Chapter four hundred and ninetieth meeting the enemy
In about ten minutes, the two hundred people brought by Otto Rank transformed the abandoned church into a stronghold with iron walls, crossfire points, sniper points, and observation posts. On the roof, a man wearing sunglasses sighed to his companions:
"We don't need heavy weapons. A group may not be able to capture this place."
"I guess the big boss's enemy is either Iron Man or Captain America, and the weakest one is Rambo." The hunky man in sunglasses' companion joked, making the man in sunglasses laugh.
It's not that the two of them are arrogant.
In such a large battle, everyone present felt that it would be meaningless if the opponent did not come with 180 people. It would definitely be a one-sided massacre.
The church has been abandoned for countless years and is dilapidated. The cross in front of the mural in the center of the hall is covered with thick dust and hung with spiders. The hand-painted mural of Jesus' salvation behind it is in dilapidated condition.
Otto Rank stood under the cross and prayed devoutly. He is a Christian. In Britain, where one out of every three people is religious, there is no need to make a fuss, let alone associate the quality of Otto Rank with religion.
In this world, there are many bad people who believe in religion.
After Otto Rank prayed for his dead son, he turned around and faced the door, waiting for his enemies to appear. More than twenty tough mercenaries were scattered inside the church.
On the top of the church, the tough man in sunglasses who had been amused by his companions suddenly took off his sunglasses and looked into the distance. He noticed that someone was coming towards the church.
one person.
A man riding a heavy motorcycle.
"Notify inside that someone is here, alone." The man who took off his sunglasses ordered his companions while looking through the scope of the sniper rifle.
"A person... is he lost or on an outing or something?" Another man muttered disapprovingly, not believing that the rich and powerful Otto Rank summoned two hundred people to deal with just one person.
Questioning questions, the man finally informed the people in the church about this strange situation through the intercom. Otto Rank was extremely surprised, frowned and walked out, wanting to see what happened.
More than 20 people surrounded Otto Rank and left the church. They walked past the "bunker" formed by dozens of off-road vehicles, and the men who used the cars as bunkers also walked out.
Otto Rank stared ahead with his hands on his hips, and there were more than a hundred people scattered around him. Most of these unruly men who had killed people and seen blood and guns with live ammunition were careless.
Someone came.
It wouldn't be ridiculous if they still faced a formidable enemy.
Some people simply put their spears on their shoulders, smoke leisurely, or whisper to each other.
Some people lurking in the church also showed up without any scruples, as if the people approaching quickly on motorcycles were circus clowns, staring with interest.
Otto Rank stuffed a piece of chewing gum into his mouth and chewed it with an expressionless face. He did not show any mania or violence that was eager for revenge. He judged that even if the person who came was related to the enemy, he was probably not an important character. He was a small fish and a shrimp.
If he gets angry, he can be stabbed to death with just one finger.
The black motorcycle with a very cool and sci-fi appearance rushed to a distance of more than 20 meters from Otto Rank's group. It braked suddenly, accompanied by a harsh braking sound. The heavy motorcycle drew a dazzling trajectory and flicked its tail beautifully, crossing in front of more than a hundred people.
, now, everyone present could clearly see the motorcycle rider without a helmet.
A domineering man in a black trench coat, with a deep sneer on his sharp and handsome face, took off his sunglasses slowly, got out of the car with his legs crossed, and the hem of his trench coat fluttered. It was so cool.
The person coming...is none other than Yang Chen.
The heavy-duty motorcycle is Mei Ji’s car.
This animal is working alone, seemingly without a person.
"Are you asking me out?" Otto Rank asked tentatively. Although the person who came here was very stylish, his disbelief made him a disgraced bastard who was stupid enough to take risks alone.
Yang Chen took two steps forward, stared at Otto Rank, and nodded slowly in acknowledgement.
Otto Rank frowned, not quite believing that he killed his son, assassinated other family members, blew up two of his oil fields, and forced him to suspend crude oil transportation at sea. How could such an unpredictable and mysterious opponent take the initiative to seek death?
Yang Chen could use his toes to guess what Otto Rank was thinking at this time, and smiled: "Don't believe it, I am the one who has caused you misfortune recently. Do you know why I dealt with you?"
"You said?" Otto Rank chewed gum and stared at Yang Chen, surprisingly calm.
"Taking action on my sister and using the police's help to surround and kill my people are the two things you should not do." Yang Chen spoke slowly, as if the hundreds of people in front of him were nothing.
"Oh..." Otto Rank nodded slowly, concluding that the other party was indeed the enemy he hated so much. His face gradually turned ferocious, and finally he roared hysterically: "I want you to taste all the pain and die slowly!"
"Catch him!" Stanley, who was following Otto Rank, ordered, and more than a dozen people gathered around Yang Chen. None of them even bothered to raise their guns, and they didn't take Yang Chen seriously at all.
Alone, with bare hands.
Two hundred people, armed with live ammunition.
With the absolute advantage here, nothing could go wrong. However, the moment the man who was the first to approach Yang Chen tried to pull Yang Chen, Yang Chen moved, crossed his hands and reached into his windbreaker, and pulled out two three-sided military thorns.
The military thorn that was about to be eliminated was still Yang Chen's favorite killing weapon. With a flick of his wrist, it turned into a reverse-grip military thorn. Then he reached out and grabbed the man's heart, throat, and stabbed each one. Everyone who moved quickly was caught off guard. The first
Before the first one fell after being assassinated, he had already pounced on the second one.
Fast as a ghost.
The technique is clean and neat.
Otto Rank and others were stunned at first, and then dumbfounded.
Yang Chen's movements were too fast and dazzling. Most people were immersed in this bloody scene full of violent beauty and couldn't react for a moment. In just a short amount of time, Yang Chen assassinated eleven people in one go.
"Kill him!" Stanley's roar awakened everyone, and they all raised their guns, showing their fierce looks. However, they were too focused on Yang Chen's "performance" and ignored the mountains and forests behind them.
While more than a hundred people were firing guns in a chaotic manner, two helicopters flew through the forest, making half a circle on each side, one on the left and the other on the right, and circled the two sides of the church, forming a pincer attack.
The Gatling M134 multi-barreled machine gun with a rate of fire of six thousand rounds per minute suddenly roared, but it was not fired by Otto Rank. The blood-curdling sound came from the air, and countless bullets poured from the two helicopters.
When the autumn wind came down, it swept across the ground like fallen leaves. Dozens of people were like weak wormwood, falling with the wind.
At the same time, multiple off-road vehicles were riddled with holes and exploded, affecting many people. The situation on the top of the church was not much better than below. After a wave of bullets, the masonry collapsed, dust filled the air, and the roof was almost
How could a person be better off after being overturned. He was either dead or injured. Those who were lucky enough to be unharmed were stunned, huddled and shivering.
Who can care about killing Yang Chen at this time?
Scrambling to get into the car or run to the church.
Stanley was quite clever, and he just dragged the bewildered Otto Rank into the Cavalier XV off-road vehicle. The church was a place of death, and entering was tantamount to waiting for death. The only way to survive was to find a way to leave.
The driver, who had been staying in the car, started the car and forced his way out of the way of the car in order to escape.