If you look closely at this gunshot wound, you can see the direction of the bullet firing, but no one cares about it in the panic. Liu Kunlun said that I just glanced at it, and there were at least twenty guns outside, so I really couldn't rush out. Why not change the direction? You, who is surnamed Zhang, lead the way, my palace behind you!

Zhang Yanbin didn't say anything and continued to take the lead. The flesh shield had been broken and could not be used. He held the pistol in both hands and held it in front of his chest. His posture was very vulgar, but this gun-based posture was exactly the same as that of the special forces trained by Israel. Fortunately, they had conducted three days of CQB training, and the experience of splashing out thousands of bullets was quite useful. Liu Kunlun and Zang Hai were also gunmen who had received indirect guidance from famous teachers. They cooperated with Zhang Yanbin quite tacitly. However, Wang Haicong, who has always been above the top, dropped the chain when he really fought for his life.

Liu Kunlun was responsible for the formation and walked at the end. He pointed his gun at Wang Haicong's back several times, but he still failed to pull the trigger.

The police station is so big, they rushed left and right, and had no way to go. They were surrounded by police. I saw that there were not only police officers, but also soldiers in camouflage uniforms covered in headscarves. It was roughly estimated that at least fifty or sixty people were at least fifty or sixty.

The bullets were about to run out, so we had to find the ammunition depot in the police station. The security situation in Zamboyan was not good. There was usually a small arsenal in the police station. Zhang Yanbin opened the three doors one after another without finding anything. Until the fourth door, the four people were stunned after opening it.

The room was full of corpses. The corpses of men with only T-shirts and underwear were peeled. They were not giants or groupers, but they were a little blue and looked dead for only a few hours. Liu Kunlun noticed that the corpses were wearing standard leather shoes on their feet. This discovery verified his speculation that the police outside were all pretending.

When he walked into the police station, he felt something was wrong. It turned out to be shoes. The police in the Philippines were dressed more carefully. No matter how tall, short, fat and thin, their uniforms were cut and fit. They were either leather shoes or leather boots on their feet, and they were polished shiny. But the police in the police station seemed to be unkempt. One of the policemen at the door was even wearing sandals. The two policemen in the detention room were not suitable for the uniforms, which were obviously two sizes larger. Now I finally realized that the clothes on their bodies were peeled off.

The piles of corpses are chilling. After a large number of bandits massacre the police, they can still set up traps to catch people. After so long, the real police are out of the scene. These reality is even more desperate.

"I climbed onto the roof and called for support with a satellite phone," said Liu Kunlun.

But Zhang Yanbin beat him to the bottom with one sentence: "Don't be too busy. Moro attacks Zamboanga, how can the military and police have the ability to take care of us?"

"Who is Moro?" Zang Hai asked.

"MoroIslamicLiberationFront." Wang Haicong said, "Moro* Liberation Front, the largest rebel armed forces in the Philippines, we are in war."

"You betrayed us." Zang Hai suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Zhang Yanbin.

Zhang Yanbin sneered: "Do you still betray me? You offer a high price to buy my life. All Sanbaoyan knows. If you don't tie it, who will you tie it? Don't be afraid. As long as you surrender and make a meat ticket, you won't die."

"Okay, we surrender and exchange money for life, and you will still be the first to die." Zang Hai shouted with a stern look on his face, then looked at Liu Kunlun, hoping that he would make a wise choice.

"After making meat tickets, you can only be slaughtered." Liu Kunlun refused without hesitation. He opened an iron cabinet and found that there were gun racks inside. Five Remingtons were discharged in sequence, with boxes of bullets placed on it.

"Terror! Who is afraid of whom!" At the critical moment, Liu Kunlun acted as the commander. Zang Hai listened to him. Zhang Yanbin was dead and could only have a glimmer of hope when he fought hard. Only Wang Haicong was confused and had no eyes. A stray bullet could end his life. However, being kidnapped by these anti-government armed forces was full of dangers. They couldn't do the money to tear the tickets.

Liu Kunlun filled the shotgun one by one and shouted outside: "Mentosa, Mendoza, negotiation, I want to negotiate!"

Zang Hai nodded: "Depend time, high!"

Wang Haicong understood, moved a chair and put it on the table, stepped on it and knocked on the roof with *, and stretched out the antenna of the satellite phone to send an emergency help code.

The anti-government forces launched another attack, and the two sides exchanged fierce fire. Liu Kunlun and Zang Hai used two Remingtons to fire alternately, and the fans of the shotgun were spread out, and iron rain covered the corridor. The bandits could not attack at all, but fired randomly through the corridor filled with smoke.

A bullet hit Zang Hai's wrist, and the powerful impact force completely tore off his left hand. Zang Hai dropped the gun and grabbed his hand. In the highly nervous battle, the human adrenaline was secreted in large quantities, and there was no pain in a short period of time. Zhang Yanbin tore off his clothes to help Zang Hai wrap his wrist and stop bleeding. Wang Haicong picked up the gun and took over as the bench.

Liu Kunlun's eyes were red, and he stretched out his gun and shot five times. Suddenly, he realized that Mendoza could not understand Chinese, so he asked Wang Haicong to negotiate in English.

"Tell them that no one will get any benefit if they continue to fight like this. If they want to kill us, they can only exchange their lives. If they put us in one hand, they will have money to get the US dollar!"

