boom!
The air-burst grenades enveloped the group of bandits, and the flying steel balls created a scene of ghosts howling and wolves howling.
Under the threat of grenades flying from time to time, the remaining 200-odd bandits were unable to organize any counterattack and could only run around and shoot randomly.
No one dared to gather together. If too many people gathered together, a grenade would suddenly fly over for no reason and blow up the whole place.
On the other side, Martin and Roger were under great pressure as there were twenty or thirty guns firing at them from the opposite side.
But suddenly several grenades fell among the bandits, instantly killing a small half of them. The bandits on the opposite side lost all their courage and fled in panic.
Martin: “…”
Roger took a breath and murmured, "Do you think God is protecting us? There are so many people on the other side, but we are still alive."
Martin snorted. "Can God throw grenades? Let's go. I think I saw Dito."
Roger perked up: "Where is it?"
Martin: "Follow me, don't let those masters throw grenades at you and kill you."
Roger: “No way?”
Martin: "... Well, although I don't want to admit it, these masters seem to know our route very well."
He didn't say the rest.
The one who can do this should be an elite special forces team that cooperates with each other to be able to advance and retreat so freely and with ease.
But Martin couldn't understand why this extremely powerful team would help him.
Luke received another reminder from Selina: "Five vehicles came in from the back door, four SUVs and one pickup truck equipped with a machine gun. They are Dito's reinforcements. Be careful, these people are different from the miscellaneous soldiers in the base. Their actions are very professional."
He asked, "Where are the new reinforcements?"
Selina: "They are fighting with Martin and his men right where you ambushed the armored vehicle. You may need to hurry up, as Martin and Roger are a bit overwhelmed."
In fact, Martin and Roger were not just a little overwhelmed, but completely overwhelmed.
There were nearly thirty new reinforcements in five vehicles. They were equipped with UMP submachine guns and M4A1s. They were well-trained, acted quickly and had clear goals.
With the cooperation, they didn't even use the heavy machine gun on the pickup truck, and they beat Martin and the other man so hard that they dared not show their heads.
Now, the people in the five cars picked up Dito, and retreated towards the convoy while covering each other with fire, and were about to get in the cars and evacuate.
Not only that, under the shouting of this group of reinforcements, many bandits also gathered together, obeyed their orders, and began to advance towards the back door.
Together with this group of reinforcements, about fifty people formed a small group and were attracting bandits from the surrounding areas to join.
People always tend to follow others blindly.
In times of chaos, most people choose to follow the crowd.
This group of reinforcements played a leading role.
Luke looked at the actions of the reinforcements and found it a bit tricky.
He had already thrown all the grenades he had brought with him, and the tactical level of the new arrivals was quite high.
While using those miscellaneous soldiers and cannon fodder to disperse and clear the way, they also positioned themselves at a safe distance, ready to take turns to cover the retreat at any time.
Luke’s shooting skills are very good, but as long as he kills three or five people, these guys will focus their fire on him.
Moreover, their retreat speed was not particularly fast, but it was not slow either.
Luke can kill at most half of them, and then they can all evacuate.
With the miscellaneous soldiers clearing the way, it would not be easy for him to stop the entire convoy with rockets.
Luke raised his eyebrows: The level of the reinforcements this time is quite high, close to the level of regularly trained troops. Dito's power is indeed extraordinary.
Unfortunately, it’s useless!
Dito is doomed to fail, and even Jesus cannot stop him! Luke said so.
At this moment, a pickup truck drove out from the corner.
Looking at the pickup truck, Luke's eyes rolled, he raised his hand and shot the gangster in the driver's seat dead, and the pickup truck crashed into the house next to it.
No one around cared about this minor car accident.
Luke quickly entered the house, fiddled with the pickup truck for a while, and came out with his new weapon.
Just when this group of people were regrouping and gaining momentum, several bandits facing the back door suddenly changed their expressions.
Several bandits who reacted quickly jumped to the side like a vicious dog eating shit, and then used their hands and feet to crawl to the hidden places on both sides.
On an SUV in the convoy over there, a burly man with a fierce look on his face was holding a walkie-talkie and shouting, "Don't delay any longer, retreat quickly. Go and clear the way, find a car and drive it, and give priority to finding a pickup truck with a machine gun... Fuxk! Why are you running!"
"Machine gun~" The bandit not far from his car's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and he crawled away desperately, pissing and shitting.
The big man was stunned for a moment, suddenly felt something was wrong, and turned his head sharply to look.
In an instant, he seemed to feel that the whole world had slowed down extremely.
A burly figure walked out from the corner of the wall behind them with heavy steps, and his footsteps stirred up layers of dust.
The big man's sharp eyesight was like slow motion, watching this man, the weapon in his hand that swayed slightly with his body, and the long belt of ammunition draped over the burly figure.
The big man's pupils suddenly contracted.
The burly figure on the opposite side actually moved very quickly. He walked to the middle of the road in a few steps, turned around and faced the convoy and the fifty or sixty bandits in front of the convoy.
"Sapris! Madame Fuck!" A loud roar full of black characteristics rang out, and all the gangsters trembled.
Except for the bandits who had already started to flee frantically, everyone else looked over subconsciously.
A hard, thick, black, and long gun barrel, a brutal battlefield weapon, a long golden bullet belt, and a burly figure standing on his front and back legs came into their sight.
The next moment, a dull roar completely different from that of a rifle was heard.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
A series of blood rains suddenly exploded among the bandits in the front.
To be more precise, it was countless bodies that were blown into pieces.
The big man who was giving orders was holding a walkie-talkie in his hand and yelling frantically: "Scatter, scatter! Machine gunners, fire back!"
It's too late.
The pickup truck machine gunner, who posed the greatest threat to Luke, subconsciously turned the muzzle of the machine gun a little, and his entire head disappeared, leaving only a blur of objects flying away.
Of course, a powerful weapon like a heavy machine gun should be destroyed first!
The first person Luke aimed at was the machine gunner.
After getting rid of the machine gunner, he used his arms to exert all his strength for a rare time. While firing, he quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun. The dense bursts of fire became a series, and he called out the names of the dozens of bandits in front of him one by one.
As the muzzle of the gun passed across the body of an SUV, his fingers moved slightly.
Boom boom boom!
The elegant muzzle of the heavy machine gun brings out an extremely smooth burst of fire.