The gunfire alarmed the unresolved soldiers, and the chaos had not yet arisen, but there was no way to continue the assassination quietly.
The infiltrating special forces knew what was wrong as soon as they heard the gunshots. When they saw the alarmed target, they did not panic because of this, but gestured to each other. Then, K7 leaped and rolled towards the iron bottom deck. The person has hidden in the corner.
He glanced at it, and stared at a wire.
Pointing to it, and making a horizontal gesture, the two comrades X and Y nodded slightly, K7 destroyed the wire, and the two comrades Y and X sneaked forward several meters at a very fast speed.
It did not stop, and dived a few meters ahead, and the special soldiers next to them also dived a few meters. If the distance they traveled in a straight line, then everyone would divide the straight line into several sections, and the sections were all guarded. Just wait for the enemy to come over and kill them one by one.
No one asked why there was a gunshot suddenly, and no one asked if anyone was injured, because they simply didn't have time to ask about these things!
If someone is injured or killed... I can only accept it!
This in itself is an action with mortality. The suicide note has been written, and whoever fails to return it will be sent out.
"Stick, pedal, pedal..."
Countless footsteps came, and the front K7 flicked his fingers into the headset continuously, telling his comrades to prepare for battle.
The illegal militants who ran over found that the lights were off, and they slowed down. In the darkness, the sound of the bullet being loaded can be clearly heard.
The gunshots aroused their vigilance, but they did not notice that the bottom compartment had been invaded.
After all, there has never been a foreigner here, and their leader once said that it is safer than the damned presidential residence in Libya.
"What happened before! Sentry, Sentry!"
Someone yelled.
Immediately afterwards, someone replied "My pistol misfired", making Xia Jinyuan, who was panting and wrapping his arm band to stop bleeding, couldn't help laughing.
If the little fox was there, she would speak more eloquently.
His arm was hit by a pistol bullet, not penetrating, and the bullet remained in the muscles. Even if he lifted his arm slightly, his muscles were tight.
Xu was thinking of Ye Jian, and Xia Jinyuan felt inexplicably that even the pain seemed to be relieved a lot.
This is a bloody battle, and even... a bloody battle of mortality, even as the captain, he doesn't know if he can leave alive.
Kuro Kesardin is a small but definitely not small leader of illegal Libyan militants. There is also a big brother above him, and that guy is the real leader.
The Libyan government has always wanted to kill the two brothers. They have been thinking about it for more than ten years, but they have no ability or opportunity to kill the two brothers.
After thinking for more than ten years, what should be achieved today must also be achieved.
"How, can you still carry it?"
G3, who was approaching, asked in a low voice, he was very bloody, he had his own as well as the enemy, and his painted face was even more blood-stained, and even the two eyebrows were glued with blood. Two hard eyebrows drawn by a clumsy makeup artist.
Xia Jinyuan finished the last step by gritting the straps with his teeth. He smiled coldly and said, "You can carry it until you leave alive. Have you all been cleaned up?"
"Sure to get out alive, not many!"
At the corner of G3's mouth, there was a cold smile in his eyes.
The air below the bottom compartment is getting worse and worse, and the sticky bloody smell permeates every corner. The fight has already begun. The illegal militants who entered the ambush of the special forces finally discovered that they had been invaded here.