In a smoke of gunpowder, the voice of surrender finally came. When the gunshot stopped, there were only more than 30 people with their hands on their heads, all of them looking ashen. Walking in the front is brother Xing. He wanted to fight to death, but he could watch the people around him fall down one by one, blood splashed on his hands and face, soaked into his heart. Slowly, the heart holding death melted down. When he saw that he could not fight out, he was only ready to surrender.

"cuff them all. Dare to attack the police. It's very good! All in prison seven! " He Yingsheng...