A police patrol car is driving at a uniform speed on a small road outside the hospital.
Lao Yang stretched out his hand at the door of his house and pulled the door, then threw his briefcase at the co-pilot.
"Didi Lingling!"
Just in front of Lao Yang’s car, his words suddenly sounded.
"hello? ！”
"Lao Yang, I asked a member of parliament who is close to me. They are a little empty about boycotting the airport project …!"
"What’s the virtual? You just tell them I’ll take the lead in offending people …! " Lao Yang, frowning, got into the car and talked about his own ideas.
Weng!’
Just then, a gasoline motorcycle motor appeared.
Old Yang Neng turned to the hutong and saw a motorcycle rampaging along the wall.
"Brush!"
The motorcycle quickly approached the car, and the man in the helmet bowed his head and pulled out his pistol.
Lao Yang’s reaction after one leng was fairly quick. He stretched out his hand and immediately pulled the door and instantly lowered his head.
"Hey!"
Three shots fired, and the windshield of Lao Yang’s car shattered, causing many spider lines.
Weng!’
The motorcycle accelerated and rushed obliquely to the left side of the car.
Lao Yang sat in the car a little flustered and stretched out his hands to climb to the co-pilot seat because he didn’t have a gun.
Qin Yu, a police car driving in the hutong, immediately waved and shouted, "Mom, hurry up! ! There’s a gunshot at Lao Yang’s house! "
The car is not short. After climbing to the co-pilot, Lao Yang found that he was very sad. He immediately turned around and started the car to push the gear and stepped on the accelerator.
"Hey!"
The gun rang again.
Lao Yang’s daughter-in-law rushed out of the house and shouted in horror, "What happened?"
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Weng!’
The motor of the car roared, and the body rushed straight ahead of wait for a while.
"Hey!"
The motorcycle braked and turned around on the wet and snowy road. The gunman raised his right arm and fired two shots again.
"Hey!"
"Bang!"
The left wheel on the rear side of the car burst out of balance and crashed into the courtyard wall, bringing up sparks visible to the naked eye and pushing forward for three or four meters before it stopped.
The motorcycle gunner changed his second gun neatly and then turned the throttle and rushed again.
"Lao Yang!"
Daughter-in-law rushed out at the gate of the hospital and shouted in awe.
After the motorcycle jumped forward for a few meters, the gunman raised his right arm again and rushed to the driver.
Che Lao Yang was hit by nostril bleeding and looked up.
"High-pitched …!"
A series of guns went off, blood and fog rose on the car, and Lao Yang’s body trembled and was directly hit against the dirty seat.
The gunman glanced at the car with a cold eye, twisted the throttle to the end and fled along the alley path.