"There are too many people." Lin Hongjie said helplessly, covering his arm that was shot. The people who were originally scattered everywhere had been forced to the fourth floor.

Gong Qiming leaned against the wall, his eyes shrank deep. Even if the night vision instrument and mask blocked everyone's expressions, Gong Qiming could still feel their aggrievances. He turned to Zhao Mo and said, "Count the number of people and report the casualties to me."

"Yes." Zhao Mo walked into the crowd dejectedly.

Zhao Mo came to Gong Qiming and said sadly: "Boss, four people were injured and no one died."

They had never been forced to this level on the battlefield. Gong Qiming didn't want to be so calm on the surface at this moment. He was trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

Everyone was hiding cowardly in the small room on the fourth floor. The Falcon people pressed step by step and were about to come. Even after receiving reinforcements, they did not take it lightly, but instead became more cautious.

This made it more difficult to implement the strategy of Gong Qiming and others one by one. Although it caused them a huge casualty rate, it was already difficult to stop them.

It’s better to fight back!

"Carry down the equipment, let's rush down." Gong Qiming's excited and magnetic voice sounded from everyone's earphones, stirring their originally tense nerves.

"Finally, I don't have to stay here timidly, go out and fight with them." When everyone heard Gong Qiming's order, they eagerly tried to fill all the guns with bullets.

"Are you ready?" Gong Qiming asked routinely. In his eyes, this sentence has always been nonsense. Sure enough, everyone replied unanimously: "Are you ready."

"Okay, I'll call three, two, one, let's rush out together."

"Three, two, one, rush." ​​Gong Qiming stopped lowering his voice and rushed out with a roar. Everyone who had been searching carefully in the corridor was stunned when they heard the roar.

It's just a bunch of garbage, relying on the number of people.

"Dadadadadada." The speed of the bullet was much faster than the reactions of these people. When they raised their guns and prepared for shooting, Gong Qiming had already brought people to them.

In the narrow corridor, the falcon people were like lambs to be caught, and they were helplessly shrunk back. The momentum of Gong Qiming and others in rushing to break almost all their courage.

"What are you afraid of? So many of us are afraid that he will not be able to get twenty people. Let me rush forward. Whoever wants to retreat? I will kill him." The depressed momentum was intercepted by a shout from the pig's head.

Zhutou Zhang's several confidants urged everyone to step forward in the crowd, but he retreated faintly: "Yes, there are so many of us, why are you afraid of him?"

There is a saying that many ants bite the elephant to death, and Gong Qiming and others fell into this dilemma at this time.

However, Gong Qiming and others' killing power did not diminish. They rushed all the way and even teared a hole from the heavy siege. Gong Qiming's people went downstairs one after another, leaving behind the corpses of falcons.

"What should I do with the boss? We can't beat them at all. Let them go." Jin Cheng's younger brother ran to him in panic and suggested.

Jin Cheng kicked him fiercely and cursed: "You are stupid. There are always times when their bullets are used up. People are not iron. Now many people are injured and will not be proud of them for long."

"The injured people go to the middle, this is an order." Gong Qixian's angry voice sounded. As the number of wounded people continued to increase, they began to move to the edge intentionally or unintentionally. Gong Qixian never thought that this involved any issue of military dignity. They were a team.

Zhang Yu, who was attacking in front, was still bleeding from his shoulders. When he heard Gong Qiming say this, he still didn't stop. How could a man wince behind him, let alone he was the leader.

Seeing that no one listened to him, Gong Qiming couldn't help but sigh secretly and roared, "Okay, let's rush down together."

Another wave of fiercer breakthroughs aroused. Jin Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling extremely uneasy. The casualty rate was almost beyond his affordable range. He was calculating whether it was worth using so many subordinates' lives to intercept these people.

Seeing that Jin Cheng was trying to retreat, Zhutou Zhang hurried forward and tempted: "Brother, these people are so powerful, they must be the boss's strong opponents. It is definitely a great achievement to block them here."

He had lost so many brothers here, how could he return in vain?

"Why haven't you come yet?" Ye Ningbai paced back and forth anxiously in the dense forest, and the phone had already been called out. Ye Ningbai only felt like a century every minute.

She instinctively attributed this worry to a kind of guilt. This idea was made by her. Now there was something wrong, so she should be responsible. She did not admit the feelings buried in her heart and the special emotions towards Gong Qiming.

But this feeling has already taken root and sprouted, waiting for the day to bloom and bear fruit.

Perhaps all his thoughts were placed on Gong Qiming and others. Ye Ningbai subconsciously threw his fear of darkness aside, and the rustling sound could not shake him at all.

"Director Mu, are you almost here?" Ye Ningbai didn't know how many times he called this number.

Mu Zhengqing's kind and determined voice rang out from the phone: "It's coming soon, Xiaoye, don't worry, clearly believe that Gong Qiming will definitely wait for us."

