Arcie attracted firepower in the direction of Hong Kong Island and almost emptied all the artillery shells she carried in the middle of the night. But her fierce behavior made the English guy who tried to encircle her completely lose his temper and reduce his morale to zero.
But in the direction of Kowloon Bay, the situation is different.
Zhou Qingfeng squatted on the roof of the building where the vault is located, holding an RT-20 anti-material rifle, aiming at the top floor of a high-rise commercial center about 400 meters away.
On the top floor, there was a two-person team of the Flying Tigers. A Remington M-700 sniper rifle fell behind the wall, and under the rifle was the body of a uniformed sniper.
Observing the hand against the wall, the chest rises and falls sharply. In front of him, the partner's head was completely gone, and his skull shattered like a burst. There was a blood stain on the top floor, barely discerning broken bones and brains.
Death is just a momentary thing.
The observer was still gasping, and there was a call from the intercom, "Eagle Eye No. 3, the eagle calls Eagle Eye No. 3. Are you in place? Please answer when you hear it."
Observe that the hand is shaking, and press the intercom call button on the harness on the chest. He said with a trembling voice of fear: "I am Hawkeye 3. We are in place."
"What happened?"
"A Shou is dead."
"what?"
"We just came up, Ah Shou just got the gun. I didn't have time to observe, a bullet came from the direction of the vault..." The observer choked, "There is a sniper on the other side, a very powerful sniper. He. It's on the top of the vault."
There was silence on the intercom.
The corner of the observer's eyes was crying, but after releasing the call button, he reached out to grab the M700 that his partner had dropped. But at the moment he touched the gun, a 20mm-caliber warhead shot from hundreds of meters away, breaking the outer wall of the roof.
The observation hand was hit by a heavy hammer, and the bullet was shot from under his left rib and shot out of his right chest. But he seemed to have encountered a crosscut, and apart from a splash of blood, his body was broken in two.
The RT-20 produced in Croatia uses a 20mm caliber ammunition. It is specially used for long-distance anti-equipment, it is no problem to deal with light armored vehicles, and it is easy to penetrate the wall.
Only the night wind roared on the roof.
A few seconds later, the walkie-talkie rang again, "Eagle Eye III, we order you to withdraw. Let someone else take over your mission. Hey, Eagle Eye III, you can withdraw now. Hello..."
Above the two corpses, a little fairy flashed its wings silently, reporting to Zhou Qingfeng that the enemy had been wiped out.
There is also a ghost floating around, constantly patrolling. Within five hundred meters of this dark night, there is nothing to hide from these invisible and innocent souls.
Zhou Qingfeng retracted his gun on the top of the vault, and his eyes swept in other directions. He didn't have any particularly good night vision devices, and he relied entirely on his own night vision ability and the help of strange maids and ghosts.
The power supply in the Kowloon Bay area was destroyed, and all the lights in the street houses were almost completely extinguished.
This is already a great convenience for Zhou Qingfeng. He knew that in the Black Forest, humans in the dark night had almost no combat effectiveness.
But the matter is not over.
Just north of the vault, behind a building about 500 meters away. Several Gurkha soldiers were playing with a light mortar under the cover of the building.
A cannonball flew out from the muzzle of the muzzle. After a few seconds, it fell from the air but opened a small parachute, and lit up a dazzling light—a flare.
On the roof of the unobstructed vault, Zhou Qingfeng flew away with a heavy RT-20 cat waist, and quickly left the original position. The vault has only five floors. Compared with the surrounding buildings of 20 or 30 floors, it is not very much. Good location.
Under the flares of hundreds of thousands of candlelight intensity, Zhou Qingfeng's shadow appeared very obvious. He had just moved, shooting dense bullets from a long distance a thousand meters away.
The roof of the treasury was hit with a puff-puff crater. It seems that the British guy is really hot and anxious, using heavy weapons in the residential area. This forced Zhou Qingfeng to jump from a five-story building more than 20 meters high and continue to move quickly after landing.
The first flare is about to fall and go out, but the second and third shots rise one after another. There is a bright hall around the vault, and there are no dead ends at 360 degrees.
The British have also learnt well and set up shooting positions on high-rise buildings at least a kilometer away. Attack Zhou Qingfeng from a distance from many directions.
"Meow, go find me the enemy who fired the flare." Zhou Qingfeng had nothing to do with the curved mortar. He really didn't prepare himself such a weapon for street fighting.
Black cat Miaomiao plays soy sauce by his owner all year round. After listening to the order, he recognizes the trajectory of the illuminating catapult, and rushes out to find the enemy's shelling position.
Zhou Qingfeng was temporarily forced to hide in the vault by the firepower of the machine guns fired from multiple angles, and he ordered the little fairies around him: "Go to the opponent's machine gun array and light them up with light dancing."
Pulling the bolt, another bullet was inserted into the barrel of the RT-20. This is a very strange-looking firearm. In order to relieve the huge recoil, it has a big reaction tube.
However, in addition to being heavy and difficult to operate, its accuracy is good, and its power is extremely large, suitable for use against lightly armored targets.
Miaomiao rushed hundreds of meters in the dark, and accurately found the mortar team hiding behind the building and firing flares. She pounced almost silently, and her sharp claws cut open the arteries of the main gunner's neck.
Warm blood splashed on the second gunner's face. He originally lowered his head to avoid the air wave of the projectile, but he could reach out and touch it, his palm was full of blood. When he looked up in surprise, he found that the British officer commanding the artillery group was falling down clutching his neck.
The flares that kept rising into the air gradually fell, but there was no replenishment, and darkness fell again. The several machine gun groups that set fire in the direction of the vault lost their targets and saw nothing.
Gurkha's machine gunners were waiting for the next flare up. But a machine gun crew suddenly found that his body was shining brightly for no reason-in the dark night, this was too conspicuous.
If you are found, you will be attacked.
There was a single burst of gunfire in the dark, even with the dullness of shelling. A large-caliber bullet came out of the barrel, surpassing a distance of one kilometer at a supersonic speed of more than 800 meters per second.
To the north of the vault, at the top of the 30th floor of a community. The four-man machine gun group was looking at each other, and the light on their bodies was too strange.
But the moment the light appeared, they lay on the roof alertly, thinking about what happened
Twenty-millimeter-caliber projectiles blasted and pierced through the floor slab more than ten centimeters thick. The reinforced concrete shattered and exploded, causing pain when hitting people.
But the four machine gunners were not accurately hit, and they remained basically calm. The group leader even shouted: "We have been found. Don't get up, just move back."
The exposed machine gun crew climbed back from the top of the floor, trying to climb to the stairwell. They are safe as long as they enter the stairwell. The long-range bullets didn't mean to let go, three or four rounds were fired one after another.
However, because of the viewing angle, Zhou Qingfeng only saw a little bright light, all blindly shooting. He was finally anxious, gritted his teeth and carried out a recoilless gun of Gustav M3.
"I don't believe me, I won't kill you." Zhou Qingfeng carried the'Gustav M3' and aimed at the top of the floor a kilometer away, where there was only the last glimmer of light.
Bang...
The barrel of the'Gustav M3' made a muffled noise. An 84mm anti-explosive grenade flew out at high speed and hit the target after about four seconds.
A ball of flame exploded on the roof and then went out.
I can't see anything in the dark, one kilometer is beyond the distance of the link network. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't contact the little fairy, and didn't know the damage effect of this shell.
However, after the shelling, several other machine gun groups that originally fired at the vault immediately became dumb. Even if a mortar team fired flares again later, they would rather shoot into the air than provoke an opponent who carried a cannon with them.
The shot just now was too accurate.
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