The girl's expression was extremely bad, and there were tears on her face. It was really difficult for me to let him move with us, so I simply asked Wei Lao to stay, so that he could take care of her and the armored vehicle.

We huddled in the small personnel compartment of the armored vehicle and began to prepare to plan our revenge.

"It's not an easy task to take down their base camp," Wei Lao said, pointing to the map. "They have a certain personnel base, but they don't have much combat experience. And they also have firearms and counterattack capabilities."

"It's not that difficult." I calmly drew a small circle on the map with a broken pencil. The circled place happened to be their "barracks." Then, I added: "We just need to take advantage of them while they are still there."

When there is no reaction, use armored vehicles to ram open their barracks, then get out and massacre most of their capable people, then the next battle will be much easier."

"What about the elite guards in the church? They are ruthless guys armed with standard weapons, and they are not easy to deal with." Lao Lan asked a very crucial question.

So I pretended to drag my chin and think, and then looked at the two RPG-7 rocket launchers standing quietly next to the weapons arsenal. "What do you think we should do?" I asked.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Lao Lan asked, holding the rocket launcher.

"What they did to those civilians before, we will do it back and imitate them." I smiled coldly and added: "We ran directly into the camp where they lived and destroyed it.

Flatten it. Then get off."

Everyone looked at me with extremely determined eyes, waiting for my final command:

"Then kill!"

I placed the girl on the crew seat of the dilapidated armored vehicle and began to rearrange the equipment. I thought it was time to settle the score with them.

It is not difficult to find the so-called "rat's nest". I also know that the road conditions in this area are extremely complicated. If you want to drive an armored vehicle straight into the camp, it is simply harder than climbing to the sky. Look at the dilapidated buildings all over the ground.

The old bricks and broken tiles make it difficult for you to tell whether anyone has lived in them before. If you want to take a shortcut and pass through in a straight line, you must break through these broken bricks and earthen walls, and break through these rusty guardrails filled with weeds.

Grassy slopes.

To be honest, this armored vehicle can't do it. In other words, Wei Lao's driving skills can't do it. Apart from being able to drive forward, backward, and turn a corner, he can't do anything else. Let alone push the wall with brute force.

, swept across illegal buildings and so on.

As for those gangsters wearing simple equipment, I have never taken them seriously. Because of the special policies and measures in Dongcheng District and Nancheng District, except for military and police units, other civilians are prohibited from owning firearms. This means that

Our enemies are all fighting us with cold weapons. Of course, this is my guess. Many of them have also snatched good weapons from other military management areas. But most of them are .22 caliber pistols.

Mainly, there are very few standard-standard ammunition. So I am not worried that their warheads will cause any great damage to me.

I changed the armor plate and replaced the PE one with a steel level three police armor plate. I also replaced the helmet with an m88 Kevlar bulletproof helmet. The reason for this is very simple. I just want to increase the protective area.

It is more effective in preventing the damage caused by the .22 warhead to the surface of my flesh. So I traveled lightly and abandoned my backpack. The magazine was filled with magazines from the Type 79 submachine gun. There were no unnecessary bells and whistles, only the persistence of revenge.

I was responsible for cleaning up the main combatants and assault. Lao Lan was responsible for fire support and massacre with rocket launchers. Wei Lao stayed in the armored vehicle to meet us at any time and supply weapons and ammunition. Everything was ready, all he needed to do was to die.

We are all ready, and now we are preparing to attack the church halfway up the mountain.

The location of the church is very obvious. There are no redundant buildings or messy furnishings around it. There are only artificial fences and blocking walls. When we drove in front of them in a big way, some of the looters were still intoxicated by beer and alcohol.

In the midst of the intoxication, someone finally shouted "Someone is coming!" from the mountainside before they even looked at us.

As a result, these people thought we were traveling with them and regarded us as a vehicle returning after a successful plunder. It was really ironic.

So, we brute force broke through their guardrails, mercilessly crushed their guards under the tires of armored vehicles, and finally hit their temporary camp mobile homes, knocking their belongings to pieces.

Eight pieces.

