The rolling shutter is like the bottom of a sieve, which is shocking.
The Browning heavy machine guns on the backs of the two pickup trucks spit out tongues of fire, and the long bullet chains were shortened at an extremely fast speed. Hundreds of extracted bullet casings were scattered outside and inside the vehicle. The small grocery store seemed to have been baptized by a violent storm.
, riddled with holes.
Joseph, who was standing between the two pickup trucks, smiled grimly. This beast was not too paranoid. Since it was difficult to capture the important figure in the intelligence department of the red power in the grocery store alive, there was no harm in killing him to save time and effort.
Joseph slowly took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke and yelled to stop. When the gunshots dissipated, he pressed the hand stuck with the cigarette forward. The subordinate who understood what he meant turned around and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The four-seater pickup truck with welded anti-collision steel beams rushed directly towards
The grocery store, the aluminum roller shutters and the locked wooden doors were in a state of vulnerability.
The pickup truck crashed into the room.
Four men with loaded guns and bulletproof vests got out of the car. The house was in a mess and filled with smoke and dust. It was impossible to immediately tell whether the people hiding in the house were alive or dead.
The four people raised their guns and spread out carefully. Before they noticed anything, Wu Jie, who was lying under the window sill, suddenly turned over and switched to the single-shot gear of his M4 carbine and fired four shots. The four people fell down in response. They were shot in the head almost in no particular order and died in a daze.
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After the killing, Wu Jie let out a long sigh. He was glad that the gang had not stopped killing people in the past two years, otherwise the game would have been over for the day. Old Huang, who saw Wu Jie killing people cleanly and neatly, couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
Outside the house, Joseph frowned, flicked the cigarette butts, asked for two grenades, pulled off the tabs, and threw them into the door and window that was broken by the pickup truck. Then the grenades exploded.
The people around Joseph were terrified, and the broken roller shutters blocked their sight. Even if gunshots came from the grocery store, they couldn't believe that all of them were dead. Maybe the grenade would blow up all of them, but no one dared to say a word more.
, in the minds of these people, Joseph is an out-and-out cold-blooded devil.
Bang! The already shaky and shabby rolling shutter fell down under the impact of the explosion. The situation inside was basically visible. The men around Joseph raised their guns reflexively.
"Go in and take a look..." Joseph ordered, and the woman's expression was solemn and she moved slowly. No one wanted to be the next unlucky guy to meet the God of Death. The closer he got to the grocery store, the tighter his nerves became.
At this exciting moment, the person hiding under the window sill suddenly stood upright.
The nine people didn't have time to think about it, so they roared and fired. The roar was not very exciting, but to vent the fear of being suddenly frightened, until all the bullets in the magazine were exhausted.
But those who suddenly stood up did not fall.
The shooters, including Joseph at the back, changed their colors and took a closer look to see if this was one of their own who had just entered. Some people suddenly realized it, but it was a pity that it was too late.
When the body that had been beaten into a honeycomb fell down, Wu Jie, who poked the body's shirt with a wooden stick to make it stand upright, stood up with a maniacal laugh and a submachine gun in each hand.
The gun was taken from a dead man.
Wu Jie fired cross-fire with his guns, and nine people fell down with trembling bodies.
Not far away, Joseph fell to the ground and quickly rolled under the chassis of a pickup truck riding a heavy machine gun. He narrowly escaped death. The unprepared machine gunner in the pickup truck was also shot dead by Wu Jie.
The counterattack was successful.
Wu Jie, who was covered in blood, laughed more and more wildly. If this guy hadn't reacted quickly and pulled a dead man on his back, he would have been killed by the two grenades thrown by Joseph. Even so, he was injured in many places and looked disgraced.
Young Master Wu has never been so embarrassed.
More than a dozen people were either dead on the road or stuck in the back of a pickup truck. The scene was tragic. Wu Jie threw away the two submachine guns that had been drained of bullets and used his sleeves to wipe away the blood dripping from the wound on his forehead.
