, took the coat from the waiter at the door, threw it on his back casually, whistled and walked out of Paramount.

Ren Danhu kept a close eye on him and immediately ordered the people next to him to catch up. Suddenly there were more than a dozen people missing from the ballroom, including several foreign devils with mysterious origins.

Yuan Zhi got into a stretched Cadillac, and drove carelessly along the street to the pier, surrounded by two Fords. The single-sided light-transmitting window blocked his movements. In fact, as soon as the car door was closed, he pulled it cleanly.

Putting off the camouflage, he sat down in the car and took out a complete set of combat equipment and changed the number. Finally, he took out two improved m1911a1s from the box, opened the slide, pulled the bullet and loaded it, quickly pulled the holster to the side of his leg and inserted it.

He picked up the assault rifle with the folding handle, turned on the power of the night vision red dot sight, made sure that the three front and back strapped magazines were full of bullets, and bared his teeth at the other heavily armed companions in the car: "Guys, get ready.

The show is about to begin!”

"Understood!" Several burly men responded in low voices with calm expressions, and the sound of gun bolts being pulled sounded in the car.

The three vehicles drove out of the brightly lit neighborhood at a speed of more than 30 kilometers. When they rushed to the Xiaogang railway intersection, two Toyota trucks rushed out diagonally and blocked the way. Two and three people jumped out of the car.

The Japanese soldier No. 10, who was armed with live ammunition, was led by several plainclothes soldiers, including Fujita. He held a Southern-style pistol in his hand, aimed at the leader Ford with a ferocious expression and shouted: "Stop! Get inspected!"

The Ford car came to a screeching halt, and a big man wearing black armor stuck his head out and shouted: "Asshole! This is a WorldCom Group car, you have no right to inspect it, give way!"

Fujita remained unmoved, suddenly waved his pistol and ordered: "Charge up and catch them!"

The Japanese soldiers holding rifles and pistols crouched and moved forward in small steps, their sharp bayonets reflecting the cold light under the car lights. Without saying a word, the armed man retracted his head and shook his head on the lathe.

Two tongues of flame about one meter long suddenly burst out from behind the grille of the face, and countless bullets were like sickles, suddenly mowing down Japanese soldiers No. 56 who were blocking the front!
Chapter completed!