"Hoo——" Following Wei Hongchao's command, the Flying Snake team members moved quickly.
They opened the trunk of the car and each pulled out four black boxes, then quickly opened the front hood of the car.
The front cover of the car was all raised up, like solar photovoltaic panels, and then the bottom of the black box was opened, revealing a series of slots.
With a clicking sound, all the black boxes were pressed into the front end of the car.
Ye Fan clearly captured that the box was filled with countless bullets.
These bullets are half the size of ordinary warheads, but each one is extremely sharp and flashes with an intimidating aura of death.
Then, the five vehicles adjusted their directions and formed a fan posture to face the enemy.
The more than 300 enemies relied on the strength of their numbers and completely ignored Ye Fan and others. They hid behind cars or shields and gradually closed the distance.
They prepared to move forward and shoot.
With three hundred people, three hundred hot weapons, and close range bombardment, the Dragon Temple believed that it could overwhelm Wei Hongchao with one wave of attacks.
The Flying Snake Team didn't fire either. Several people took out their notebooks and started tapping with their fingers.
Soon, densely packed enemies turned into red dots and appeared on the screen.
Ye Fan didn't make a sound, nor did he rush to kill the enemy. He just waited quietly for Wei Hong to fight the first wave against them.
Two hundred meters away, Wei Hong made no move towards them.
One hundred and fifty meters away, Wei Hongchao and the others were still operating the computer.
One hundred meters away, Wei Hongchao and others were still nervously adjusting their direction.
Eighty meters away, Ye Fan saw that the enemy entered the yellow line area of the computer.
Fifty meters away, all three hundred enemies advanced to the red area.
Ye Fan could feel that the three hundred enemies began to raise their weapons and lock on, and soon they would bombard the convoy.
"Riddled with holes!"
At this moment, Wei Hongchao gave an order: "Let go!"
The Flying Snake players hit the Enter key at the same time.
Numerous bullet holes were instantly exposed on the front hood of the car, followed by a loud bang and 180,000 bullets erupted simultaneously.
Ye Fan's eyelids jumped instantly.
"boom!"
Countless warheads poured towards the enemy.
The wind and rain fell, suffocating the trees.
The momentum flying all over the sky made everyone tremble, and everyone could feel the overwhelming feeling.
The enemy soldiers, who were using their vehicles and shields as cover, looked at the incoming warheads with ashen faces.
They tried their best to avoid it.
But the car and the shield were as fragile as paper in front of these dense bullets, falling into pieces.
It can carry one or ten warheads, but it cannot carry one hundred, one thousand, or ten thousand.
Like locusts, they penetrated cars, shields, body armor, and flesh.
Ye Fan was stunned as he watched the enemy turn into a pile of flesh and blood and fall to the ground.
Each bullet takes away something, and 180,000 bullets are enough to take away their entire bodies and their lives.
In place, there was only a little blood and debris.
"Ah——" The dozens of cars roaring in front seemed to have been flattened by bulldozers, tilting and collapsing layer by layer.
In less than ten seconds, Ye Fan could not see the enemy advancing in his field of vision, only a lingering blood mist.
Not a single person left alive.
It's too domineering, too cruel, and too terrifying.
Ye Fan once thought that he could face hot weapons calmly now, but now he sees that he is still too naive.
He could easily avoid or block the waves of limited thermal weapons.
But faced with such a bombardment of 180,000 warheads, it is estimated that there is still no way to fight back.
He couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"
"One of Ye Tang's biggest killers is riddled with holes."
Wei Hongchao's eyes flashed with countless rays: "The warhead is three grams, and it can fire 180,000 in seconds. It is specially designed to annihilate armed forces with large numbers of people."
"It's just that the system and warhead have to be customized. The cost is at least 100 million, and it can only be used once."
He showed a hint of regret: "I would never burn money like this if I didn't have to."
"This money is well spent!"
"Young Master Wei, go to Biyuan Resort to rescue Tang Ruoxue."
"Once the rescue is successful, get on the boat and leave immediately."
Ye Fan laughed loudly, then jumped up and rushed into the distance as fast as a meteor.
Wei Hongchao shouted: "Where are you going?"
Ye Fan didn't look back: "Decisive battle!"
