Chapter 669 If you don’t do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth.
This old man is really different. He is thoughtful and calm in times of crisis.
Anyway, if I am a murderer, everyone is an accomplice.
This sentence really frightened everyone present.
What is the concept of a murderer in this era?
You have to eat peanuts. Even if you are an accomplice, you will be sentenced to death!
The key point is that he didn't fire the gun accidentally at all.
But...
He deliberately wanted to kill the round-faced policeman who prevented him from succeeding!
The scramble just now was too chaotic, and his hand just happened to be able to pull the trigger.
With so many people fighting for a gun, it was obvious that there was almost no chance of winning.
If the delay was any longer, the thin old man was afraid that something might happen.
What if the other detective turns out to be a rat man?
By then, I will be dead too!
Therefore, the thin old man had murderous intentions towards the round-faced policeman, and took this opportunity to rob randomly.
He pulled the trigger directly at the opponent.
"Yes! It was this policeman who wanted to snatch the gun and kill us."
"We are just trying to protect ourselves."
"He killed himself. He deserves it!"
The fat woman pointed at the round-faced policeman who was already dying on the ground and said.
The two young men next to him also quickly echoed:
"Yes, that's right. If they didn't rob the gun, how could such a thing happen?"
"Yeah, it's all the fault of this policeman."
The pupils of the round-faced policeman gradually dilated. Before he died, he actually heard how these demons were so evil to him.
What is unity? What is mutual assistance?
What are those noble thoughts and consciousness in front of these people?
Before the question could be figured out, the round-faced policeman breathed his last, without a sound.
The thin old man eliminated the obstacles and had a pistol in his hand, and he felt much more at ease.
Now there is only one hidden danger left, and that is the tall and thin policeman.
For safety reasons, we must deal with the opponent as quickly as possible.
The old man raised his gun and pointed it directly at the shorter policeman.
The tall policeman was not dead at this time, nor was he completely unconscious.
He saw clearly what happened just now.
However, he just felt weak and cold all over, and could only sit on the ground and watch his companions die bit by bit.
"You...you are a bunch of beasts."
The old man stroked his Mediterranean hair and said:
"If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. You can't blame us."
"If you want to blame someone, just blame yourself for getting caught accidentally."
After saying that, the Mediterranean old man fired two shots directly at the tall police officer's chest.
It was also the first time for the Mediterranean old man to use a firearm. He didn’t expect that this thing had such a huge recoil.
The strength in his hand was unstable and the other shot went off target and hit the wall.
Seeing the tall policeman finally lower his head and stop making any sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
At least... I am temporarily safe in this cage now.
After the tense and exciting event just now, several people also felt the pressure of grading papers coming.
One by one, they sat on the ground and looked at the scene in front of them.
The three ratmen outside were still stretching out their claws, scratching the people inside.
"What should we do next?"
The person who spoke was a young boy who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.
The youthful expression on his face hasn't completely faded away.
No one answered him, only the squeaking sounds coming from the ratmen.
"Hold on and wait, maybe someone will come to rescue us soon."
The Mediterranean old man said.
"But...will anyone really come to rescue us?"
"I don't know what the situation is outside now."
"I don't know how my parents are doing now."
Fear and depression spread like a plague.
Everyone was thinking about their families and wanted to leave here as soon as possible.
After a long silence, the Mediterranean old man slowly spoke:
"If it doesn't work, let's just kill these three ratmen and leave here."
Everyone was surprised. This method worked, but no one knew what the situation was outside or how many ratmen there were.
"How many more bullets are there?"
Another middle-aged man, who looked more muscular, asked.
After being reminded, the Mediterranean old man hurriedly remembered to check the number of bullets.
After some study, I finally figured out how to open the magazine.
With a crisp click, the magazine was opened.
Suddenly, the Mediterranean old man's eyes widened.
Because at this moment, there is not a single bullet left in the magazine!
And the only three bullets have all been used up...
"Shit! There are only three bullets in a pistol!"
Indeed, the standard for their on-duty personnel is that one of them must carry a gun, and the others are not allowed to carry guns.
In addition, there are very few bullets in the pistol, which are mainly used in emergencies.
The round-faced policeman just now also used this pistol to intimidate everyone.
Now the only pistol he had was out of bullets.
What's the difference between this and a piece of scrap metal?
The pistol that I had snatched with so much effort has now lost its greatest function!
Thinking of this, the Mediterranean old man couldn't help but curse in his heart.
However, in order to survive, he quickly thought of a way.
Although the pistol in my hand has become a piece of scrap metal, if I don't say it, who would know that there is no bullet in it?
In that way, the deterrent power of the pistol will still be strong enough!
It's not impossible to leave here by using this group of people!
This thought only flashed through the Mediterranean old man's mind.
The expression on his face quickly returned to calm, and no one noticed it at all.
The Mediterranean old man said calmly: "There are still 5 bullets left, which is enough."
He deliberately made up a lie and said.
"But the locks are already locked. Even if we kill these three ratmen, how can we get out?"
The fat lady then remembered that she was the last one to rush in, and she locked the door.
The situation was so special at the time that I was so scared that I didn't even think about getting out.
Only now did he reveal that the padlock had been locked.
Sure enough, the Mediterranean old man suddenly stood up, came to the padlock and saw that it was indeed locked tightly!
Veins suddenly popped up on his face!
I put so much effort into it, but I didn't expect the lock to still be locked!
go out?
How the hell can I get out like this?!
The extremely angry Mediterranean old man raised his gun and pointed it at his fat wife and said angrily:
"Fuck you, are you stupid?"
"Who the hell told you to lock the padlock?"
"You locked me up, how can I get out!!!"