"After losing this one, there are three more!" Yu Zhiqian muttered to himself somewhat nervously. While taking out the grenade, after unplugging the insurance, he threw it directly at the gate.
After the grenade was thrown out, Yu Zhiqian quickly adjusted his posture, stretched his legs forward, wrapped his hands in a circle, leaned forward slightly, and the muzzle was slightly lowered. These black people blocked most of their bodies, but their calves and The feet are still exposed. The black militants may think that Yu Zhigan can't do anything about them, and probably don't know that there is a kind of equipment called a night vision device, which can clearly see their every move.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
After several bursts of shots, after every bullet shot out, a black man was shot in the leg and then wailed and fell to the ground. In the end, the black man carrying the huge "iron shield" was not spared, all of them were shot down. The ground, and the big iron plates they carried became the last straw that overwhelmed the blacks.
"Head, the fire on the opposite side is a bit fierce, we can't get in!" The attack was blocked again. The black man did not dare to rush into the gate. Several people died when they entered. The gate seemed to be a cannibal. Every shot It's terrible to have a companion falling down!
"Drive in, you drive in, the hole is so big, what are you afraid of when you drive in!" Bowers was stomped in anger, wishing to rush in by himself, but reason told him that he should not take the lead in rushing in, otherwise I would die miserably.
At this moment, an explosion sounded, and the grenade that Yu Zhigan lost exploded. The dying black man who had been under the iron plate swallowed the last bite, and the black man outside the door remembered himself after Powers’ touch. It seemed that there was such a thing as a car, and someone immediately jumped into the car.
"Get out, get out, drive in!" Bowers yelled, keeping his men out of the way and making a wide enough road for the charge.
"Buzz..."
The old-fashioned pickup truck was very noisy. Just after it started, Yu Zhiqian heard clearly in the yard, silently, it seemed that black people weren't very stupid. He knew that he couldn't fill it with human lives. He started to change his mind and knew how to use tools. .
Squinting his eyes, where the gun was facing the gate, a dazzling light shot out from the hole. Yu Zhigan's eyes had become a line. He looked at the black man approaching the gate and pulled the trigger. This time it was not a burst. It is blasting.
Almost within ten seconds, all the bullets were taken out. After a shuttle of bullets lighted up, Yu Zhiqian quickly turned to the left and rolled more than ten laps continuously, and only then did it take off from the ground. When he got up, the driver in the car must have been killed by himself, but the speed of the car did not slow down and rushed towards the sandbag shelter.
There was still a black man hidden behind the pickup truck. After the vehicle rushed through the gate, he stood up, holding an old-fashioned submachine gun, and randomly strafing at the factory, attacking any position he felt might have an enemy.
The first car entered the factory. Although the driver died, the second car and the third car also drove in. The black man finally rushed into the factory and successfully broke through the first layer of defense.
After entering the factory, although the black people were very excited, they were not overwhelmed. After yelling a few words, they all shrank around the vehicle, afraid to show their heads, fearing that the ghostly gunman would kill him with a single shot.
Yu Zhiqian lay on the ground and carefully moved his position twice. After removing the empty magazine and throwing it away, he took out a new magazine from a flowerbed behind him. After it was filled, he did not choose to shoot with AK. , But took out the M1911 pistol he carried with him, and carefully installed the silencer.
In the dark, Yu Zhiqian wore black clothes and moved on the ground a little bit, looking for a suitable location, staring at the armed men who entered the factory. It is impossible for these blacks to find Calle for the time being. They all hid in the factory. In the basement of the factory, in order to prevent Yu Zhigan from betraying them, he didn't even tell Yu Zhigan that the entrance was hidden. Yu Zhigan also accidentally discovered that in the factory, there are only intruders and Yu Zhigan, and the stage is huge.
"Search! Find everyone and kill them!" Bowers finally took a brave step. After half of the people entered the factory safely, he followed closely behind. The first thing to do when entering the factory was to send People went to search the factory.
For this group of black people, the most favorite thing is to search the factory. As for the enemies in the factory, maybe they have been scared away by them? After hearing the order, no one pushed or shoved them, and they scattered in groups.
After watching the black people spread out and walk in different directions, Yu Zhiqian slowly stood up, stepped back a few steps, and disappeared into the darkness, holding a dagger in his left hand and a silencer pistol in his right, following him. Behind the three blacks, ready to find a chance to start.
Yu Zhiqian's waist was arched and his back was tight, like a cat about to enter a fighting state. At this time, if he shoots, he will jump out at an instant speed much faster than when he walks upright.
Three black people stood in a row, looking like they had undergone some simple training, holding guns, and pushing forward a little bit. When they walked to the utility room next to the factory, one person would open the door and two on guard. It looks like a regular army.
Yu Zhiqian followed them at a distance of about seven or eight meters. Under the cover of the dark night, the black did not find Yu Zhiqian. With the help of night vision, he could see the whereabouts of the black clearly.
The two blacks stood at the door talking quietly, and the blacks in the room also replies with two sentences from time to time, using the local blacks, except for the locals, outsiders could not understand what they were talking about.
Following them, Yu Zhiqian stopped when he was about three or four meters away from the utility room. If he walked further, he would be spotted by the black man. Looking at the two black people in front of the door, Yu Zhiqian slowly shot the pistol. The pinpoint was aimed at the head of the black man on the left, and he gently pulled the trigger. After a slight gunshot, the black man fell to the ground.
Yu Zhiqian took a vigorous step and sprinted forward. Before the black man on the right of the door could react, he was already stuck in front of him, and the dagger was inserted directly into the back of the black man's heart from his back. With a twist, he pulled out the dagger, bringing out a piece of blood.
The black man in the utility room heard the movement and whispered about the black man outside, but he didn't get any response. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After his Adam's apple moved up and down, he raised his gun and walked carefully to the door: "Ha Special, can you hear me?"
"Don't play pranks, or wait until I'm out to make you look good!" The black man spoke aloud to embolden himself, while slowly walking out of the door, but when he stepped out of the door, Yu Zhigan had already taken action. Grasping the handguard under the barrel of the black man with his left hand, he lifted it forcefully, and the pistol in his right hand was pressed against the black man's chest and pulled the trigger three times.
Before dying, the black militant pulled the trigger and all the bullets hit the air. After a series of rapid gunfire stopped, Yu Zhiqian released his left hand without stopping, and once again sneaked into the darkness, looking for it. A prey. (End of this chapter)