Chapter 1552 (Additional update for Mr. Li Guangsheniao) My good brother, you will go to heaven.
In the refugee camp, valuable items such as Egyptian pounds, U.S. dollars, rings and even watches were sparsely scattered on the streets that smelled of blood.
At 6:36, the three members of the Falange Party who had just been attracted by the sound of gunshots seemed to be playing carrot squats. You squatted down to pick up two paper tickets, and I bent down to pick up a watch. I was so happy with it.
Carrying their own satchels.
"I guess it must have been spread when someone was fleeing."
One of them, who was on guard with a gun, and who was also waiting for his turn to bend down to pick up something, said regretfully in Arabic, "I didn't expect that there were such rich people in the refugee camp. I just picked up something."
It’s over a hundred dollars.”
"We'll catch her soon"
Another Falangist militant who was on guard with a gun waited for his companion to pick up the gun. He quickly took a few steps forward and bent down to pick up a women's gold necklace and whispered, "I hope it's a beautiful girl. I just picked it up."
When I got to the makeup box, there was a high-heeled shoe there."
"I also hope she is a beautiful girl, and I hope God can bless our wishes to come true." The militant who was busy picking up things just now said, and also nodded towards a closed house on the roadside.
Following his instructions, I looked over and saw the body of a Falangist militant lying in a pool of blood at the door of the house. One of his bloody hands was pointing at the closed iron door of the house.
The three of them looked at each other, and one of them kicked the corpse. Seeing that there was no response, he pointed to his own eyes, and then to the left and right sides of the house.
The other two armed men nodded and walked toward the alleys on both sides of the house with their guns in hand.
After waiting quietly for a moment, the man at the door tried to push the closed door gently with the muzzle of his gun.
What he didn't expect was that the iron door was not locked. He easily pushed open a gap less than a fist wide. At the same time, he also noticed the two bricks blocking the hospital door from the inside and the upside-down bricks placed on top of them.
Wine bottle.
After a quick glance inside the door, the militant squatted down cautiously, gently pressed the muzzle of the foldable AKM in his hand against the door panel, and then inserted his other hand into the gap in the courtyard door.
He carefully removed the wine bottles from the two bricks and placed them at his feet.
Slightly relieved, he reached out and touched the two bricks again.
When the top brick was picked up, an expectant smile even appeared on his face covered by a scarf.
Unfortunately, he didn't notice that at some point, the bloody corpse of his Falangist comrade who was lying behind him had quietly gotten up.
"Snapped"
With an undetectable soft sound, the militant who had already removed the second brick shivered in horror, and his finger subconsciously pulled the trigger.
However, the soft sound just now was made when the sexy big pick of the AK rifle in his hand was pushed to the safety position.
Before his exclamation could escape his throat, he felt a bloody hand covering his mouth.
"Click"
With a crisp sound, his vision went dark and he was offline permanently. At the same time, he also turned his neck to an angle that was difficult for ordinary people to reach.
Gently pushing open the specially selected courtyard door, Wei Ran dragged the corpse in and hid it at the door. He carefully wiped the stains on his hands on the other party's body, then picked up the other party's weapon and walked casually into the house.
He fired a series of shots, and at the same time, he also used Arabic, tried his best to imitate the opponent's tone, and shouted vaguely, "Come in, she is really a beautiful woman!"
After saying this, he also dropped his gun and hid behind the iron gate as quickly as possible.
After waiting for less than ten seconds, the first, no, the penultimate militant ran in in a hurry, followed closely by the last one.
Before the two of them ran in, Wei Ran even took a second to choose his body in a hurry, then raised his left hand and pulled the button of the titanium alloy pistol that suddenly appeared in his hand.
trigger.
"Pah! Pah!"
After two relatively small gunshots, a cloud of blood burst out from the left and right shoulders of the person in front.
Before the bullet casing hit the ground, let alone before the man screamed, Wei Ran had already put away his gun and rushed forward. Amidst the two snapping joints of "Crack! Click!" and the screams that sounded almost simultaneously,
He pinched open the elbow joints of the last militant's hands.
"Snapped!"
Stomping hard on the unfortunate guy's ankle, Wei Ran walked over to the unfortunate guy who was shot, first took off his weapon, then removed his jaw joint and the ankle of one leg, and cut off one of his legs.
Tuan stuffed the rags he had prepared in advance into his mouth.
Turning back to the man with a dislocated elbow, Wei Ran repeated his old tricks to eliminate the threat and blocked his mouth, and then bolted the courtyard door without any haste.
Dragging all three people into the room, Wei Ran dragged the one with a dislocated joint and limped to the second floor.