Wang Haicong nodded vigorously: "I understand!"

This time, the negotiations really started. Mendoza walked in with his hands up to negotiate conditions. Wang Haicong showed his talent and courage during the war. He told Mendoza that we had just opened the police station's arsenal. Now that we have ammunition, we can fight as long as we want, and we can hold on until the government forces arrive.

Mendoza smiled contemptuously: "We have RPG."

"Then why don't you use it?" Wang Haicong responded tit-for-tat, "You are asking for money, not killing us. Let us go. I will give you money, each person will have 100,000 US dollars, and you will have 300,000 US dollars alone."

The fleeting greed in Mendoza's eyes was captured by Wang Haicong. He struck while the iron was hot: "300,000 US dollars is enough for you to go to Manila, or to live a rich life in Malaysia. It is better than fighting all day here. You think about it. By the way, I have called for rescue. Even if the government forces are not there, my mercenaries will arrive as quickly as possible. They arrive an hour earlier, and I will give them an extra 100,000 US dollars each."

"I want to report to the chief." Mendoza smiled sly and did not make the decision on the spot, but everyone could see that he was the decision-maker of this small army.

After Mendoza returned, Wang Haicong breathed a sigh of relief, which was his most risky negotiation.

"I will never come to the Philippines again." Wang Haicong said, "It's not that I am timid. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."

No one laughed at him. Normal people would have long been shit and urine when they encountered such things. For example, Zang Hai, his pants were wet and no one said anything. It was rare for Wang Haicong to be so calm. After all, he was not as accustomed to life and death as Liu Kunlun and Zhang Yanbin.

Mendoza's reply is here, it is okay to release people, but it needs a guarantee, that is, someone must follow them and redeem them with money afterwards, otherwise there will be no talks.

Wang Haicong looked at Zhang Yanbin. It was unrealistic to expect the drug lord to stand up and learn from Lei Feng. Besides, Mendoza also knew the enemy relationship between them. So Zang Hai? It was not possible. Zang Hai was a younger brother-level figure at first glance. His life was not worth much money, so how could he be a heavyweight chip?

I? That's absolutely impossible. The only candidate is Liu Kunlun.

"I'll follow them." Liu Kunlun volunteered. His inner drama was almost the same as Wang Haicong, but his final choice was completely opposite.

"You... take care of yourself." Wang Haicong didn't say much and held Liu Kunlun's hand.

Liu Kunlun pulled out his hand and smiled faintly: "Let's shoot next time, shoot it right."

Wang Haicong's face was blushing and hot.

"If I can't come back, take care of my mother and my sister." Liu Kunlun gave Remington to Zang Hai, "The man shed blood but did not cry."

Zang Hai, who had lost his left hand, was almost broken and could not speak with a sad face.

"And you, save your life and wait for me to pick it up." Liu Kunlun pointed at Zhang Yanbin, who sneered: "The same goes for you."

Liu Kunlun put down his gun and walked out with his hands.

"Brother, promise me to come back soon." Zang Hai shouted in tears from behind.

Liu Kunlun walked out of the police station and looked back at the sky. The war was everywhere. Zamboanga was fighting everywhere. It is still unknown who would win. If Moro wins, everyone will become prisoners and have some chances to survive. If Moro fails to attack the city, he will definitely use RPG to beat the police station under the wall. No matter how much money he has, it will be useless.

A bandit slammed Liu Kunlun in the face with the M16's * and knocked him to the ground. The others went up to search for him without finding any weapons. So they tied up Liu Kunlun and threw it into the pickup truck. The team left.

Wang Haicong and others did not dare to leave the police station. They stood there until two hours later reinforcements arrived. The first one was the bodyguard of the Wang family. They came on a helicopter and braved the fire and directly pulled down the plane. After confirming safety, Wang Haicong came out. The first thing they said was to rescue my brother back as soon as possible.

But the bodyguards refused. They were not mercenaries, and fighting with local armed organizations in foreign countries was not their strength. It was not a matter of money, but a matter of fate.

Wang Haicong was furious, and Zhang Yanbin spoke: "Don't worry, he can't die. This kid is lucky. I haven't killed him several times."

"You!" Wang Haicong snatched the bodyguard's gun, pressed Zhang Yanbin's forehead, gritted his teeth.

"Shoot, have you ever killed someone?" Zhang Yanbin was not afraid, "It's very simple, just slap it. My baby will splash your face. Do you usually eat hot pot and do you have a brain?"

Wang Haicong put down his gun resentfully: "I won't kill you, Kunlun said, save your life for him."

"Then I'll thank you." Zhang Yanbin turned around and left.

Wang Haicong was so anxious that he was disappointed and guilty. This trip to the Philippines was too failed. For the first time, he found out that he had an indecisive side. It would be fine to beat Liu Kunlun to death earlier. In this battle, he knew his other side and the true side of Liu Kunlun.

He, Wang Haicong, a pride of heaven who has received elite education since childhood, has a very weak ability to withstand adversity. On the contrary, Liu Kunlun, whom he has always looked down upon in his heart, is as stable as Mount Tai, and is ready to die. And even though he clearly sees that he wants to kill him, he still sacrifices himself without hesitation to exchange for everyone's safety.
Chapter completed!