V2.Chapter 11 (2/2)

Huang Jun, who was the first to react, pulled out his gun and yelled, ”go!”

Because there is a police car in the middle, for fear of hurting their own people, the special police did not dare to shoot rashly, they could only rush past with long and short guns in their hands, hoping to bypass the police car to find the best shooting angle.

The two police cars also saw the action of the motorcyclist. After a beautiful emergency stop, the car body turned around 180 degrees, and the driver stepped on the gas and drove in the direction of the police station.

”Bang! Bang

Two motorcycles followed, and two burning glass wine bottles turned into burning arcs and smashed on the bodies of two police cars.

The broken wine bottle turned into a fireball and soon enveloped the police car in a sea of fire.

The driver, who had been prepared for a long time, stepped on the brake, opened the door and jumped out without waiting for the car to stop.

The police officers sitting in the car also opened the door one after another and jumped out of the burning police car. Even mourning Kun followed the police officers in panic and escaped from the police car in a panic.

The blazing fire engulfed the police car, and the thick black smoke not only choked people's tears, but also blocked everyone's sight.

The motorcycle behind the two motorcycles, the motor roaring through the thick black smoke, a beautiful tail flick action, stopped at one of the police cars.

Sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle, the man quickly raised his legs and jumped off the motorcycle. After a few steps, he came to the front of mourning Kun.

Choked by the smoke, he couldn't open his eyes and choked like pepper in his throat. He had no resistance, but his desire for survival made him decide to fight to death.

”Ah

The voice is hoarse roaring, mourning Kun reaches out his hands and rushes to the man wearing the helmet in an attempt to make the final struggle.

”Cha”

A white light flashed, and the smell of blood was instantly over the smell of smoke.

”Dong”

Mourning Kun knelt there on both knees. His neck without his head spurted out a half meter high column of blood. Warm blood mixed with smoke and dust spilled on the ground not far away.

The motorcyclist slowly bent down, reached out and picked up the head on the ground, turned around and looked at the direction of Wang Fan.

Wang Fan, who has been observing this side, also saw the motorcyclist's action. From the concave and convex of the tight leather clothes, it is not difficult to see that the motorcyclist who cut off the head of mourning Kun should be a hot woman.

”The trough! Van! Mourning Kun is dead Seeing Liu pangzi, who was beheaded in mourning Kun's death, he could not bear the excitement in his heart. He bit his teeth and said to Wang Fan behind him.

Good death Wang Fan replied with a smile.

The woman with mourning Kun's head lightly sat back on the back seat of the motorcycle and disappeared in the cry of a group of police.

It took only a few minutes for the three motorcycles to appear and leave. The police didn't even have time to see the characteristics of the motorcycles clearly, so they were beheaded face to face.

Huang Jun, who is in a state of rage, greets the police officers to drive after them. Other police officers are busy helping the injured.

When the tail light of the motorcycle disappeared, Wang Fan said to Liu pangzi with a smile: ”let's go! We should go back to sleep, too! ”