Chapter 386

According to the analysis of the current situation, the rat fur coat must have been taken out of Canada. It is estimated that it is easy to have kunba on the way to China. What we need now is to get rid of the pursuit and pursuit of kunba and the Vietnamese Gang, return to China, meet Lao Hei Sanmei and others, enter Kunlun, and grab the rat fur coat before kunba sees Xi rat demon fairy, At least we can't let kunba succeed, because this last rat fur coat looks very valuable to the rat demon. Although we don't know what to do, the rat fairy is determined to get it. Maybe kunba will take this as a condition to let the rat demon deal with us.

But the Vietnamese Gang is crazy now, and the business is no longer done. They sent people to look for us everywhere. Fortunately, we changed our appearance at that time, but the people we met can still recognize their body shape, so try not to go out in the hotel.

It's no use explaining to them that we didn't kill people. After all, even if we didn't kill them, we tied them up. Even if they believe it, they won't let us go. These gangs usually bully others. Now they are bullied by others. How can they resist it?

But that's good. After analysis, I said to my companions: "they are not law-abiding and good people. They all make black money. They force good people to prostitute, turn white powder and lend money at usury. They don't do anything. I'm never soft hearted to kill such people. I'm afraid they won't succeed."

His companions also looked indifferent. Ivan mixed up in the arms group. This kind of gang struggle has been seen too much, and drunkards are also common expressions. As a fighting soy sauce party and a pioneer in the brain, brother donkey doesn't care. Anyway, we have something to bear, so we pack up and prepare to return home under the eyes of the Vietnamese gang.

The four of us dressed up again and left the hotel by taxi. This time, because we took a civil aviation plane, we threw away all our weapons on the road. Even the hunting knife belongs to the controlled knife, so we had to throw it into different dustbins together with the gun.

When we arrived at the airport, we lined up to check our tickets. We were divided into two groups. When we were waiting for the security check, we heard a little noise behind us. When we turned back, we saw a group of Asians crowded in the direction of the door, all wearing sunglasses and windbreaker jackets. After coming in, we didn't see them go through the formalities like other passengers. Instead, we scattered around the crowd and made a few gestures to convey information to each other from time to time.

There are a large number of these people. It should be that the Vietnamese gang in Toronto have poured out. They must have got the information from the hotel waiter or taxi driver. They know that we have come to the airport. From this point of view, it makes sense that the strong dragon does not pressure the local snake.

In the crowd, I saw the long haired boy with gauze wrapped around his face, which should be the trace left by the drunkard in the fierce fight that day.

They are searching on the carpet. If they go on like this, they will be recognized sooner or later. They must take the initiative first, or we will be unarmed. When they find that they are doing it, they will be too passive.

"You stay here. They shouldn't recognize you if you didn't do it that day." I said to brother donkey, lowered my hat and walked to the bathroom.

I'm going to make an anonymous call to the bathroom to tell the police that someone is planning a terrorist attack at the airport. Send a special police team quickly.

But when I left, I felt that someone was looking at me. When I turned around and saw that it was the long haired boy, he seemed to see something, but he couldn't confirm it.

If I panicked and accelerated at this time, it would be tantamount to confirming his judgment, but I did the opposite. I stopped and looked at him with strange eyes. This move and I changed my sportswear, so he didn't recognize it for a moment. There was a brief contact between our eyes. A few seconds later, he looked away and continued to look at the people walking back and forth in the hall.

Seeing him look away, I was relieved, but I raised my voice again, because Ivan and the drunkard thought I was about to be recognized. They were looking here nervously, and their bodies moved a few steps here. Their actions happened to be seen by long hair and recognized immediately.

"Bomb" I yelled before he started, and with one finger of my hand, I focused everyone's attention on the long haired boy.

These people must have been determined to kill us today. Long maozi only thought about it for a few seconds. In full view of the public, he actually took out the pistol, raised his hand to the drunkard and pulled the trigger.

The drunkard was ready when he stared at himself. As soon as long hair moved, the drunkard bent down and rolled to the ground without being hit by a bullet.

As soon as the gunshot rang, the airport was in chaos. Everyone screamed. Some people fell on the spot, others rushed to the place, and several security guards on duty also took out weapons to shoot, but the crowd ran back and forth. These security guards did not dare to shoot across the crowd, but those Vietnamese did not care. They took out long and short guns from their jackets and coats, and even passengers and security guards knocked over several people, After controlling the situation, they surrounded the three of us respectively, but they were blocked by the rushing crowd, so they fired guns at the sky to open the way, which made the situation more chaotic.

"Shit, these people are crazy," I cursed, climbing from under a row of seats to an injured airport security guard.

He was hit in his left chest and lung. I picked up his hand and pressed it on the wound and said, "press it hard, adjust your breathing, hold on. When you can't hold it, think about your wife and children. You can't die for them."

The security guard nodded hard and said thank you.

