With a snap, the sound echoed in the night sky, crisp and solemn.

The bullet went straight to the load.

The other party's body immediately became a half-squatting posture, and his eyes were fierce, staring straight at the old hanging.

Lao Hang subconsciously spread his hands and made a cooperative appearance.

At this time, hard resistance is definitely a dead end.

The black muzzle of the death gun was aimed straight at the old hanger, the hand holding the gun was bruised, the fingers were strong, and the muzzle did not move at all, which showed that he was well-trained.

"Masks, hats." The man's order was full of the smell of not being able to resist and resisting to death, and as he spoke, he moved a few steps quickly in a half-crouching position, and approached the old hanger.

His eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance.

The moving figure is silent, and the muzzle of the gun is as smooth as a parallel line, and it can be judged from this action that this person must have been in the army, received formal training, and is not that kind of wild way.

It seems that in the middle of the night, Lao Hang's hat and mask aroused his suspicions.

Lao Hang's eyes fell on the muzzle of the gun, his heart was nervous, but his face did not move, and he had an idea after thinking about it.

"What the fuck are you doing? Own! Lao Hang gritted his teeth, tore off the mask on his face, raised it and shook it, and then turned sideways exaggeratedly and stretched his face in the direction of the man, crossed his waist with one hand, and pointed to his face with the other: "Look, I see clearly, kid, is it your own person, what are you doing?!" It's been such an exaggeration to pee in the middle of the night, boy, you haven't come out to work with you, have you?! ”

Reaching out and taking off his hat, he turned his head sideways and pointed to the wound on the top of his head that had been broken by a beer bottle.

The injury was very serious, although the blood was no longer flowing, but the dirty blood coagulated there, the white scalp turned over a little, and there was blood dirt all around, which looked very disgusting, and it would take more than a dozen stitches if it was stitches.

"Lao Tzu is injured and wears a hat, don't fire your gun! Don't fucking go off! The old man glared at the man, said in annoyance, and put his hat back on, and then threw the mask to the ground.

Everything is done in a very natural way.

Ruffianism, dissatisfaction, anger and a little disdain, all performed vividly.

Lao Hang is gambling.

Since the little boss over there and the two people in front of him don't know each other, presumably the people who came to protect the field today are all capable teams from Tiannan and Haibei, and they are not very familiar with each other before.

Anyway, I don't know, and the mask is useless.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a closer look, the suspicion on his face was indeed a little less.

Lao Hang saw that he had eased up a little, so he shook his legs, slowly stretched his hand into his pocket angrily, and took it out exaggeratedly.

"Don't move!" The man shouted, and immediately half-crouched again, instinctively looking in the direction of the wall for shelter.

He thought he was pulling a gun.

is a rookie, although he is well-trained, but he is a rookie with little actual combat experience, Lao Hang made this judgment. Who would hide a gun in a baggy pants pocket and dig it out in front of you?

Only rookies will be startled like a grasshopper.

However, if this rookie shouts and attracts veterans over there, it will be a big deal.

Gotta hold him steady.

"Smoke a cigarette, little brother!" Lao Hang looked in the direction of the truck, only to see that the truck stopped at the intersection, and a person hurriedly ran behind the truck, presumably something was missing.

This block completely blocked the sight of the people over there.

The sky is endless, and the old hanging breathes a sigh of relief.

The place where Lao Hang was located was a crossroads, and the place where he was standing was blocked by a stone elephant, and he had to lead this person to the stone elephant as soon as possible and leave the road.

Only when you leave this road, the people over there will not see this scene, and no one else will come to support, and this matter will be much easier.

"Alright, don't hold a gun, your own people, come on, buddy, smoke one." As he spoke, the old hanger took two steps forward and smiled.

"Don't move!" The man was still vigilant, but the 'don't move' was much more polite than before.

Lao Hang's series of reactions really don't look like spies, which spies can smoke calmly when the muzzle is aimed at him?

One shot and one life is not a joke.

The man let his guard down a little, and the gun hung down slightly.

"Here, smoke the roots." Seeing this, Lao Hang was secretly happy in his heart, opened the cigarette box, shook it, and a few of them shook out and stretched out in the direction of the man.

"Which district are you?" The man's tone softened a little, and although the gun was not completely lowered, his half-crouched body stood up straight.

Half-squatting, which is the state of attack, and standing up straight, indicates that he has completely relaxed his vigilance.

The old hanger secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and looked in the direction of the truck, but the car had not moved, blocking this side tightly.

Good timing, he thought, so he smiled and walked over to the man, lighting him a cigarette as he went.

When he walked about five or six steps away from the man, Lao Hang subconsciously glanced at the man's badge.

At a glance, the old hanger's scalp was deceitful, and a burst of nervousness came intensively.

If he was still able to stabilize the previous tension, at this time, Lao Hang's body trembled slightly.

It's a big game! He thought, his hand clenched into a fist slightly, trembling slightly, and the afterglow fell on the man's badge again.

The badge number on this person's chest is: Shaanxi Dong 00902. It shows that he is No. 902 and 902 of several prefecture-level cities in the east of Shaanxi, which is not backward but not very forward. This is nothing, the most important thing is that the big knife pattern under this number is embroidered by the intersection of red and white silk threads, and the white knife surface is embroidered with red at the blade, like blood flowing on the knife edge, full of evil and quite three-dimensional.

And the old hang's badge, embroidered with Jingbei 00528, the imperial capital Beicheng No. 528, this number is a big man, the emperor is not better than the city below, and its own strength is there. It does look very exquisite, and it is finely carved at a glance, but the problem is that it is a big knife embroidered with golden silk thread, which is good-looking and good-looking, and this color is not right, this gold wire is still with golden powder, and the light in this dark place shines, and the golden light is shining, not to mention, it is quite cool

This is like a domestic imitation of an international brand, the style is exactly the same, but the LOGO is completely different.

Damn, this dog's bow boy actually gave a copycat! The old hung scolded in his heart.

On weekdays, reporters have little contact with this kind of gang, and the gang's business is big, but even if it is a gang covering a large enterprise, it will not show up when the company holds a press conference, and this is taboo. It's not the same as Hong Kong.

Therefore, Gao Leng and Lao Hang didn't know much about this gang, so Brother Gong took advantage of the loophole.

This is deadly.

If you have to associate reporters with gangs, there are only two kinds, one is that the women in the gang are big stars, and there are some rumors in the circle, so they will pay attention to it. The other is when the unannounced reporter's unannounced visit is discovered.

In the past few years, the number of undercover reporters who have been harmed has increased unabated, and the number of people who have been killed at the moment of the interview is still a minority, after all, it is easy to cause a sensation, but after a year or two, there are still some who are killed.

There are many cases solved in such situations, and the sensitive identity of the reporter is there, but most of them only catch the executor, and cannot catch the behind-the-scenes instructions.

If you catch it on the spot, how to deal with it will have its own merits.

To see if the object of the secret interview is ruthless, it seems that this other party is not only ruthless, but he can bring a gun on the road, I am afraid that he has a role in a murder.

The man's gaze also looked at the old hanger's badge.