"It's game over!"
Joseph, who was lucky enough to survive, got out of the car, held a sniper rifle, and targeted Wu Jie's eyebrows. Wu Jie's expression remained unchanged. As a soldier trained with sharp blades, how could he ignore the existence of a powerful opponent.
"Don't move!" Old Huang appeared tremblingly, aiming his gun at Joseph, with the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind him.
"Old Huang, shoot and kill him." Wu Jie said firmly, which made Old Huang not sure what to do. He wanted to kill Joseph, but was also afraid that Wu Jie would do something wrong.
"Shoot!" Wu Jie urged Lao Huang sternly, and Lao Huang fired. At least one of them would survive. At this moment, Wu Jie was willing to take risks and even die in exchange for Lao Huang's safe return to the country.
Wu Jie doesn't want to die, but that doesn't mean he is afraid of death. If death is more important than Mount Tai, if death is valuable, and if death is well deserved, he will regard death as home.
"If you want him to die, shoot him." Joseph smiled evilly.
Lao Huang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and couldn't make a choice. Wu Jie, the son of President Wu and the grandson of the founding father of the country, had three shortcomings. Who can bear the responsibility?
"Shoot..." Wu Jie almost roared because he suddenly sensed the danger. Before he finished speaking, Joseph threw himself diagonally towards the ground, turned the muzzle of his gun, and fired a shot at Lao Huang.
The 7.62mm sniper rifle bullet almost broke the wrist of the hand holding the barrel of the old Huang. Unabated, it pierced Old Huang's right chest and tore off a large piece of flesh from his back.
The gun in Lao Huang's hand fell to the ground and he fell backward.
No matter what he is afraid of, Wu Jie was almost depressed to death. He actually said one sentence: He is not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but he is afraid of teammates who are like pigs.
Lao Huang fell down and stared at Wu Jie with wide eyes, full of guilt.
Wu Jie wanted to pick up the gun, but Joseph moved too quickly. The moment he seriously injured Huang, he pulled the gun, loaded the bullet, lay on his side and aimed at Wu Jie, and sneered: "You have no chance...go to hell..."
Bang!
Gunshot.
Lao Huang, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, shed tears of regret. It was his hesitation that caused this uncontrollable ending. However, the strange thing was that Wu Jie did not have his head exploded or he was shot and fell to the ground as he thought.
In fact, Wu Jie was also dumbfounded. The moment the gun rang out, he thought he was done with it, but saw Joseph's sniper rifle fly away from his hand, and the barrel was twisted in an awkward manner.
Apparently someone shot Joseph's gun.
Wu Jie turned around and saw a man holding a spear and running towards him on tiptoe. Joseph, who had a dislocated arm, had just gotten up. The man who ran over jumped into the air and kicked Joseph three times in a row. He kicked Joseph back more than ten meters and knocked him down again.
Coughing up blood and unable to get up.
"Well done, I'll kick you to death." Wu Jie saw who had saved him and immediately became happy. He wiped the blood off his face and sighed: "Yang Zi, if you wait a little longer, my brother, I will return to the west."
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"You are blessed with great fortune and great fortune, and the Lord of Hell cannot accept you."
Yang Chen, who appeared in time, spoke and walked to Joseph, squatted down, pinched Joseph's mouth open, and pulled out a denture. This denture contained poison and could be bitten into pieces. CIA agents used it to commit suicide as a last resort to prevent them from being unable to withstand the torture.
To force a confession and reveal secrets.
Yang Chen speculated that Wu Jie and Huang might be attacked, so he sent someone to escort him openly and secretly rushed to Kampala to respond. Fortunately, he made a smart move, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.
Joseph stared at Yang Chen and said with a ferocious face: "This area has been blocked, you can't escape with your wings!"
"Really?" Yang Chen asked with a playful expression.