"Answer whatever I ask you," Wei Ran reminded before removing the blockage from his mouth.
Looking in horror at the bodies of the old man and the child on the sofa not far away, the Falangist militant swallowed subconsciously, and then nodded hurriedly.
"What are the names of the three of you, where are you from, which army are you from, who is your superior military officer, and what are your characteristics. What is the identification method for today's activities, and is there a password?"
While putting his chin on, Wei Ran took off his clothes and asked a series of questions, "You can make up random questions, as long as I ask a different answer from the person downstairs later."
, I will cut off your scalp and penis, wrap them together and stuff them into your mouth."
"Gulu"
The Falangist swallowed and had no time to adjust to the soreness in his jaw joint before he hurriedly began to answer.
The same question was asked five times. After Wei Ran knocked him unconscious, he changed into his clothes first, then turned around and went downstairs. He asked the same question again to the militant who was shot in the shoulder.
once.
At 6:44, Wei Ran tied a white Arab kerchief to the left side of the belt on the left side of the Chinese-made 56 chest strap according to the method of identifying friend and foe learned through torture, and pulled up the left side of the waistband.
cuff.
Finally, he re-wrapped his head with the square scarf given to him by the hot air balloon, and put on an extra double-sided camouflage bunny hat.
With everything ready, he stuffed the few grenades, the silent MP5 submachine gun and spare ammunition into the backpack he had just seized, and jumped on the spot.
"you..."
"boom!"
Wei Ran picked up an AKM with a fixed stock and shot the unlucky guy in the shoulder where he was already shot.
"I will save you, my good brother Hariri, wait a minute, I will save you after I kill the refugee upstairs who shot at you."
After saying that, Wei Ran kindly helped him reinstall all the dislocated joints, then turned around and pulled the trigger on the chest of the "comrade" whose neck was broken first, and emptied the magazine directly.
Looking at Hariri who looked desperate but was still alive, Wei Ran stepped upstairs and threw the gun without bullets to the kind man who had changed clothes with him and lent his identity to him.
"Lend me your identity"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already picked up another AKM rifle with a folding stock hanging on his shoulder, and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the head of the "refugee with weapons in hand"!
"I won't use your scalp this time."
As Wei Ran spoke, he replaced the weapon in his hand with a new magazine and ran quickly downstairs. He picked up Hariri, his "comrade who was shot", dragged him by the armpit and ran out, while mouthing
Arabic shouting for help.
Hearing the commotion and yelling outside, Wei Ran pulled out the Mauser bayonet hidden in his sleeve, stabbed it into Hariri's abdominal cavity and twisted it hard, then grabbed his collar and retreated outside.
Almost immediately, a Falange squad came running from a distance. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately shouted for help.
"Are there any more enemies?" the militants running towards him with guns asked loudly in Arabic, while also glancing at Wei Ran's attire.
"Dead, already beaten to death by me!"
Wei Ran responded loudly and panicked in Arabic, "But Hariri was shot, and he was stabbed by that bastard! And Emir, he's dead too! He's still inside!"
Hearing this, the Phalangist who asked the question immediately breathed a sigh of relief and squatted down to check Hariri's injuries. The latter also looked at Wei Ran with trembling "cooperation", no, at his comrades.
"I've avenged you, I've avenged you!"
Wei Ran grabbed Hariri's head and shouted in pain. At the same time, he intentionally or unintentionally blocked his nostrils with his left arm and pressed it against his chin.
"He can't survive"
As the Phalangist militants who arrived were speaking, they reached out and tore off Hariri's cedar badge and put it into his pocket. He pulled Wei Ran away and said sadly, "That knife pierced his lungs. If you are brothers, send him away."
Give him a ride. Otherwise, he will die in a very painful way. By the way, what is your name?"
"Kamil" Wei Ran replied tremblingly, "Kamil Fazis".
"Kamil, don't let him suffer, help him end his life." The Falangist member said, and at the same time he pulled out an APB version of the Soviet box gun known as the "Soviet box gun" from his waist.
The Jechkin submachine pistol was handed over.
"I..."
Wei Ran took the pistol tremblingly, and at the same time glanced at the walkie-talkie stuffed in the bag hanging on the opponent's chest without leaving any trace, and tremblingly pointed the muzzle of the gun at the heart of "Good Brother Hariri."
"May God bless you, my good brother, and you will go to heaven."
After saying that, Wei Ran reluctantly pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
Amidst the crisp gunfire, Hariri's face turned red and he didn't know whether it was due to suffocation or anger, his body trembled, and as the bullet casing hit the blood-stained road, he finally stopped breathing.
