The bald man's face changed slightly. He was not angry. He wiped away the thick phlegm on his face. A mouthful of white smoke slowly blew out. The one eye flashed with cold light. "Oh. I want to die. That's not your decision."
"You crazy people, crazy people." The middle-aged man roared. No expression could be distinguished on his distorted face.
The fire flashed and only a scream was heard. The snowflakes were pressed hard on his face. Green smoke floated up and made a hissing sound.
The snowflakes mixed with sparks were twisting and twisting on his face. The bald man smiled ferociously. "I'm telling you, my patience is limited."
As he spoke, he took out a pack of black powder from his arms. Baldhead poured the powder into the bottle, tightened the cap, and pulled out a lead. "Do you know what this is?"
The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed. His lips trembled slightly. He knew that it was a small bomb made by terrorists. "What exactly do you want to do?"
"Do you think it's better for me to put it in your mouth? Or put it in your vagina." The bald head shook the thing in his hand. The voice was a bit creepy.
"You..." He glanced at the bald man. The middle-aged man was trembling all over. He didn't know what to say.
"I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. You should know that I'm in a hurry." Bang. The big leather shoes stomped on the ground.
The middle-aged man's face was ashen. "I can tell you. But you have to let everyone else go."
"Oh. NO. NO. NO." The bald head shook. "In front of me, General Pavlov, you have no power to bargain. But I can still let you go."
"Okay then." The middle-aged man sighed. "The ore is in the mezzanine of container No. 3 on the top floor."
"OK. You are free." Pavlov waved his hand and pointed to the outside of the platform. "Throw him into the sea."
His pupils suddenly widened. "You dishonest bastard." The middle-aged man shouted at the top of his lungs.
Pavlov clapped his hands, with a hint of a smile on his face. "I am known as the best bastard in the world. How do you know?"
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At this moment, a figure silently passed over the sea.
After exhaling, Ling Yun lay down behind an oil drum. This was already the fourth floor. There were a dozen guys in front of him walking back and forth with guns in hand.
There are so many people on the third floor that there is no way to pull the switch. And Ling Yun also realized a problem. What is the difference between pulling the switch and firing to alert the enemy? There is no difference.
With Ling Yun's many years of combat experience, he can conclude that the mission prompted by the system is completely wrong.
He used his volley dance skills to easily pass through the three floors. He planned to explore the situation above first.
Fix the cable to the railing. This is also to leave an escape route for yourself.
Ding. The NPC hostage died. There are 11 left.
Damn, someone died. Ling Yun immediately had a premonition that something was wrong.
There was a noise not far away. I couldn't help but look out.
The bald man led a group of people up from the third floor and waved his hand. "Brothers, the ore has been found. Let's go to the top floor and kill all the hostages. Get ready to call it a day."
What did they want to do? Kill the hostages. Ling Yun couldn't help but change his face. Desert Storm was placed on the oil drum and the grenade opened the safety ring. At this time, he had no time to think too much. If two more hostages were killed, then this mission It's all in vain.
A hornet's nest. What a huge hornet's nest. Even if an atomic bomb was placed in front of him, Ling Yun would still have to detonate it.
The grenade flew out with green smoke. It made a clanging sound. It bounced a few times on the platform and rolled into the crowd.
Pavlov's eyes turned green when he saw the grenade. He pulled his neck and shouted. He fell to the ground. "Get down."
Boom. At the same time, the grenade exploded. Flames rose. Thick smoke flew everywhere. Shrapnel flew everywhere.
The three terrorists were unable to dodge. They were thrown away by the violent airflow and fell into the sea. The guys closest to the explosion were covered in blood and lay on the ground without breathing.
Desert Storm spits out red flames. The gun body beats rhythmically. Rays of golden light burst out, accurately killing the enemies in front of them one by one.
Pavlov rolled in embarrassment behind an iron box. Because he was too panicked, he banged his bald head on the iron box. Bang. He felt that his eyes were full of stars. There was a big lump bulging on the top of his head. He couldn't help but feel that his lungs were exploding with anger. "Brothers, kill that bastard for me."
The alarm sounded. The enemies in the room didn't care about the hostages anymore and rushed out with guns in hand.
As soon as they arrived at the door, countless rays of golden light hit them. Sparks splashed on the door panel. The three unlucky guys sent God to play mahjong.
Thump thump thump. The sound of footsteps came. Twenty or thirty terrorists poured down from the fifth floor. Click, click, click...
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The uniform AK47. Golden light pierced the sky and came overwhelmingly.
Glancing at the oil drum next to him, Ling Yun grabbed the cable and jumped down.
There was a loud noise. The entire mine platform was shaking. A mushroom cloud rose into the sky. A huge fireball caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply.
Turning over, turning around, and turning like a cat, Ling Yun landed steadily on the third floor platform.
Just then, two terrorists rushed out of the house and bumped into Ling Yun.
Kakakaka. At the critical moment, Desert Storm unexpectedly dropped its chain. There was not a single bullet in the magazine.
The two terrorists regained their composure. Without any explanation, they picked up the AK47 and started shooting indiscriminately.
Cao Lingyun hurriedly used a life-saving trick to roll to the side. The bullet hit the platform and splashed countless sparks. It made a clanking sound like raindrops hitting the pot lid.
The marksmanship of these two guys is really superb. At such a close range, a bullet in the magazine didn't even hit a single bullet.
Supporting the ground with one hand, Ling Yun's body rolled sideways in mid-air. He held the barrel of the gun with his right hand and swept away.
Bang. A helmet flew out with several teeth. It rolled a few times on the ground and kept spinning. The handle of the gun hit a guy's head hard. Although there was only 1 point of damage, the guy was hit on the spot. Disoriented. Can't find north.
The other guy pulled out a military dagger from his leg and stabbed Ling Yun directly into his lower abdomen.
He turned sideways and grabbed his shoulder with his left hand like lightning. He suddenly pulled him into his arms. His right leg was slightly bent, but his knee was pressed hard against the guy's lower body.
Before the two guys could recover, the Desert Eagle appeared in their hands. With the sound of two gunshots, the two bodies fell to the ground.
After replacing the magazine of Desert Storm, he rushed into the house. At this moment, a terrorist suddenly attacked from behind the door. A military dagger was stabbed into Ling Yun's back.
Poof.-369. Blood spurted out. Severe pain came. Ling Yun couldn't help but staggered.
The guy pulled out a pistol. Before his finger even touched the trigger, he flew a flying leg in the air. He then kicked hard in the chest. The pistol made a loud bang, but it only hit the ceiling.
Stone chips flew and fell. Ling Yun turned around on the spot. The desert eagle in his hand spit out several tongues of fire. The guy fell softly to the ground. Blood dyed a large area of the wall red.
