in Fides, including some local gangs in Jincheng, were all constantly disappearing and becoming history.

The game of big shots, the lives of small characters! ===== CHAPTER 370 =====