Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The motorcycle gradually pulled alongside the bus. Dabao saw that there was only the driver in the car, and next to him were more than a dozen explosive packs.

The motorcycle began to run smoothly, and Xue Kui finally breathed a sigh of relief. His hat had been blown away, and his hair was blown into an explosive shape.

He had just recovered when he became arrogant again.

"Master, come over here and I'll knock this wreck over with my hammer."

Dabao's nose almost cracked with anger. "Are you going to die if you don't brag? Do you think you're Li Yuanba? You want to use a hammer to knock over a car? Your hammer is as big as your little head. You might as well just hit it with your head!"

Dabao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He held the handlebar with his right hand, reached into the holster with his left hand, pulled out the gun, and loaded the gun with his teeth.

Now we are less than 50 meters away from East Chang'an Avenue, and we can see the parade crowd on the street a few hundred meters away.

As soon as Li Ming shifted gears, the bus began to accelerate. Dabao held the handlebars of the motorcycle with one hand and also accelerated.

Dabao held the gun in his left hand and fired two shots, hitting the rear tire of the bus. The vehicle suddenly tilted. Dabao turned the accelerator and

The motorcycle rushed out and immediately reached the front of the bus, with the two vehicles running parallel to each other.

Dabao's first shot hit the front tire, and the bus fell towards Dabao again. Dabao held the gun with one hand, and at this time he had already put his life and death aside.

"Pah, pah, pah" the bullets were emptied. The passenger car was made of thin iron sheets, and the bullets penetrated easily, all hitting the same place. There were more than a dozen explosive packs, and this time Li Ming didn't need to ignite them.

Dabao let go of the gun, gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle tightly, turned it to the right, and the motorcycle turned out on the spot.

At the same time, the bus exploded with a loud bang, and a huge fireball shot up into the sky. The bus rose into the sky, and in the air there was another series of loud explosions. The bus was torn into countless pieces. As for Li Ming, even the best forensic doctor couldn't find a single piece of his flesh larger than a thumb...

The motorcycle was lifted into the air by a gust of air. Dabao reached out and pulled Xue Kui into his arms, protecting him tightly.

Xue Kui's eyes widened, and at this moment he understood the meaning of master and disciple.

Dabao curled up into a ball in the air, protecting Xue Kui in the middle. The two of them were thrown over ten meters and fell to the ground. Even so, Dabao still used his body to block the flying debris for Xue Kui.

Only then did Xue Kui yell out: "Master..." His eyes were instantly flooded with tears.

Dabao groaned: "Stop crying, are you hurt?"

Xue Kui shook his head. Dabao took out the deflated military canteen from his bag and put it in his mouth. A stream of spiritual well water flowed into his body.

Dabao struggled to get up and stumbled towards the upturned motorcycle.

Xue Kui then saw that his master's back was covered in blood and had a lot of iron pieces stuck in it.

Although Xue Kui was a bit confused, he was not stupid. He knew that it was his master who had protected his life with his back. He shouted, "Master..."

Dabao threw away the kettle, lifted up the motorcycle with one hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Stop shouting, find a place to hide."

"Master, where are you going?"

Dabao opened the trunk, took out five or six magazines from the space, and stuffed five magazines into his waistband. Only then did he feel the severe pain in his back. The spiritual well water had little effect on his body now, and the wound healed very slowly.

"I'm going to get revenge! I've never been injured so badly in my life! I'm going to beat up these bastards!"

Dabao wiped his face and found that the back of his hand was covered with blood. He bit out the piece of glass stuck in the back of his hand with his teeth. Seeing the scar on the back of his hand slowly scabbing, he laughed.

The truck was leaning on the side of the road. When Dabao walked forward, countless bullets were fired at him. Dabao fell to the ground and rolled to the side of the road. This time, the wound on his back was even more serious.

Twelve desperadoes had already jumped off the truck and hid behind the trees on the roadside. Some of them lay behind the tires, all aiming at Dabao.

Dabao switched the five or six half shots to single shots. He knew that these twelve people were professional killers. Compared to them, the thirty or so people who attacked the police station were no more than schoolchildren.

Dabao took a look at the terrain and found that it was clearly divided. He and the desperado were on one side of the road, and the other was on the other side.

Dabao's awareness can only cover a hundred meters, and the distance between him and the enemy is two or three hundred meters, which means that Dabao can only rely on his own ability to fight them.

But Dabao has backup. The explosion just now should have alarmed the police and soldiers on duty in the square. As long as Dabao holds on for a few more minutes, once the reinforcements arrive, none of these enemy spies will be able to escape.

The enemy spies on the other side of the road naturally understood this, and they were already slowly retreating.

How could Dabao let them escape? Once these twelve desperate criminals ran away, it would be difficult to catch them.

Dabao gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck, I'm going to fight!"

He suddenly rushed out, rolled forward, jumped up and ran, shooting as he ran. Every time Dabao fired a shot, an enemy spy died.

Suddenly, Dabao felt a shock in his left shoulder socket, and then he was shot in the left arm. Dabao rolled forward, knelt on one knee and fired, cursing as he shot: "You bastard! How dare you shoot me? And it hurts!"

By the time Cheng Min and Long Fei arrived with their men, Da Bao was already covered in blood, having been shot five times. If it weren't for his consciousness that allowed him to avoid the vital parts, and if it weren't for the spiritual well water that supported him, Da Bao would have been playing mahjong with the King of Hell by now.

But the enemy spies were not in a better situation either. Eleven bodies were scattered over an area of ​​one or two hundred meters. Without exception, they were all shot once in the chest and then once in the forehead.

The remaining enemy spy should be the leader of the eleven dead ones. He grabbed Xue Kui and pointed his pistol at his temple.

Dabao stood there staggering, looking helpless.

"Hey Kui'er, what are you doing? You said I was about to shoot him, why are you rushing up with two broken hammers?"

Xue Kui looked aggrieved: "Master, I want to help you..."

"You are helping others, ah, Kui'er, can you let the master worry less?"

Xue Kui pouted and suddenly turned around and shouted: "You country bumpkin! Just stand there and let me hit you twice, and that's it? You're pointing a broken gun at me, I'm telling you, I won't accept it!"

The enemy spy's eyes turned blue: "Hey, hey, hey, can you be a little more afraid of me? Why are you blaming me for this?"

"Who else should I blame if not you? This isn't fair. I'm holding a hammer and you're holding a gun. If you're capable, put the gun down and let's practice. If Master Kui doesn't beat the shit out of you, you've done it!"

The enemy spy's eyes almost popped out and his nose was crooked with anger. He lowered his head and pressed his pistol hard against Xue Kui's forehead.

"You little bastard! Who do you think you are? Do you believe I will beat you to death?"

"I don't believe it! Put the gun down if you can!"

"I won't let go, why should I listen to you?"

"Because I am your Master Aoi!"

"Who the hell are you? Hurry up and call me Master, and I'll let you go!" The enemy spy's head was confused, and the veins on his temples were throbbing with anger.

"You're dreaming! You want Master Kui to call you Master? Do you think you deserve it? Hurry up, shoot me to death!"

"Fuck! You're so tough, you little bastard, are you going to scream? I'm shooting..."

"grandson!"

"Call me grandpa!"

"grandson"

"Fuck! I told you to go inside, you little bastard, go to hell!" The enemy agent was almost mad with rage, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang" the gun went off...