The river wind was brisk, and the impact point must be significantly different from the standard position. For ordinary shooters, hitting the target at this distance is a fantasy, but for a special forces officer like Cui Zhenghao who has experienced devilish training
Generally speaking, this is just a regular training subject.
Before joining the Ministry of Security, Cui Zhenghao was affiliated with the Eighth Special Forces Regiment of the Reconnaissance Bureau of the North Korean General Staff Headquarters. It carried out secret military missions to infiltrate South Korea. He had taken a mini-submarine into the South for armed reconnaissance several times and was proficient in the use of various light weapons and combat.
Hand-to-hand combat is even better, and using a pistol as a sniper rifle is one of the traditions of this unit.
Confidence comes from countless hard trainings. The wind speed was quickly calculated in Cui Zhenghao's mind. The muzzle of the gun was slightly deflected by half an inch. Even if his marksmanship was superb, he would not dare to use his weapon to hit Ma Xiaohu's head at this time. After all, the area of his torso was very large.
Larger, the hit rate is higher. There is an angle between the position where he is standing and the barge, and he is aiming at the side of Ma Xiaohu. Cui Zhenghao has no distracting thoughts in his mind, only the target, and reaches the police circle where man and gun are integrated.
He gently pulled the trigger and suppressed the two fires.
Ma Xiaohu was furious. He thought that Zhan Ziyu and Li Feng conspired to design him. The red light spot on his chest must be the other party's hidden sniper. He couldn't swallow this breath!
The two sides were at war with each other. No one said a word, and even the howling river wind seemed to have stopped.
Liu Handong glanced at Ma Xiaohu from the corner of his eye, and adrenaline began to secrete rapidly. Life or death could happen in the blink of an eye.
"Bang" the gun went off.
A bullet hit Ma Xiaohu, and he staggered and fell down.
Suddenly there was loud gunfire, and the nervous gunmen blindly poured bullets at each other.
Above the barge, a man from the northwest hiding under the tarpaulin was firing with a Type 56 submachine gun. One after another, the short bursts hit the car lights. The bright xenon headlights instantly became blind, and streaks of dust and smoke were splashed on the ground.
It became dark, and everyone who was accustomed to headlights could only shoot at each other under the starlight.
Liu Handong rushed towards Ma Xiaohu, but missed. Ma Xiaohu rolled to the side. There was no blood on his body. He was wearing a bulletproof vest, and the bullet only broke one of his ribs.
Ma Xiaohu held the muzzle of his gun against Liu Handong, his expression extremely ferocious.
Liu Handong froze, preparing to take a shot.
However, Ma Xiaohu did not fire. Instead, he took out the May 4th pistol from his waist with his left hand, turned the gun handle and handed it to him.
Liu Handong understood instantly, Ma Xiaohu concluded that he and Zhan Ziyu and Li Feng were not in the same group, and at a critical moment of life and death, he wanted to form an alliance with him.
With the gun in his hand, Liu Handong suppressed the urge to kill Ma Xiaohu with one shot, because he knew that if he killed Ma Xiaohu, he would become a public enemy of both sides. The large magnet that attracted bullets was forced by the situation and he had to join forces with the Northwest people to destroy it.
enemy.
Liu Handong lay on the ground and fired in the direction of Li Feng and others. A dark cloud covered the moon, and the cargo yard was dark. Only the light of the muzzle flash lit up frequently, indicating the direction of shooting.
The slide of the Type 54 pistol reciprocated rapidly, and hot bullet shells jumped out one after another. Liu Handong fired blindly, and five bullets fell into the darkness. There was a scream, and the guy holding the shotgun was hit.
The slide stopped at the rear, and Liu Handong fired all the bullets.
Ma Xiaohu shouted and threw over a magazine full of bullets.
Liu Handong emptied the magazine, loaded it with a full magazine, reset the slide, and continued shooting. He glanced at Ma Xiaohu, who happened to be looking at him as well. He was startled by this glance, and his emotions were endless.
