Chapter 539: Anti-Black Storm 3

"Kneel down! Kneel down!"

"I'm talking to you! Get the hell down on your knees!"

In the hall of the club, a dozen surviving members of the mutual aid association were taken out of the room by the security soldiers. After being dragged and kicked violently, they were handcuffed behind their backs and forced to kneel on the cold marble floor.

They all hung their heads, and the blood oozing from their wounds dripped onto the ground, like blooming plum blossoms.

Qian Zihao's private room was at the innermost, so he was the last one to be taken out, or maybe he was just too stubborn.

As the eldest brother, the way he appeared quickly attracted the attention of his younger brothers.

I saw two guards with blood on their gun butts and some flesh on them, holding him half-way, one on the left and one on the right, dragging him out from the deep corridor. His legs were limp and drooping on the ground, like two blood-stained mops, leaving a trail of blood...

hiss~

After taking a peek, several kneeling brothers in the hall were so scared that they immediately withdrew their gazes, and their knees on the ground shook even more violently.

I was afraid I would get beaten if I looked any longer!

They originally thought that they had been beaten badly enough, but now seeing their boss like a dead dog covered in blood, these younger brothers could not help but silently thank the internal guards for not killing him.

Minor injuries, that's fine...

Although the way from the private room was awkward, at least I walked here by myself...

After the guards took Qian Zihao to the hall, they threw him to the ground like trash. Without the guards' support, Qian Zihao immediately fell to the ground like a pile of mud. Except for his eyelids, which were still blinking, no part of his body could move. Maybe he was tired...

"How did it get like this?"

The third platoon leader standing in the hall frowned slightly when he saw this and asked with a smile:

"This kid resisted?"

As he spoke, the third platoon leader walked up to Qian Zihao and rubbed his face with the rough sole of his boot, as if to confirm whether he was dead or not.

Hehe~

Qian Zihao tried hard to spit, but he was already extremely weak, and the blood mixed with saliva could only flow out of his mouth.

"Hey? This little thing is quite stubborn? Is he a stubborn person?"

Although he was not interested at first, Qian Zihao's words shocked the third platoon leader.

That’s right, it would be too fake if there wasn’t a hero in troubled times. Among this bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, there are still some real guys.

Thinking of this, the smiling third platoon leader's expression suddenly turned fierce, and he kicked Qian Zihao in the mouth with the toe of his shoe stained with a few drops of blood!

Bang!

He kicked Qian Zihao's head three times in a row, almost as if it were a football, and kicked it like a world-class goal. Every kick was swung with his thigh!

Qian Zihao was indeed a hero. He took three kicks from three platoon leaders with steel-plate toes. Except for frowning at the first kick, he didn't make a sound for the remaining two kicks. His face was kicked from three-dimensional to two-dimensional without him even breathing hard.

"Hero? Turns out to be a little punk?" The third platoon leader sneered and drew his gun the next second.

Boom!

After the two gunshots, Qian Zihao fell asleep completely. The red and white spots behind his head spread along the floor like a spider web, like spilled red oil tofu pudding, and flowed directly into the eyes of the younger brother who was closest to him.

...

The third platoon leader casually turned off the safety of his pistol, thrust it into his thigh, and asked calmly, "How many body bags have you prepared?"

After all, it was a gathering place, and it was impossible to kill and dump them randomly. The internal security had taken these details into consideration before the operation.

"Reporting to the platoon leader, the body bags were brought by squad 9, a total of 21."

As soon as the words fell, the dozen or so members of the mutual aid association kneeling in the hall all trembled.

It doesn’t seem like... is this going to be a full shark attack???

"so much?"

The third platoon leader sounded surprised. You know, although body bags don't take up much space, it's still a bit troublesome to carry so many.

and many more?

As if he suddenly remembered something, the third platoon leader quickly took out the crumpled list from his tactical side bag.

The list shows that except for the mutual aid association president Qian Zihao and the other seven key members who are permanent residents, the total number of people in the Huangzu Yudao Club generally does not exceed 7.

So these 21? There is still a margin of error of 1?

Thinking of this, the third platoon leader was silent for a moment.

This damn squad leader Nine is really a talent. He can still save some people alive during the counter-terrorism operation. Is he planning to leave no one alive?

I do not understand..

zizi~

It was at this time that the third platoon leader's intercom rang, and it was the squadron leader's voice.

"Third Platoon Leader, is the mission over?"

"Report to the captain, the mission has just ended!"

"No casualties?"

"....Two soldiers were on a mission for the first time, and they were not very experienced and injured their fists..."

Hearing this, the squadron leader on the other end of the intercom was visibly relieved.

According to the latest instructions from superiors, the special operations against organized crime in each squadron have now achieved some initial success.

There were injuries, but because of good intelligence work and precautions taken in advance, up to now, the entire 812-member task force has only suffered 17 minor injuries and no major casualties.

So before he had a comprehensive understanding of the situation, the squadron leader was also afraid. You have to know that this mission was planned and commanded personally by the chief of staff of the corps. Even if he couldn't show his face, he definitely couldn't show his butt.

"Okay, comfort the injured comrades, do your best to provide psychological counseling, and don't be afraid of fighting!"

"I have arranged for our squadron's driving team to send out a car. It is expected to reach you in about ten minutes!"

When talking about post-war cleanup, the squadron leader's tone was much more relaxed. Tonight's anti-gang operation should go very smoothly. When he was talking to the captain just now, the other party was obviously in a good mood.

"Separate the wet and dry items, and pack the dead and the living separately. Be more efficient, as people will need to ride in the car in the future."

"I have made it clear to all the platoon leaders in our squadron that whichever platoon makes the car dirty will be the one to ride in it in the future!"

"Yes!"

After putting down the intercom, the third platoon leader asked the hall: "Did you hear clearly? What did the squadron leader say?"

"Clear!"

"I heard it all!"

"We must maintain good hygiene!" a group of security soldiers answered in unison.

"I didn't ask you! It's them!" As he said that, the third platoon leader pointed at the mutual aid association members kneeling on the ground with the hand holding the walkie-talkie.

What's up with us?

When most of the mutual aid association members were still confused, one of them, a bald man with a dragon tattoo on his chest, suddenly raised his neck and shouted loudly:

“Thank you, leader!!”

oh?

Hearing this, the third platoon leader stood with his legs crossed, showing an interested expression.

"Thank me? Thank me for what?"

"Yes, yes! It's the bald guy in the back row with a blood clot as big as a light bulb on his head!"

"What did you thank me for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, excitement was visible on the bald man's face.

It’s good to speak! It’s good to speak! I’m afraid that if I don’t speak, I’ll be finished!

The bald man didn't care about the wound on his face and quickly said in a flattering way:

"Thank you, leaders, for giving us the opportunity to collect the bodies! The leaders are kind and righteous! The law enforcement is warm! Thank you, leaders!"

After saying that, the other members of the mutual aid association who were able to get into this club were not stupid either, and they quickly echoed:

"Thank you, leader!"

"Thank you, leaders, for giving us this opportunity to make amends!"

"Thanks..."