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"Brother Feng, I caught him!"
Johnson's voice reached Zhang Feng's ears through the headset.
"Well done."
Said with praise, Zhang Feng's forward body stopped suddenly, turned around on the spot, raised his gun, aimed, and shot!
Continuous movements, quick and steady, without any sloppiness.
Aim, lock on the armed man carrying a personal rocket launcher in the crowd, and steadily pull the trigger with your finger.
'boom'.
As the gunfire rang out, the armed man carrying the rocket launcher was shot in the head. He fell to the ground without even a scream. He was already dead and could not die anymore.
After Zhang Feng finished shooting, his body immediately fell to the side. When he landed, he put his palms on the ground and rolled, his body got into the waist-deep weeds.
Bullets roared over like raindrops, covering the position where he had just stood to shoot.
At the critical moment, if his body movements were even half a beat slower, he would probably be smashed into pieces by the dense bullets.
Zhang Feng, who was hiding in the grass, had a murderous sneer on his lips.
The mysterious gunman hiding in the dark fell into Johnson's hands, and he killed the last individual rocket launcher with one shot, and his danger was completely exposed.
But these are far from enough!
These bastards will have to pay the price if they hunted him down!
Without the mysterious gunman behind to guide the pursuers, Zhang Feng made them completely lose their target after a few ups and downs.
Zhang Feng in the darkness was like a swimming black mamba, with its sharp and venomous fangs revealed ferociously.
He was not retreating, but moving sideways towards the large group of pursuers.
And these pursuers completely turned into blind men in the dark night. They no longer dared to pursue recklessly forward, but moved forward cautiously.
"Johnson, you lead the gunmen to retreat to a safe area first. I will come find you in a moment and obey the order." Zhang Feng said in a low voice.
"Yes!" Johnson didn't resist this time.
He dragged the gunman who was bound and gagged with one hand on the ground and quickly retreated to a safe area in the distance.
The body slightly leaned out of the grass, the holographic infrared sight in his hand had been turned on, and the silencer was installed on the muzzle of the gun.
The muzzle of the gun locked firmly on the team.
There was a middle-aged man with a bald head and a mustache. His mouth kept opening and closing, so he must be a commander in the team.
"Poof." A low gunshot sounded. The middle-aged man's body twitched, and the bullet penetrated his temple. The finger-thick hole of the gun oozed blood crazily, and his body fell limply to the ground, splattering out. The blood immediately dyed the bodies of several people around him red.
The armed men quickly turned around and faced the direction of the bullets, but where were the enemies? Not even a ghost.
All they can do is pull the trigger angrily and pour bullets.
Taking the initiative was in vain, because Zhang Feng quickly moved to the next shooting location after shooting.
While they were still firing to vent their fear, Zhang Feng's body leaned out from the other side, and the M4A1 in his hand opened fire again.
An armed man shook his body twice and then collapsed to the ground. The bullet shot out of his left eye, directly shattering the eyeball, shattering the brain tissue, and then flew from the back of the head.
The powerful bullet was shot from the back of his head, causing a scar as big as the mouth of a bowl.
He fell to the ground, and the flow of blood immediately dyed the weeds and soil around him bright red.
The militants became completely frightened. Although they only killed two people, they had no idea where their opponents were hiding.
This situation makes them extremely depressed. They don't know when the other party will appear, they don't know in which direction the other party will appear, and they don't know if they will be the next to die!
Everyone's thoughts were in their throats, and in the extremely silent night sky, only the heavy breathing could be heard one after another.
Everyone was holding a gun and looking for where Zhang Feng was hiding among the endless weeds.
Zhang Feng, who was hiding in the dark, did not show up to shoot in a hurry. He worked slowly and carefully. Killing was not an easy task.
Sun Tzu's Art of War says: Attack the city from the bottom, and attack the heart from the top. To use Zhang Feng's own dirty words, if he didn't kill these fools, he would be completely sorry for being hunted by them for so long!
The less they can see the enemy, the greater the psychological pressure on these pursuers. Everyone's face is full of anxiety.
Finally, someone couldn't bear it any longer. Holding an AK-47, he started shooting wildly at the endless weeds.
The dense bullets shoot the weeds
After breaking off, it burrowed into the soil, leaving craters.
Seeing this situation, the time was ripe. Zhang Feng sprang out from the grass again, his legs suddenly exerted force, his body jumped out horizontally, and the automatic rifle in his hand fired continuously.
After the body landed on the ground, it rolled. After standing up, it lowered its body and disappeared into the grass again.
Continuous burst shooting, five rounds of bullets, resulted in the lives of three people!
For the ghostly Zhang Feng, these pursuers have no way at all. If they wait like this, they will only slowly be eaten away.
Someone in the crowd finally shouted: "Retreat, let's retreat!"
There was a complete response, and the cheering crowd began to slowly retreat. The people in front were responsible for clearing the way, while the people behind were carefully on guard with their guns in hand.
They were not allowed to evacuate from the battlefield so easily. Zhang Feng continued to wander and asked them to drop four or five corpses again before giving up the pursuit!
"Johnson, bring the gunman and approach me." Zhang Feng said while hiding in the grass.
"Okay, Brother Feng." Johnson agreed.
Zhang Feng did not stay where he was and waited, but moved closer to the corpse that the other party had just left behind.
The other party faced him and Zhao Qiang in the car, and Johnson and others chased him. After leaving the city, he still pursued him, making it clear that he would put himself to death and his brothers would be driven away and killed.
No revenge? That's not Zhang Feng's character. It's the principle of life to be careful about every penny.
After a quick inspection of several corpses, all of them were wearing rags and rags, but nothing was found. Finally, Zhang Feng's eyes stopped on the individual rocket launcher left by the opponent!
Former Soviet RPG-7 40mm rocket launcher!
The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched twice, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more intense.
He already knew the identities of those who wanted to kill him.
The last time I drove Zhao Qiang's van to check the terrain, I was attacked by a rocket launcher and almost killed myself.
The rocket launcher seized at that time was the RPG-7 40mm rocket launcher made in the former Soviet Union.
It seems that it was the same group of people both times, the fire ant mercenary group!
"Humph, it's really haunting. This fire ant is everywhere! Mad, if I don't crush you, this ant looking for death, it will be difficult for me to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"