"Fire!"

When Zhuang Shikai saw several armed men appearing at the corner of the stairs, he immediately shouted loudly and let out a roar! "Fire!"

"fire!"

Roaring suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Immediately, the barrel of the automatic rifle moved, bullets continued to advance, and fierce fire rushed out of the muzzle.

"Da da da!"

The weapons of civilization roar.

The brutal killing begins.

The commander of the Flying Tiger Squadron, Zhuang Shikai, fired quickly and instantly killed all the militants who appeared around the corner!

The yellow bullet penetrated the opponent's chest and skull, exploding red blood and dyeing the white turban red!

One of the elements of actual combat is to shoot as large a area of ​​the chest as possible to ensure shooting accuracy and killing efficiency.

However, occasionally a ricochet hit the head, which is also a common occurrence in actual combat.

The armed men at the corner didn't even have a chance to grab. They immediately gave out all their strength, grabbed their weapons and collapsed to the ground.

Then, Zhuang Shikai quickly ordered: "Go up! Go up! Go up!"

Their primary goal is rescue, not annihilation.

What's more, there are endless enemies in this city.

The militants here are not criminals, but organized soldiers.

They are in an enemy city.

"Yes, sir!" The Flying Tigers quickly followed behind the commander and ran to the top.

Whenever he encounters an enemy during action, he will immediately fire a burst of bullets, kill the target quickly, and continue to advance without hesitation.

At the same time, fierce exchanges of fire broke out in various locations in the building. Apparently, the multinational coalition force had been discovered by armed elements inside the building.

There was no way around it. There were more than a hundred armed men inside the building. It was an unrealistic plan to quietly rescue and evacuate them.

If the joint force can sneak into the building, it has achieved its expected goal. In the next few floors, the joint anti-terrorist force will be able to break through it in an instant.

There is a great chance of rescuing the hostages!

Of course, rescuing the hostages and planning an evacuation is another tough battle to be fought.

Bullets were flying in the corridor, gunfire rang out, the smell of blood, roars, and explosions were endless.

The ground shook and shattered walls flew.

"There is a United Nations rescue force!"

"Execution immediately!"

"Let the warriors defeat the invaders!"

On the top floor, there is a large rough room without any decoration, only a table, a video recorder, and an antenna equipment.

In addition, a dozen soldiers with loaded weapons and fierce expressions guarded the room with their guns raised.

Seven war reporters of different genders and nationalities.

He was taken as a hostage, with his hands tied behind his back and tied tightly to a wooden chair.

The video recorder was placed on the table, facing their panicked faces, and broadcast live inside the area through the antenna equipment.

Terrorists want to use this method of public beheading to declare their strength to the people of the region and their will to the world.

After the execution, they planned to put the video on the Internet as a victory in the war.

Unfortunately, their goal was doomed to fail.

At this time, there was a middle-aged man with a long beard, a dark build, and a turban.

Hearing the sound of exchange of fire from inside the building, he immediately realized something, raised his head and bent down, shouting loudly.

There is actually no concept of "rough house" here, because for everyone, the house does not need decoration, let alone shooting.

The houses that were left behind in the peaceful era will eventually become ruins due to artillery fire.

They no longer know how to build houses, but only build military fortifications.

Who would have thought that a dozen years ago, the hot area would also be a booming and prosperous new city?

civilization.

You can never defeat people's hearts.

"Explode!" At this moment, the armed leader in the room raised his waist and wanted to behead a Chinese-faced woman.

Zhuang Shikai led his team to the door, quickly took off a flash bomb and threw it through the window.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound in the room, and a huge light burst out in the darkness.

The armed leader who was being executed was blinded, and the other armed men also screamed.

"superior!"

Zhuang Shikai held the gun and rushed with all his strength. He rolled into the room and then raised the weapon and fired a burst of fire: "Ta da da."

The armed leader and several militants died immediately, and the Flying Tigers followed closely behind, breaking into the room and annihilating the other militants.

"Help!"

The enemies in the room are temporarily cleared.

Zhuang Shikai put down his firearm, glanced at the video equipment, and immediately stepped forward angrily and punched it to pieces.

"Boom!" The video recorder was scrapped on the spot.

Then the antenna was torn off again.

Inside the area, citizens, the military, and United Nations representatives nearby were watching the live broadcast. After a burst of flash bombs, there was a burst of gunfire, followed by a man wearing a Flying Tigers uniform with a multi-national armband embroidered on his chest.

The figure stepped forward and punched the video recorder.

Then the live broadcast came to an end, and the execution plan of the terrorist organization was successfully interrupted. The terrorists and citizens were stunned for a while, and the United Nations representatives burst into applause of joy.

"The Flying Tigers succeeded."

"After the rescue operation is completed, start the evacuation plan immediately and send helicopters to the designated location!" A military staff officer said in the anti-terrorism camp.

"Yes! Sir!" The air support crew immediately raised their hands to answer the order and took off.

Hanging the special forces armband on the chest is a unique custom and tradition of the Hong Kong Island Flying Tigers.

Although this practice has become popular among special forces and has become an international trend. However, the only team that can collect so many ace unit armbands is the Hong Kong Island Flying Tigers.

Therefore, the camp can determine the identity of the group based on just one picture.

Of course, Zhuang Shikai and others were fully armed and carried out their missions facelessly.

But this punching scene will definitely be firmly preserved in the historical archives...

After Zhuang Shikai blew up the video, he took out his dagger, cut the ropes, and released the seven hostages.

Twelve members of the Flying Tigers were on guard around the room with guns drawn.

"I was sent."

"The special forces responsible for rescuing you."

"Start the evacuation operation now. You must listen to my commander so that I can ensure your safety..." Zhuang Shikai put the dagger back into his pocket and spoke to the crowd in front of him.

"Yes." The seven people looked at each other and nodded hurriedly.

At this moment, they all looked like they were surviving a disaster and were all dirty.

Maybe as war reporters, they still have a certain temperament, but in front of the Flying Tigers, this temperament naturally need not be mentioned again, whether it is the same or not.

Fortunately, they knew how important it was to save their lives, and they were all very obedient.

"Okay." Zhuang Shikai nodded, raised his hand and said: "The hostages have been rescued! Prepare to retreat!"

His voice rang in the headphones, and players from all over the world responded: "Yes, sir!

In fact, Zhuang Shikai just discovered that the Chinese hostage looked a little familiar, not in the way that he had seen the photos in the mission information, but in the way that he remembered that the other party seemed to be a big boss.

But he deliberately put this issue aside for the time being, intending to wait until the operation was over before testing the other party's identity.

After all: in action, the mission comes first.

At this time, several special teams stopped advancing and began to defend on the spot or cleanse the enemy.

Only the SEAL team, led by McDonald, who had reached the top of the building, prepared to enter the room to join the Flying Tigers and retreat.

But when McDonald came to the door, he immediately saw a fire with a tail flame and a sharp scream, sweeping towards the room of the building.

His eyes suddenly widened and he shouted loudly: "rpg! rpg!"
Chapter completed!