379.
"pong."
The explosion sound of flash bombs is much smaller than that of high-explosive grenades, but the enemy's screams are even more shrill.
Their eyes had adapted to the weak light of the night, and the dazzling bright light produced by the flash bomb explosion immediately made their eyes feel burning and painful, and tears flowed out.
Zhao Qiang endured the severe pain in his thigh, threw the smoke bomb, waited for the smoke to dissipate, and jumped off the watchtower.
In mid-air, he twisted his waist to exert force and turned his body.
"Bang." He fell from a height of more than nine meters, and his back hit the ground hard.
The backpack on his back was in the middle. Even so, he was beaten to pieces, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
The whole body felt like it was falling apart, and no bone was no longer in severe pain.
Gritting his teeth covered with blood, he slowly got up from the ground. When these enemies recover from the temporary blinding effect of the flash bomb, they will surely die.
The gunshots on his legs were painful, and the blood that flowed out had stained his trouser legs blood red. But he didn't have time to check the injury, so he dragged himself back, missing a piece and got into the thick smoke of the smoke bomb.
When the mercenary recovered from the blinding state, he saw billowing smoke in front of his eyes. The angry mercenaries poured bullets on the watchtower crazily. The bullets directly smashed the bottom of the watchtower into a sieve, but not even a ghost was seen.
Someone in the crowd roared at the top of his lungs, and the crazy mercenaries immediately rushed towards the blasted door.
…
Zhang Fengping in the cave was holding an automatic rifle and staring at the bed.
The splashing cotton wool slowly fell down, and the entire cave was eerily quiet compared to the chaos outside, and you could hear a needle drop.
The man hiding on the other side of the bed made no movement for a long time, and Zhang Feng frowned slightly.
Suddenly realized something was wrong. "It's a scam!"
Zhang Feng quickly rushed to the bed. There was no one on the side. He quickly jumped down and used the muzzle of his gun to lift the sheets. He saw a dark hole under the bed.
"Mad, why did you forget this?" He muttered a curse and said quickly through the headset: "The leader of the Fire Ant Mercenary Group has run away. I will chase him now, so be careful."
Turning on the tactical flashlight, the light shone into the dark hole, and there was no time to think about it.
Then jump down.
His feet landed on the ground, surrounded by hard stone walls, and all he could clearly hear in his ears was the sound of running water.
There is only one way to go in the cave, and there are no forks, which saves Zhang Feng a lot of trouble.
The bright light of the tactical flashlight moves with the muzzle of the gun, illuminating the lurking field of vision.
This underground cave is winding and spiraling downward, sometimes wide, sometimes so narrow that it can only be passed by bending down or leaning sideways.
The entire cave is filled with the sound of water flowing. As you go down, the air becomes more humid, and the sound of water flowing becomes louder.
The most confusing thing is the sound of running water. In a bugged room, just open the faucet and amplify the water flow, and the sound can interfere with the monitoring equipment.
Zhang Feng chased forward quickly through the tunnel. Zhang Feng estimated that he had chased no less than 500 meters, but there was no trace of the man at all.
Could it be that there are other exits from this tunnel? Impossible. I chased them all the way and carefully noticed that this was the only passage with no forks.
Just as he was moving forward, Zhang Feng's mind suddenly thought of the police station, and a gust of evil wind blew up behind his head.
He didn't stop or turn around, but his body suddenly fell to the ground. At the same time, his legs used terrifying force to push the fallen body forward.
boom.
The crisp sound of the knife hitting the ground sounded behind Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly turned over, raised his gun and started shooting. At this time, a cold light flashed across the automatic rifle.
The tiger's mouth was numb, and the gun came out of his hand and hit the rock wall.
Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light that seemed to be real flashed through! He put his arm on the ground and slid back about two meters. He stood up from the ground and drew out the short knife.
The automatic rifle fell to the ground, and the tactical flashlight was still shining. With the help of the light, Zhang Feng could clearly see the man in front of him.
He is about the same height as Zhao Qiang at 1.9 meters. His body shape is stronger than Zhao Qiang and not much different than Johnson.
He was holding a broad-backed hunting knife in his hand. The blade shone coldly under the light and was at most thirty centimeters long.
The man's thick beard covered half of his face, and there was a hideous scar on his forehead that was as thick as a finger. Judging by the size and shape of the scar, it was a graze wound from a bullet.
"Who are you? Why
Why do you want to kill me? "The man hummed, his voice echoing in the cave.
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth also evoked a murderous sneer. If it weren't for the sharp gunshot just now, he would have turned into a cold corpse at this moment.
"Why did I kill you? Do I need a reason?"
Hearing this, the big man's mouth twitched twice, his neck twisted slightly and made a crisp sound.
Zhang Feng licked his lips. If his hearing had not been affected by the sound of water just now, this big man would not have had the chance to sneak up on him.
His arms shook slightly, and the backpack on his back fell to the ground. Zhang Feng moved his wrist slightly, holding the short knife in his hand horizontally.
Seeing Zhang Feng's movements, the big man took action first, using the hunting knife in his hand to slash Huashan from top to bottom.
Zhang Feng did not retreat. In a life-or-death fight, especially when the opponent had an advantage in terms of weapon length, once he retreated, he would definitely lose the opportunity.
Don’t retreat but advance! His body shot out, and he saw that the blade of the hunting knife was about to fall on his head. There was even a smile on the man's face, as if he had seen the enemy who sneaked up on him and had his head chopped off, with blood splashing freely.
At this critical moment, Zhang Feng's body suddenly moved half a step sideways, and the blade fell grazing his shoulder.
When he bullied himself into the big man's arms, the hunting knife in his hand not only failed to give full play to his advantage, but also became a liability because of its length!
The pitch-black dagger still showed no reflection even under the bright light of a tactical flashlight. The blade flashed rapidly...
The big man's body was in severe pain, and he stepped back continuously, while Zhang Feng pressed forward step by step, and his short sword did not stop at all! Zhang Feng's body stopped suddenly.
The big man took three steps back, his eyes full of pain, and blood gurgling from his mouth.
Finally, his eyes widened and his body slowly fell backwards. In just a few breaths, Zhang Feng left no less than twenty cuts on his body!
Seeing the hunting knife he dropped on the ground, he nodded slightly. Johnson's should be suitable, so he held it in his hand, collected the backpack and automatic rifle on the ground, and quickly returned to the original route.
…
Hidden in the dark, Johnson saw through the scope that the mercenaries were chasing them out crazily, with a smile on his lips. After lurking for so long, it was finally his turn to take action!
His finger firmly pulled the trigger, and his AK-47 without a silencer emitted violent gunfire...