Chapter 58

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At this moment, Li Xiangdong was truly enraged. Without a word, he tucked the Type 54 pistol into his waistband, took the Type 56 assault rifle, and charged forward in a fierce pursuit.

He quickly passed through the trucks blocking the middle of the road. At this time, the two vehicles of the bandits had just broken through the roadblocks set up by the Iveco and Jinbei minivans.

Moreover, the rear vehicle even slowed down, and a black dot flew out of the car window, landing right under the Jinbei minivan.

A loud explosion shook the ground, and the police officers who were chasing behind were thrown back by the sudden blast.

Wei Zhonghang was thrown to the ground with great force. When he lifted his head, he saw several comrades lying on the ground, unconscious and covered in black soot, with bloody gashes all over their bodies.

Because they ran slower, An Jianing and Hu Ying were not affected by the explosion. However, at this moment, someone was even slower than they were—Yang Feng.

This guy was moving as slowly as a snail, limping as he ran.

"Hmph! You're really putting on a good act. If you're afraid of dying, just lie on the ground and continue to pretend to be unconscious."

Hu Ying had been with Yang Feng the whole time, so she had seen his every move. During the firefight with the bandits, this guy had hidden behind the truck, not even daring to peek, and hadn't fired a single shot.

Now that the bandits were fleeing, everyone was chasing them with all their might, but this guy was running even slower than the two women. Moreover, she hadn't seen him do anything to hurt his ankle, yet now he was limping. How could it be so coincidental that he sprained his ankle at this moment?

Hu Ying was the kind of person who couldn't tolerate any sand in her eyes. Seeing her injured teammates ahead, she was filled with righteous anger, almost in a state of bloodlust.

Looking around, even An Jianing, who usually had average physical fitness, was gritting her teeth and charging forward. But this Yang Feng, a big man, was pretending to limp and hiding behind them. Hu Ying was immediately furious.

Yang Feng's face turned red from Hu Ying's scolding. He was about to argue, but when he looked up, he saw the disdainful looks on Hu Ying and An Jianing's faces. They didn't even bother to look at him and rushed to the injured colleagues lying on the ground.

Seeing the figure lying on the ground, An Jianing felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her heart. He must be okay, right?

She quickly ran to his side and saw Li Xiangdong slowly sitting up. At this moment, blood was flowing from his nose and ears, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. He had been at the forefront of the chase and was the most severely injured by the shockwave.

"Are you okay?"

An Jianing knelt down in front of Li Xiangdong, supporting his shoulders. She didn't even notice that her voice was trembling and filled with a hint of crying.

"I'm fine. The enemy used an offensive grenade. The shockwave was strong, but there weren't many shrapnel."

Li Xiangdong slowly sat up and turned his head to see Wei Zhonghang and Hu Ying helping the teammates who had been knocked down by the shockwave to their feet.

Because of his wolf's divine power, his ears were very sensitive, and he had suffered significant damage from the explosion. At this moment, his ears were buzzing, making it hard to hear what others were saying.

However, fortunately, when he gained the bear's divine power, he not only received the bear's strength but also its physical resilience.

Despite his current slim appearance, his body's strength was far beyond what an ordinary person could imagine. The shockwave, though powerful, was not enough to cause him fatal injuries.

The Jinbei minivan in front had been blown up by the grenade, its fuel tank exploding, causing it to rise three meters into the air before crashing back to the ground. It was now engulfed in flames, burning fiercely.

The nearby Iveco, which had been close to it, was also blown several meters away by the explosion, landing on its side. The scene was a complete mess.

Just as everyone was struggling to get up from the ground, Li Xiangdong suddenly shouted loudly.

"Get down!"

He then pushed An Jianing to the ground again. This time, An Jianing didn't feel the previous anger; instead, she felt a strange warmth, and even when her body hit the hard ground, she didn't feel much pain.

Perhaps this was what was called a sense of security!

Before An Jianing could snap out of her daze, the sound of gunfire, like popping beans, echoed through the area. Tracer bullets streaked across the night sky amidst the roar of car engines. The bandits, who were incredibly bold, had turned back to launch another attack.

Wei Zhonghang and the others, alerted by Li Xiangdong, quickly lay down on the ground, avoiding the sudden attack.

However, this time, the police, who had already engaged in several firefights with the bandits that night, were much calmer. Perhaps because of the grenade, they had all faced death and were no longer as tense as before.

Although the bandits were driving their vehicles crazily and firing their Type 56 assault rifles fiercely, the police were not panicked. They lay on the ground, holding their pistols, and returned fire methodically.

If there was an exception, it was Yang Feng. As soon as he lay down, he rolled several times, rolling into the drainage ditch by the roadside and never showing his head again.

"Take care of yourself!"

Li Xiangdong pushed An Jianing away from him and then sprang up, crouching and holding his gun with both hands. This time, he was holding a Type 56 assault rifle.

He set the firing mode to three-round bursts, and the Type 56 assault rifle immediately started firing rapidly.

The Type 56 assault rifle is essentially the Chinese version of the AK-47. While it inherited the reliability and power of the AK series, it also inherited the high recoil and limited accuracy.

Most people rarely use short bursts with the AK because the recoil is too strong. With the physical build of Asians, it's hard to maintain a steady shooting stance and ensure accuracy. Without professional training, a burst of bullets fired in quick short bursts can dislocate your shoulder due to the gun's powerful recoil.

But that's for ordinary people. For Li Xiangdong, such a rule didn't apply. With his bear-like physical resilience, the recoil was like a tickle to him.

In his hands, the Type 56 assault rifle fired both quickly and accurately.