"grass!"
Yu Zhiqian felt as if his chest was hammered heavily by a hammer, and instantly he felt out of breath, as if he had hit his chest with a thousand catties, his body took two steps back uncontrollably, and at the same time A bullet flew over Yu Zhigan's arm.
The bullet violently rotated in the air, rubbed, and carried a huge amount of heat, directly tore Yu Zhigan’s arm open a bloody mouth, but then it was baked at high temperature, and the wound was rolled up like a barbecue. It gives off a slight meaty aroma.
"Suck!"
Yu Zhiqian fell to the ground and exhausted his last strength to hide behind a bunker. He looked at his chest. A warhead had been deformed and twisted into his body armor. Although the wound on his arm was not serious, But it affects the activities of his left hand.
"Look down at these black people!"
Yu Zhigan got up from the ground. He really underestimated this group of blacks. Although he had been abused and killed by his own various fancy ways, but how to say he was a rebel in Namibia for a long time, and he still had a certain fighting capacity, at least they said. His marksmanship is not the same as the belief in marksmanship of ordinary blacks.
"I hit him, I hit him!" a black man shouted loudly, very excited, he was sure, very sure, that he hit the demon.
"Have you hit? The three of you went over and took a look, and the others stared at me to death!"
Hearing that his men had hit Yu Zhiqian, Bowers immediately issued a new order and prepared to let people do it, but instinctively told himself that although his men had hit the target, they were not necessarily killed. Although the person was shot, Basically, he lost the ability to fight, but Bowers was deeply afraid that Yu Zhiqian would be pulled into the water by himself before he died.
Yu Zhiqian leaned on the wall, fumbled from the flowerbed next to him, took out a new magazine, reloaded the bullets, and touched his chest. Now he is a little slower, but he is sure that his chest cavity There must be some problems internally, and I can't breathe.
However, the black people did not give Yu Zhigan more time. The three formed an arrow forward formation. They were already close to Yu Zhigan, the distance was getting closer, and the footsteps were getting louder and louder.
Taking a smoke bomb from his waist belt, Yu Zhiqian bit off the tab with his mouth, and then gently dropped it with his left hand weakly. After the smoke bomb rolled on the ground two times, it fell in the distance. Far away.
The smoke bomb slammed on the ground, making a crisp metal crashing sound. It was about to get close to Yu Zhiqian and the three black people ran back like soldiers: "Grenade, grenade!"
Listening to the exaggerated yelling of the black man, Yu Zhigan gave a cold snort, glanced at his wound, and made sure it would not affect his ability to move too much. The cat stood up again with his waist, his chest still a little stuffy, and the tip of his tongue a little fishy. But there will be nothing in a short time. After the battle is over, you must check it. The ghost knows if it will hemorrhage internally.
"Puff!"
The explosion that the black expected did not sound, but the unique sound of the smoke bomb. A white smoke rose rapidly from the metal shell of the smoke bomb. Only then did the black militant react, and he seemed to have been tricked. Up.
"Damn it, it's not a grenade, it's a smoke bomb, shoot it at the smoke bomb, don't let him run away!"
After watching the smoke rise, Bowers immediately screamed anxiously. At the same time, he couldn't wait to open his head to see what was in it. Is it clear that the grenade and the smoke bomb are not clear
The black man who received the order immediately turned to the smoke grenades and started shooting. Several people almost emptied the bullets within five seconds, and then began to replace the magazines. When their gunfire stopped, Yu Zhigan stood up. He got caught in the smoke and ran to the back. He couldn't be tough with these black people. He was injured and had to be outsmart first.
But Yu Zhiqian had just entered the smoke, and gunshots rang out behind him, and he saw Bowers holding an AK in his hand and putting it on his waist, constantly shooting into the smoke.
"I'm grass, are the IQs of these black people online?" After Yu Zhiqian heard the gunshots, he quickened his pace and ran back. After Bowles emptied the bullets, he quickly replaced the magazines and watched. His subordinates have to prepare to shoot again: "Aren't you going to shoot separately? Do you shoot one by one? The bullets are all out, not giving him a chance to escape!"
After cursing, he emptied all the magazines that he had just replaced. The rest of the black men were so scared by Bowers that they looked at each other and did not dare to shoot indiscriminately. They froze in place, and Bowers directly smashed his butt on the spot. On the head of one of them: "Let you shoot, what are you doing in a daze!"
Several black people were very aggrieved. They fired and scolded themselves just now. Now they are not firing and hitting themselves, whether they fired or not!
Just when the black people were at a loss, Yu Zhiqian finally walked around to the area behind the factory building, moved his body slightly, and through the smoke bombs, he saw several black people standing still at a loss. The gun was raised, and the trigger was pulled slightly.
No hit, a target less than 50 meters away, and a fixed target, missed a hit, and left hand injury had a great impact on Yu Zhiqian. After pulling the trigger, his fingers would shake, affecting accuracy.
The bullet flew over the black man’s head. This man is Bowers. Hearing the sound of the air breaking in his ears, he immediately lay on the ground, sweating all over his body. Just now, he almost went to see him. The gods.
"Isn't he injured? He can still fight so accurately if he is injured!" Bowers retreated in his heart at this time. The man was really terrifying, whether it was combat power, resilience, and various abilities, None of them can be dealt with by themselves.
If it hadn't been for the fact that there were more people under his own hands, now he might have become a corpse. When he thought of Yu Zhigan's fascinating body and various strange assassination methods, Bowers shuddered.
"I really hit the head. I can see it clearly. I shot him in the chest. I don't lie to you. I can see it clearly!" Followed to lie down to explain.
"Then tell me why he was able to shoot and almost shot me in the head. You got a shot in the chest, won't you die?"
"Head, maybe, maybe, he is not alone, maybe there are many others!"
Hearing this sentence, Bowers was stunned for a moment. Yes, there may be more than one person on the other side. In case there are others, he looked around and immediately felt very dangerous. He quickly crawled behind the bunker: "Go, Retreat, retreat! Burn the factory, burn it all!"
Bowers decisively issued the order to retreat, and at the same time did not forget his mission. He burned the entire factory. There was a lot of prepared gasoline on the vehicles in the factory gate, which only needed to be spilled in the factory. The factory was burned in a fire. (End of this chapter)