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When Geng Zhi shined a laser pointer on Ma Xiaohu, he wished he was holding a sniper rifle and shot revenge bullets into the chest of the drug lord. The gunfire rang out and Ma Xiaohu fell. Geng Zhi subconsciously looked at the laser pointer in his hand.
Could it be that Ma Hongzheng showed up and turned the laser pointer into a sniper rifle? But in an instant, he realized that the impact point of the bullet was different from the position where the laser was irradiated, and it should be a hidden gunman.
The melee started, bullets were flying everywhere, Geng Zhi walked towards the goods yard with his back bent, he needed a gun to join the battle group.
Cui Zhenghao did not advance. There was a muddy land in front of him that was difficult to walk. It was better to stand in the wormwood bushes and support shooting from a long distance. He was shooting at the northwest people on the barge. He used a pistol to produce a short burst effect. Basically, he fired three shots.
On the other hand, he didn't worry about bullets. Liu Handong stole a box of bullets from the police academy shooting range and gave them to him.
Xiao Cui knocked down the guy with a submachine gun on the barge, and immediately attracted the firepower of the Northwesterners. The dense bullets made the grass sway wildly. Cui Zhenghao dived into the water and escaped. With his level, he was not inferior to the South Korean special forces.
, let alone a bunch of rabble.
Beside the barge, a string of bubbles floated in the turbid river water. He climbed onto the side of the boat with both hands. The water-soaked Huo Lei slowly climbed up. With a knife in his mouth, he climbed onto the deck with bare feet and touched it quietly.
He walked toward the nearest person, strangled his neck from behind, and stabbed Yaoyan fiercely with the knife in his right hand. The long hunting knife stirred inside his body, and his internal organs were torn apart. After two struggles, the person stopped moving.
Huo Lei pulled out his knife, blood splattered all over him. He picked up the dead man's gun and checked the magazine, then turned back and dived into the water.
The people in the northwest were busy shooting at the cargo yard and the wormwood bushes by the river. Unexpectedly, they were attacked from both sides. Uncle Liu hid behind the door and emptied the magazine. He shouted without looking back: "Erga, bullets!"
No one answered him. Uncle Liu looked back and saw that Erga was dead in a pool of blood, his eyes still wide open.
Uncle Liu felt a pain in his heart. Erga was the child he had grown up with. He was diligent, smart, and good at ramen. If he hadn't forced him to join his gang, this young man would still be opening a Lanzhou Ramen restaurant in Pudong. Erga was dead, wasn't he?
The one who was shot to death was stabbed in the waist. Uncle Liu glanced at the stern of the boat and heard a sound in the water.
"Bang bang bang." Uncle Liu rushed to the side of the boat and fired at the black figure in the water. The bullet hit the bend in the river and missed the fire. Instead, it became Cui Zhenghao's living target. Xiao Cui surfaced and shot.
He lifted Uncle Liu's Heavenly Spirit Cover.
Er Ga and Liu Shu were killed one after another, and only Ma Xiaohu, the backbone of the northwest drug traffickers, was lying behind the sand and shooting at Li Feng's gang, unaware that he had suffered heavy losses on the barge.
"Hey!" Ma Xiaohu shouted to Liu Handong, gesturing to indicate that he would cover here and let Liu Handong go back to the enemy's rear to attack.
Liu Handong understood and made an OK gesture.
Ma Xiaohu suddenly appeared, running and firing, attracting countless firepower, and the bullets created a cloud of dust and smoke behind him.
Liu Handong took the opportunity to run in the other direction. At this time, his eyes had adapted to the darkness. His marksmanship and actual combat experience were the strongest. He shot without miss at a distance of more than ten meters, knocking down the gunmen of Li Feng's gang one after another.
"Flash!" Li Feng shouted. He is a gangster in the traditional sense. He has a protective umbrella and a legitimate business. Unlike this gang of drug dealers who are not afraid of death, their fighting power is also very different. After a gun battle, they can't take advantage of it.
When I get upwind, I immediately want to grease my feet and run away.
