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As Zhang Feng's position was exposed, the militants quickly surrounded him, and there were gunmen watching in the darkness.
Seeing that it might not be that easy to rush over to support Johnson and Zhai Qiang, he whispered while running: "Er Qiangzi, where are you now?"
"Brother Feng, I'll be there soon." Zhao Qiang's voice came from the headset.
"Okay! I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with them in a while. You support Johnson and get them two out. Then you retreat quickly. Don't worry about me. I'll escape as I please! After you return to the house, you guys Don’t go anywhere, just stay at home and wait for my news.”
"Q… "
Zhao Qiang still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Feng: "Er Qiangzi, don't say anything. Although your life, brother Feng, is not valuable, it is not something that ordinary people can take away. You listen to me Just order it.”
Gritting his teeth hard, Zhao Qiang said in a deep voice: "Yes!". In his heart, the lives of all people together, including his own, were not as important as Zhang Feng's life alone.
If Zhang Feng hadn't given orders again and again, he would have even given up supporting Qiang Sen and Zhai Qiang and rushed to find Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng did not continue to choose to rush in the opposite direction to support Johnson and Zhai Qiang, but turned back the same way.
After turning back, he did not get rid of the enemy quickly. Instead, he kept shooting in the darkness, always firmly pulling the distance between the place behind him and himself!
The result of this was that the person who was hiding in secret to intercept him had to rush out from the hiding place and chase Zhang Feng who was retreating.
No longer hiding in secret, their advantage is gone. Once they move, they make noise. Zhang Feng's keen hearing can play its greatest role.
Not a single sound was lost from Zhang Feng's ears. By judging these sounds, he could quickly locate the enemy.
The M4A1 in his hand completely turned into a killing machine in the dark. Every time he fired, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground would be heard in the darkness, as well as the sound of tearing but short screams.
After firing once, Zhang Feng moved quickly, never being in the same position again.
The shooting location was chosen for the second time, and there was no pattern at all in the shooting location.
Bullets poured towards him crazily, but all returned in vain.
Licking his dry lips, Zhang Feng said slowly: "Mike, haven't the government troops taken action yet?"
"Brother Feng, the government troops completed their assembly five minutes ago, but they have no intention of leaving the station!" Mike arrived quickly.
I cursed in my heart, no wonder Ludawang was in such confusion. As a state machine, the government army turned a deaf ear to the conflicts happening under its noses. Such behavior is a complete indulgence of terrorist incidents and violent conflicts.
Rather than saying they are government troops, it would be more accurate to call them a cleaning brigade. After all, their only role is to clean the battlefield when the fighting subsides.
"Mike, once the government troops are dispatched, let us know immediately!" Although he cursed in his heart, he could not ignore the government troops.
"I understand Brother Feng, if they are dispatched, I will notify you immediately!"
"Da da da!" A series of bullets roared towards Zhang Feng and landed on the earthen wall at the corner where he was hiding.
The bullets left deep craters the size of a thumb, and splashed rocks flying everywhere.
Looking around, there were places on both sides to rush over. Zhang Feng put his feet on the wall in front of him and suddenly lifted his body to climb over the top of the wall.
The armed men who rushed from both ends looked at the wall when they saw that there was no one in the alley.
Two people squatted on the ground to serve as stepping stones, while the other two militants threw their guns behind their backs and climbed up the wall on the stepping stones.
As soon as their bodies climbed up, they saw a dark muzzle.
"Ah!" A sharp cry suddenly sounded.
Zhang Feng pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes narrowed with murderous intent! After climbing over the wall, he didn't run away at all. He just waited under the wall. Sure enough, someone who didn't know how to live or die climbed up.
The sharp screams stopped suddenly because gunshots rang out!
Zhang Feng quickly pulled the trigger, and the two militants who climbed up to the wall were shot in the center of their eyebrows. Half of their heads were knocked off, and their bodies fell backwards, while large amounts of blood and brains were shed.
Without any hesitation, he took off the two grenades hanging on his body and started
Throw it over the top of the wall.
After throwing it over, Zhang Feng turned around and ran for a few steps, then pounced forward and crawled directly to the ground.
The enemy behind the wall was still in shock that his two companions were directly shot in the head, and saw two black 'iron eggs' flying down from above their heads.
They naturally knew what this game was about, and they immediately became panicked.
There was no place to hide in the narrow alley. The more panicked they became, the more crowded they became in the alley.
One of the armed men reacted very quickly. He screamed and rushed to a grenade, picked it up, rounded his arms and was about to throw it out.
The grenade even came out of his hand, and the next second the grenade exploded right above his head.
The powerful force gave him no chance to feel any pain. His head, neck, and even his waist were all reduced to rubble by the explosion.
Blood, blurred pieces of flesh, and bone residue were splashing everywhere, like rain!
Another grenade exploded almost at the same time, right in the middle of the crowd.
There was a loud noise of "Boom!"
Human life seems extremely fragile at this time, and the shock wave of the explosion and flying shrapnel are both fatal.
People who die instantly are lucky because they don't have to feel inhuman pain.
And those who were 'lucky' to survive the explosion, without exception, none survived.
"Ah!" Heartbreaking, hysterical screams suddenly sounded crazily in the alley.
An armed man stood up with his head in confusion, holding on to the wall, but as soon as he took a step, he fell directly to the ground. The kneecap of his right leg was directly severed by shrapnel, with only a layer of skin still attached.
The pain was so severe that his nerves were numb and he didn't even feel it.
At this moment, he fell to the ground, staring at his broken leg, and blood spurted out from the wound like water.
There was another militant who got up from the ground and roared heart-breakingly. His legs and hands were intact, and there were no wounds on his torso, but his screams were louder than anyone else!
His left eyeball was pierced by shrapnel, and the eyeball with the shrapnel inserted in it was hanging outside the eye socket.
And this eyeball was gouged out with his own fingers because he couldn't bear the severe pain!