Ye Ningbai responded cowardly and hung up the phone...

"Jianglu!" Gong Qiming rushed forward and caught Jianglu, who was limping, "Jianglu, don't pretend to be dead for me, I'll call you, answer me, Jianglu."

Blood flowed out of the blood hole on Jiang Lu's neck. At that moment, Gong Qiming felt silence around him. He could not hear the fierce gunfire, and the shouts of his subordinates were only Jiang Lu's breathing. His pupils gradually dilated and became more and more heartless.

Everyone wrapped Gong Qiming and Jiang Lu, no longer moved forward, but instead poured out the remaining bullets frantically.

"Boss, I, I can't do it anymore. You can let go and leave here, everyone, hurry up and go, all of them have rushed to the first floor." Jiang Lu twitched his chest every time he said a word, his mouth was full of blood, and it kept overflowing.

Gong Qiming panickedly pressed Jiang Lu's wound with his hand, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes, and shouted angrily: "Jiang Lu, don't close your eyes. I haven't settled the score with you for what you have done in the past two days."

Jiang Lu barely pulled a smile on his lips and said intermittently: "Boss, maybe you, you can't help me again. Yes, by the way, you are kind to my sister, don't, don't be mad at her all the time. I can see that she, she likes you very much."

Gong Qiming was extremely steady with a gun for many years, but now he was trembling. His plastic-like voice sounded in Jiang Lu's ears: "I know, I know, don't sleep, I'll take you away."

"Boss, I'm leaving. Thank you for your care. I know my family will be taken care of. I'm not worried." Jiang Lu's thin and weak mosquitoes and flies sounded from everyone's headphones.

Zhao Mo wiped the tears that had overflowed from his eyes and shouted, "Jiang Lu, don't think about death. You killed three fewer heads than me. You owe me three hundred push-ups, you have to pay it back."

"Jiang Road!"

"Xiao Wu!"

The scene of Jiang Lu kept popping up in Gong Qiming's mind. He has always been a pistachio in the army, almost contracting the laughter of the entire team. He can't even hold on to the ten cows when he is serious.

Such a good soldier did not die on the battlefield, but was lost to the hands of a group of local gangs of underworld. Gong Qixian's red-blooded eyes stared at Jiang Lu's unwilling eyes.

He is only twenty years old, and a home-loving boy who has never even had a relationship, let him leave like that?

Jiang Lu suddenly started to cough violently, blood blocked his throat and couldn't speak. Gong Qiming didn't dare to let go and hold his hand, and said anxiously: "Stop talking, hold on for a while, the police will come soon and take you to the hospital."

Jiang Lu shook his head, tears from the corners of his eyes rolled into the blood, closed his eyes, his hands slid from Gong Qiming's hands, his pupils scattered, and his body gradually lost its temperature.

"Jianglu!" Gong Qiming shook his body desperately, but he never received any response.

"Aren't you just a person dead? As for what happened, I've killed so many subordinates, but I didn't look like them. I went crazy and actually let them fight all the way to the first floor." Zhutou Zhang spitted, took out his pistol and rushed forward.

He had lost all his patience. Now almost all the other party had their own lottery and the bullets were gone. He had become a fish in the net, making his last dying struggle.

"Did you see who did it?" Gong Qiming reluctantly let go of Jiang Lu, who had lost his life characteristics, and asked in a hoarse voice as if it was from hell.

Zhao Mo fell to Jianglu, trembling hands closed his eyes for him, and looked at Gong Qiming with bloody eyes and said sadly: "It's too dark, I can't see clearly the person who shot the gun. I can only roughly know which direction it is."

The pig's head opened his heart tightened. He saw that someone pointed at him on the other side, and the trend of rushing forward was suppressed by him and shrank behind him.

"Then let them be buried with you." Gong Qixian changed into the last row of magazines, stepped out of the crowd, and rushed towards the direction where the pig's head was. The high-intensity and high-frequency shooting made Gong Qixian's already tired body even more overwhelmed. He left his back to Zhao Mo and the others with confidence.

"Give the boss a cover." Zhao Mo struggled to stand up from Jiang Lu, poured out the remaining bullets frantically, followed Gong Qiming and rushed over.

In an instant, a large number of people fell in a pool of blood, moaning in pain, struggling, and the pig's head was pretending to be dead and fell next to his dead subordinates. Gong Qiming stepped on the corpse, pressing step by step, and suddenly felt something abnormal under his feet.

Without looking, just commenting on the keen senses that have been trained over the years, Gong Qiming knew that the person under his feet was pretending to be dead, and the black muzzle pointed at the pig's head, ending his life with a "bang" and the life of a social scum.

The people on both sides were anxious again. Gong Qiming's men had already thrown the bulletless gun aside, pulled out the knife, and rushed to the middle of the opponent in the flames.

"Run quickly, the police are here." Jin Cheng ran in panic and shouted, under Wang Feng's men outside.
Chapter completed!