He vaguely felt that there was a strong man sitting on the hill, so he wanted to capture the thief first and capture the king first to kill the opponent.
Killing 300 people in one instant can certainly shock your opponents, but it will also make them crazier and they will soon recruit manpower to attack again.
Being in a foreign country, a protracted war is tantamount to self-destruction, and there is no way to bring Tang Ruoxue back smoothly.
So Ye Fan must take down the opponent's leader.
"Walk!"
Wei Hongchao shouted at a dozen flying snake elites: "Go to Biyuan Resort!"
The elite flying snakes moved quickly, turning the off-road vehicle and rushing towards the destination... "Whoosh -" Ye Fan was very fast, and soon rushed to the hill while taking advantage of the wind and rain.
The remaining enemies were still shocked by the brutal death of three hundred companions. When they saw Ye Fan approaching, they roared: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
The elite Dragon Temple guarding the entrance warned and raised their thermal weapons to attack.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan crushed a rock with his foot, and then swept it violently, and the gravel shot out with a 'boom'.
"Bang bang bang!"
Six Dragon Temple elites were hit in the body by stones, and they were suddenly shot like arrows. They kept twisting with hot weapons and spurted a mouthful of blood from their mouths and noses.
"Whoosh!"
When they were swaying and falling, Ye Fan had already rushed into the crowd like a phantom.
He kicked one person away, and at the same time pulled out the saber from the other person's waist and spun around.
The three Dragon Temple masters screamed and fell, their hearts bleeding.
When the blood was flying, Ye Fan raised his saber again and drove it into the sixth man's throat. Then he turned around and grabbed his body to block it in front of him.
The next second, Ye Fan dodged the hot weapon in his hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of bullets were fired, and the five Dragon Temple elites who pressed over were instantly shot in the head and fell on the mountain road filled with blood.
"Bang bang bang!"
Ye Fan turned his gun again and shot four more enemies at the commanding heights.
The next second, he stretched out his body again and threw forward. In the process, he raised his hands and the silver needle flew, and the three of them fell out of the grass.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan, who was being pulled by a rope, rushed towards the command center like a meteor.
As soon as he jumped onto the last passage, he was attacked by a group of Dragon Temple elites.
Ye Fan didn't have any trouble at all. He grabbed a hot weapon and fired two rounds at close range. After knocking down seven or eight people, he began to charge fiercely.
He was full of momentum and faced off against the surrounding enemies head-on.
Ye Fan was running and shooting at the same time.
One by one, the blocking enemies fell to the ground, and the grass and trees stained red with blood looked shocking.
"Bang bang bang!"
The mountain road instantly became filled with flesh and blood, and screams continued to be heard.
In this case, there is no technique or hesitation, just constant shooting and constant confrontation.
Whoever is afraid of death will die first. When we meet on a narrow road, only the brave will win.
"kill!"
Ye Fan pushed forward without fear of death and killed all the surrounding enemies.
The bullet casings and blood stains were crunched under his feet, making Ye Fan even more incomparable.
Two Dragon Temple gunmen went around Ye Fan's back, trying to kill the pervert with a cold shot.
They moved the short guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns moved towards Ye Fan little by little.
When they were about to lock in, they suddenly felt a chill.
"Um?"
There was a chill that could make the hair stand on end, like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake. From the corner of their eyes, they looked at the source of danger.
He saw Ye Fan smiling kindly at him, his white teeth shining with bloodthirsty light.
Immediately, a hand squeezed their throats with a click.
"flutter!"
The two men spurted blood to death.
Ye Fan went on a killing spree, killing the remaining enemies to pieces, and then rushed to the top of the mountain, a fairly open flat land.
In the middle of the flat ground, there is a pavilion two meters in diameter.
There are Go chess, snacks, boiled tea, and a few stones in the pavilion.
On the stone in the middle, there is an old man in white sitting, with a shaved head and a white coin in his hand.
Ye Fan's pupils shrank: "Devil Monk Luang Po Pan?"
The old man in white looked up at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, why are you struggling?
Heaven’s decree cannot be violated.”
"Bang -" Ye Fan picked up a sunspot and punched it into the white formation: "Even if you are the sky, I will beat the sky today!"
