Chapter 97

Since when did you completely dedicate your allegiance to Tama Riadi?

Chacha thought.

Was it many years ago, in the abandoned factory where the underground boxing match was held, when he, as a spectator, threw a wad of banknotes at himself who was still standing with blood on his face?

Was it when he smiled lightly and invited himself to join the gang?

Was it when he paid for the treatment of his seriously ill father?

Chacha has never read a book, but he is by no means as stupid as his appearance shows,

He knew very well that a large part of Tamar Riadi's favor to him came from the value he had shown himself.

This is normal. People who are incapable are not even worthy of being used.

As a humble black boxer who was once stuck in the quagmire and couldn't even pay a penny, a little bit of kindness from others in despair is worth repaying.

Even if, the price is to abandon the previous concept of good and evil, and to commit many crimes that were unimaginable before,

The thin, dark, and unremarkable Chacha stood in the middle of the corridor, and many gang members with long guns and short cannons had already gathered behind him.

Step, step, step.

The sound of footsteps came from a distant corridor,

Everyone's muscles tensed instantly, their sweaty hands grasped the firearms, and their fingers were lightly pressed on the trigger.

Li Ang, dressed in special ops equipment, pushed a beautiful red motorcycle up the stairs.

He stepped onto the Ducati panigale V4 motorcycle, twisting the handlebars of the motorcycle with the palm of his hand through the glove.

Boom—boom—boom—

The exhaust pipe roared hoarsely, and the streamlined body trembled slightly. This swift and ferocious beast was already impatient.

In the distance, Chacha squatted down suddenly, picked up the individual bazooka placed on the ground, knelt down, and pulled the trigger towards Li Ang.

boom--

The huge flames ejected from the rear of the bazooka blasted away the gang members closest to Cha Cha,

But the sound of the cannon seemed to be some kind of signal, causing the gang members gathered in the corridor to pour bullets towards the end of the corridor.

One after another, warheads roared and galloped in the corridor, like a torrential downpour.

Li Ang watched the bullet rain, and turned the accelerator to the maximum.

The tires of the Ducati panigale V4 rotated crazily, and the huge grip made the whole motorcycle rush out like a wild horse.

At this moment, he was like Don Quixote who challenged the windmill, sprinting towards the bullets of death.

The motorcycle was moving forward, and at the moment when it was about to hit the raindrops of bullets, Li Ang took out a shield from the backpack.

The front of the shield is triangular, and its overall shape is slightly larger than the door panel. It is made of two 10mm homogeneous high-strength steel plates spliced ​​together at an angle of 60°.

The intersection in the middle is supported by several short steel pipes.

From the center of the intersection, a long, threaded steel pipe extends obliquely downward, serving as a handle for Li Ang.

Below the shield, three pulleys are welded,

Above each pulley, there is also a steel plate extending parallel to the rear, intersecting with the threaded steel pipe grip in the center of the shield, and a pulley is also welded at the intersection, which is responsible for the stability of the rear.

This grotesque man-made shield full of earthworm flavor was built by Li Ang himself, which took a lot of time and energy.

Its only function is to resist the ammunition coming from the front.

as it is now.

Li Ang let go of the grip of the motorcycle, pushed the shield with one hand, took out the SCAR-H assault rifle with the other, and fired at the rocket that was speeding forward.

A series of bullets are precisely chiseled on the slightly curved rocket warhead,

There was only a loud bang, and a gorgeous and dazzling fire appeared in the middle of the corridor.

The shock wave transmitted the shock, and the gang members at the end of the corridor only felt their hair being blown back

Billowing thick smoke drifted, obscuring people's sight.

Amidst the smoke, the sound of the motorcycle's motor was still whistling.

Without saying a word, Cha Cha threw the rocket bombs to his subordinates to reload, while he quickly picked up the firearm and continued shooting towards Li Ang at the end of the corridor.

The motorcycle under the crotch is Don Quixote's horse, and the triangular steel shield is the knight's spear in Don Quixote's hands.

Finally, the "knight" hit a rain of bullets head-on.

When, when, when, when.

The bullets kept hitting the steel plate, but they were defeated by the thickness of 10mm, and kept bouncing off, digging holes one after another in the wall.

The forward momentum of the motorcycle was slightly blocked, but amidst the wild roar of the engine, Li Ang was still moving forward.

He rolled over the floor shattered by the rocket explosion, broke through the thick smoke, and came to the middle of the corridor.

Li Ang violently pushed the steel shield forward, let go of the palm holding the shield, and swung the direction of the vehicle so that he was always within the defensive range of the shield.

He picked up the gun, pulled the trigger, and let the bullets go through the unsuspecting enemies.

Cha Cha, who had already foreseen this scene, hurriedly rolled to the side, avoiding the death line made of ammunition.

He turned his head and saw his subordinates falling to the ground continuously, blood flowing horizontally.

At the end of the line, some people have already started to flee in a panic.

However, before Chacha shot them in the back,

One bullet after another came from the door on the side of the corridor.

Li Ang's four teammates, while he was sprinting on the motorcycle, had already climbed up to the eighth floor by pulling the rope,

They sneaked into the room silently, through the door panel, and aimed at the unknown gang members at gunpoint.

Under the surprise attack, the temporary battle line built by the poisonous insects collapsed instantly, and the entire corridor became a deadly channel for contagious death.

The pool of blood is flowing, there is almost no place to stay in the corridor,

Cha Cha hurriedly rolled over, broke through the wooden door of the factory, turned over and hid behind the load-bearing wall.

He listened to the continuous gunshots, and after a brief frenzied beating, his heart fell silent.

Is it today?

He thought back to his not-so-glorious sound, memories of pain, joy, or both flashed before his eyes, and there was neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.

Finally, the gunfire subsided slowly, and the moaning and screaming could no longer be heard.

The wooden door of the factory was kicked open violently,

Cha Cha, who was hidden behind the wall, bounced from the ground in an instant. He held a pistol in his right hand and a tiger claw knife in his left hand, aiming the muzzle at the door.

He has already made preparations. Once the door is opened, he will hold the person who opens the door hostage and take him as a hostage in exchange for his own chance of life.

However, there was no one behind the wooden door that was kicked open.

Instead, there was a grenade, someone pulled the tab off and gently threw it into the door.

Gululu rolled and stopped just behind Chacha's buttocks.

"..."

boom--

The grenade exploded, and before Chacha could express his final life speech, he was blown into two cleanly.

One section is in the corridor, and the other section is inside the door.