Chapter five hundred and eighty fifth killing in the night
"Rest area, up."
"This time, he must be killed."
There was a constant sound coming from the headset.
The guy who kept squeezing through the crowd had his right hand dropped to his waist, touching the cold pistol.
Although it was pitch dark, with the bonus of the eagle eye system, He Zhenzhong's vision was definitely clearer than ordinary people.
Glancing around, his body suddenly moved. He took a few steps and rushed across. Then he stepped on the chair in the rest area and bounced upwards. Then he kicked off the wall and ran up his body.
He reached out with his right hand, grabbed the guardrail, and then easily rolled up.
boom.
Harsh gunfire sounded.
The bullet hit the guardrail with a loud bang, sparks flying everywhere.
"ah."
"Run quickly."
"Killed."
Panicked shouts rang out, and the crowd became even more confused. They all wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.
"Don't panic, everyone. I'm a policeman. