bookcurios Chapter 317 Dilemma
Chapter 317 Dilemma
Chapter 317 A Dilemma
Li Jian stroked his chin: "After this case is over, I'll see if there's a chance to transfer him to my team."
Li Jian admires Zhu Huabiao, a fearless and daring individual.
He has enough brainpower on his own.
Almost all those in positions of power prefer ruthless and straightforward individuals.
This kind of person has no ulterior motives; once they've pledged their loyalty to you, you can rest easy.
"Until then, let me protect you."
Li Jian replaced the magazine on the light machine gun.
This RH light machine gun has a magazine capacity of 50 rounds and uses 7.62mm ammunition.
Li Jian has several thousand of these bullets in his spatial ring, so he has no fear of running out of ammunition.
Ta da da - da da da -
The fighting is fierce in the streets right now.
Police officers were frequently shot and fell to the ground.
The scenes in movies where someone is shot but can still fight simply don't exist.
The immense potential energy carried by bullets can easily tear apart a person's skin, flesh, and bones; a bullet hitting a person will either kill or seriously injure them.
The pain from tearing muscles is simply unbearable for humans.
On the battlefield, there is no other choice.
"Wow, there really are some fearless people out there!"
Fu Rong also spotted the fearless Zhu Huabiao, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Let me show you what a grenade tastes like!"
Fu Rong pulled out the pin of the grenade and threw it out.
boom!
The steel ball grenade exploded, sending 1600 small steel balls flying in all directions.
Seeing that things were going badly, Zhu Huabiao had already rolled under a car.
boom!
boom!
Several grenades exploded near him, and the car he was hiding in was riddled with steel balls.
Zhu Huabiao's ear was grazed by a steel ball.
Zhu Huabiao felt a heat in his ears, and a stream of heat flowed down his cheeks.
He reached out and touched it; his hand was covered in blood.
"grass!"
Zhu Huabiao couldn't help but swear.
Fortunately, it only hit my ear.
If that steel ball had been off by even an inch, he would have been sacrificing himself for the Queen today.
Li Jian immediately pointed his gun at Fu Rong's hiding place and pulled the trigger.
Ta da da - da da da -
Fu Rong sensed danger approaching and quickly rolled over, slamming his back hard onto the ground.
"Ah Mao, you go!"
"Brother, I think we should retreat. More and more cops are coming!"
Fu Rong then realized that the police's firepower was much stronger than before; there were two more police cars at the street corner where there were originally only two.
Fu Rong shouted, "No, we can't leave! Follow me into the restaurant! We have to take that Interpol agent away today!"
Fu Rong's goal is very clear.
If we run away now, we might be able to escape successfully.
However, he was unwilling to accept that so many of his men had died without getting anything in return.
Fu Rong shouted to his men, "Charge in immediately and capture that Interpol agent! If we capture him, we can live!"
Fu Rong's goal was quite clear.
Their plan cannot be carried out if they cannot catch Interpol.
Fu Rong used a black uncle-style no-line-of-sight shooting technique, and the bullet hit the wall next to the window where Li Jian was hiding, sending debris flying everywhere.
The gunfire from Li Jian's side stopped.
Fu Rong roared, "Charge!"
The remaining six thugs followed Fu Rong, recklessly crashing into the Western restaurant.
Zhu Huabiao reacted quickly, firing a shot at one of the bandits.
Bah!
The Remington shotgun was extremely powerful, hitting the bandit in the thigh from a distance of more than six meters.
One of his legs was hit by a shotgun shell, and his pants were torn to shreds.
Zhu Huabiao rushed over, pulled out handcuffs, and handcuffed the robber from behind before continuing the chase.
This move left Chen Jiaju and the others dumbfounded.
"This guy is too fierce, he's practically courting death!"
Chan Ka-kui considers himself a workaholic who gets carried away with his thoughts when he does things.
After meeting Zhu Huabiao, Chen Jiaju felt that he might have to relinquish his title of "workaholic".
"We can't let people from other units look down on us, follow me!"
Although Chen Jiaju became a squad leader, his inherent ruthlessness never faded.
His two short legs were turned outwards as he ran quickly.
He charged towards the robbers like a little potato.
Seeing that their commander had already charged forward, Qiu Gang'ao and the others knew they couldn't fall behind.
Qiu Gang'ao followed closely behind and rushed out from behind the car shelter.
Yuan Haoyun glanced at Mike and Liang Nengren: "Hey, you guys aren't going to charge in too, are you? We're cops, not suicide squads. If we get shot, we'll die."
Liang Nengren pursed his lips and said, "Aren't you going?"
Yuan Haoyun chuckled and said, "Of course I'll go, but not now. We'll have to wait until things stabilize."
Mike smacked Liang Nengren on the back of the head: "What are you waiting for? Inspector Wong is inside. If they catch him, we'll be in trouble!"
The three of them then remembered that their leader was still inside.
After suffering two casualties, Fu Rong and his group successfully entered the Western restaurant.
Snap snap snap—thump thump thump—da da da—
Inside the once quiet Western restaurant.
The scene was broken by a burst of chaotic gunfire.
Fu Rong brandished his AK47 and started firing wildly at the restaurant, yelling, "Get out here, all of you!"
The remaining four henchmen, each armed with a long gun, fired their weapons while herding the guests hiding under the table out.
"Get out here right now, or I'll kill you!"
Yang Zhilong, Huang Bingyao, and others mingled in the crowd. When one of the robbers approached, Yang Zhilong suddenly drew his pistol, pointed it at the robber's head, and pulled the trigger.
Snapped!
Caught off guard, the robber was hit on the head and his head was smashed open.
Yang Zhilong didn't dare to linger, so he rolled on the spot and hid behind a booth.
The bandit, handcuffed behind Fatty's back, shouted, "Boss, there are still several of them here!"
Snap snap snap—da da da—
Upon hearing the shouts, Fu Rong turned his gun around and fired a burst of bullets in the direction Yang Zhilong was fleeing.
Yang Zhilong was beaten so badly that he dared not show his face.
The bullets shattered the booth where he was hiding, leaving more than a dozen bullet holes clustered together, like a hornet's nest.
Fu Rong revealed a twisted smile: "Hahaha, there are even cops here. Good, did my brother die at your hands? If you're a man, step forward, or I'll kill the hostage!"
As he spoke, Fu Rong grabbed a customer by the collar and pressed the muzzle of a gun against the man's head.
"I'll count to three!"
"one!"
"two!"
"three!"
Bah!
Before Yang Zhilong could react, Fu Rong had already pulled the trigger, killing him instantly.
The remaining diners, witnessing such a brutal scene, screamed in terror and desperately shrank back.
Fu Rong smirked and tilted his head, saying, "Hand over Richard now, or I'll keep killing until everyone's dead!"
Richard was cowering under the table, trembling, and dared not show his face.
Huang Bingyao, who was standing next to him, whispered, "Richard, you should sacrifice your own interests for the greater good. Get out of here quickly, so that more people don't die."
Richard was caught in a dilemma.