There was a loud bang, and the front of the armored vehicle collapsed the simple movable wall. The wall and steel bars crushed the looters who were still resting behind them to death. Finally, when someone reacted, the armored vehicle's

The big tire had already crushed him into two pieces.

"What's going on! You bunch of pigs! What are you doing..."

I sealed his mouth with a bullet, and the warhead blew off his mouth and the back of his head with a pop. When they realized that the person who jumped out of the armored vehicle was an enemy, it was already too late.

We began our revenge plan. When we jumped out of the armored vehicle, we began to mercilessly slaughter the looters in front of the camp. We had no mercy at all. The mistakes they made were no different from those of the prisoners.

These people once suddenly attacked the camps where others had survived, attacking their right to survive the misfortune. But now, we are following the same example, without unnecessary explanations or troublesome introductions. Along the way, I have all my firepower.

Open, and Lao Lanwei shoots in a row at the enemies trying to attack us.

One second they were drinking wine and singing songs, and the next second their blood was stained with beer on the ground.

These poor guys, whether they are hiding behind wooden boards or next to cars, the 7.62 warhead can almost penetrate these fragile bunkers and kill the enemies behind the bunkers.

I used up two magazines, but there was nothing I could do about it. The 79 submachine gun had a very high rate of fire, and the recoil was not small. To be honest, I couldn't suppress the force, so I simply pointed it directly in front of me.

The figure was shot at once. The effect of this was rude and wasteful, but it was also very effective. Within a few minutes, we had cleared all the enemies in front of the church, leaving only blood and tragedy on the scene.

Accompanied by screams, I kicked open the door of the church and eliminated all the enemies that were already ambushing in the church. It was very simple. I cut off their power, and while I kicked the door, Lao Lan and I threw them inside.

A shock bomb and a smoke bomb were fired. When the smoke filled the small church, the sound that sounded in the church was the sound of Lao Lan's shoulder-mounted rocket launcher being launched.

I didn't see the light of the explosion, I only heard the violent explosion, as fierce as the firecrackers during the New Year. The rest was the screams and roars of excruciating pain.

I fired violently at the seats and tables. Then I quickly took out the magazine, changed the ammunition and continued firing. The bullets were like rows of plowing machines, cutting the weeds all the way.

When the two of us walked out of the smoke and the smoke gradually disappeared, what appeared in our field of vision were just rows of corpses and disabled people with only a few breaths left. I looked around and didn't find the man named Gao Long in this camp.

The leader. So I angrily picked up Lucky Man, who was still alive on the ground, and asked:

"Where is your boss!"

He didn't answer, but rolled his eyes and showed disdain for me.

I threw him aside and picked up another guy on the ground who was only breathing. This time, I pointed the ax at his arm, tried my best to put on a very ferocious expression, and shouted:

"Where is your boss!"

He was breathing hard, as if he had asthma, and his face was full of painful wrinkles, like ripples of volcanic lava, rising and falling. I waited for his answer, waited for him to breathe, waited for him

Tell me the answer I want.

His throat moved and the muscles around his mouth began to move. I thought he was going to give me the answer I wanted, until he spoke:

"Pooh!"

This was when he used his last strength to spit at me. I was furious at my humiliation, so I picked up an ax and cut his throat and threw him towards the pile of corpses.

I shouted towards the empty church: "Where is your boss!"

"Where is your boss!"

The only thing that responds to me is my own reply.

"Where is your boss!"

I looked around, trying to find the human figure. But apart from the corpses, there were only lingering people and rotten flesh that had been torn apart by the explosion. It made people want to kneel on the ground and vomit.

Then, applause came from the empty church.

"Very well, no matter how you hide your anger, these are murderous tactics."

I turned my head suddenly, originally thinking that what I saw was the camp leader named Gao Long, but what I didn't expect was that what I saw was that weird man in a white suit, almost two meters tall.

He still maintained a sense of mystery, as if he was covered with a thin black curtain. I looked at him, and the white suit was stained with shocking bright red blood, but the smile mask always maintained a sharp smile.

Metallic cold light.
Chapter completed!