"You're welcome, I'll use the gun." I took the gun from his hand, touched the spare magazine at my waist, lay on the ground and began to fight back.

But the firepower of a pistol was so weak that I was chased by bullets and ran behind a square column.

The drunkard and Ivan also had no way to think about it. I aimed at a guy who was almost going to hit Ivan and fired two shots at his back. He threw forward and the micro rush in his hand slipped out for a long distance. Ivan picked it up in his hand at the risk of being shot, adjusted it to single shot mode and began to fight back like me.

In adversity, people are always very motivated. Now the enemy is strong and I am weak. I just feel that every cell has entered a combat state. The skills accumulated for so many years have been fully reflected today. They keep moving and shooting. At the urging of the God of death, they are very agile until they are running out of bullets, and they actually fall into the wind.

Glock, which is used by the airport security guards, and the double row 20 rounds magazine, were only four or five rounds left by me. I can't help but have too many enemies. Thanks to the open and easy shooting in the airport hall, we had been surrounded in another place.

At the end of the last few rounds of ammunition, when we were unable to withstand it, an airport dedicated fire engine crashed into the side window of the runway and crashed into a Vietnamese gang. The brakes stopped and the nozzles on the vehicle began to blow up the fire foam. The ejector at the top of the vehicle also fired the fire extinguisher into every corner. After blasting, they are the super fine powder extinguishing agents of the regiment. For a while, the entire hall is a half thickness foam, and the air is entirely the white fog formed by the dry powder.

When the fire engine rushed in, I had seen the donkey sitting in the cab. This guy probably ran out in the crowd and hid somewhere to observe. When we saw that we were about to lose our support, we thought of this method, so that the two groups entered the state of unstable standing at their feet and unable to see clearly at the same time.

It can be said that brother donkey came in time. I wanted to hold him and kiss him, because this situation was obviously beneficial to us. We took advantage of each other's panic and immediately switched our hiding position. I touched the body of a security guard with my memory, touched an ASP swing stick from him, held it in my hand, rolled on the spot and hid behind a large potted plant.

It may be that when opening the devil's post, they made a sound and attracted the other party's attention, but many of them dared not shoot easily. In the white fog formed by dry powder, two figures came slowly.

Although I couldn't see the specific image, I lay on the ground and could see the general posture and position of their guns. I patiently counted their footsteps. When the first person passed in front of me, I shook off the swing stick and rushed out. The black vinyl anti-skid handle holding the swing stick hit his wrist heavily.

ASP swing stick is produced with super tough high-quality space steel and alloy. It is known as the tactical swing stick with "no destruction, zero failure rate". It has amazing strength and can lift a car without damage. It's easy to break the wrist, which is a fragile joint in the human body. I broke him with a crisp sound of "GABA". Before he screamed, I was kicking him to the second Vietnamese to disrupt his shooting action. I immediately rushed to the second guy in front of the short body, held the swing stick, turned a backhand, raised the fist and hit him on the lower Yin. While he was in pain, I bent down and hit the back of his head.

My swing stick was taught by San Mei and took the way of Jeet kune do. In addition, these people were able to fight civilians just now. I didn't have to be merciful, so I used 100% of my strength to hit him on the back of his head. Even if I killed him with my fist, I didn't look at him after a stick.

Because I moved very fast, the second guy cried out in pain. I held the stick and poked the alloy head of the front section of the swing stick at the bottom section of his ribs. Now he shouted even louder. I swept his face with a flat sweep. His scream stopped suddenly. He threw himself on the ground and there was no movement. Whether he died or lived depends on his own luck.

Grabbing their guns, I listened carefully to the movement in the hall. Several screams were probably the masterpiece of the drunkard. I just saw him holding a police tactical folding knife in his hand. The other fight was estimated to be Ivan. I could hear the sound of fist hitting. This is the way Ivan fought.

After weighing, I decided to support Ivan with the slick skill of the drunkard and the gorgeous knife. In this case, Ivan is more than enough to protect himself. Ivan is not necessarily.

At the foot, I relaxed and touched the position of Ivan. He was carrying a Vietnamese rolling on the ground. Two people were covered with white bubbles all over the body. It looked like a human polar bear fighting.

In addition to me, there are others running over. I shoot blindly according to the direction of footsteps. Anyway, drunkards usually walk gently, and they won't make footsteps when they die.

As soon as I shot, others fought back, and the bullets shuttled back and forth in the white fog. No one on both sides could see who was shooting. When I judged the position only by the voice, there was a loud cry in Vietnamese. Although I didn't understand it, it was estimated that it meant to withdraw quickly, because I also heard a sharp siren.

In this case, it will not be ordinary patrolmen, but the Toronto special police force, which is fully armed and has a combat effectiveness even higher than that of the ordinary army. The calculation time is a little faster than I thought. I'm ready to stick to until I have run out of bullets with two guns in my hand