At this time, Geng Zhi had already detoured back behind them. He blocked a guy who wanted to escape. He raised a strong flashlight and quickly turned it on. The 200 lumens of super light immediately blinded the guy. He covered his eyes and screamed, and Geng Zhi walked quickly.
He stepped forward, swung the flashlight and struck it down. The flashlight with a stainless steel shell smashed open his skull. Five rounds fell to the ground, and Geng Zhi stretched out his toes to catch him. He picked it up and the gun was in his hand.
Geng Zhi placed five consecutive rounds on his left arm and held a strong flashlight across his left hand. He opened and closed it in an instant. The gangsters had no way to hide. The shotgun blasted out of the fan and knocked down the three guys crowded in front of the car door with one shot.
The escape route was blocked. Li Fenggou jumped over the wall, climbed onto the Toyota pickup truck and stepped on the accelerator to reverse. He stood firm and quickly pulled the slide to fire. The bullet hit the rear window of the pickup truck. The glass was riddled with holes. The last bullet was empty.
, Geng Zhi jumped up to avoid it. The pickup truck crossed the car crazily, making a harsh braking sound and swung its tail. Several of his accomplices rushed forward and tried to jump into the car. Li Feng ignored them at all and drove the boys away, heading straight towards the car.
Rush through the goods yard gate.
The speed of the car was too fast, and the banknotes placed in the carriage rolled out, and paper flowers flew all over the sky. Ma Xiaohu grabbed one and looked at it. What kind of banknote was it? It was clearly an advertising paper of similar size.
Ma Xiaohu was furious and looked for Zhan Ziyu everywhere. The cunning drug broker had disappeared since the shootout.
Suddenly a dark figure appeared. Seeing that the situation was settled, Zhan Ziyu came out of his hiding place. He also picked up the fake money floating on the pickup truck. He immediately understood that Li Feng didn't want to give him any money, but he couldn't get the money.
The Northwest people will never let him go, and they must make a break at this time.
"Kill him!" Ma Xiaohu didn't bother to ask anything, pointed at Zhan Ziyu and shouted. He was standing far away and it was difficult to hit him with his gun.
The few remaining people from the northwest fired at Zhan Ziyu one after another. Zhan Ziyu crossed his hands and reached under his armpits, pulled out two Beretta 92F bows and fired them left and right, just like Ma Xiaomao in the hero's true nature, swaying bullets to his heart's content and enjoying life.
The Northwesterners had almost run out of bullets. They only had one or two magazines with them when they went out. They had almost exhausted their ammunition in a fierce battle just now. After firing two shots, they were out of ammunition and hung up. Zhan Ziyu took the opportunity to fire violently and used the few remaining magazines.
All the northwest men were knocked down.
Ma Xiaohu roared angrily and rushed towards Zhan Ziyu with his gun raised. Suddenly Gengzhi appeared beside him, holding the picked up pistol in his hand and aiming the black muzzle at Ma Xiaohu.
"Don't move! Put down the gun!"
The two yelled almost at the same time, pointing their guns at each other and putting their fingers on the trigger.
Liu Handong appeared. He chose to stand on the side of integrity and aimed his gun at Ma Xiaohu.
In the distance, Zhan Ziyu, who had knocked down the Northwesterners, stood beside them and reloaded his gun one by one. The bullets hitting his head were like hitting a sand can.
Zhan Ziyu emptied the bullet and when he was unloading the magazine and reloading, a shot was fired from the dark and hit his chest. Zhan Ziyu was wearing a body armor. The shot failed to kill him, but instead reminded him that he was in danger.
This is not a place to stay for a long time.
In the middle of the cargo yard, three people were facing each other.
"Are you a policeman?" Ma Xiaohu tilted his head and looked at Liu Handong.
"Once a drug police officer, always a drug police officer." Liu Handong said every word, his hand holding the gun as steady as Mount Tai.
Ma Xiaohu sneered and pulled the trigger. In a flash of lightning, Liu Handong and Geng Zhi also fired.
The gunfire rang out almost at the same time, the smoke cleared, and only Liu Handong was left standing.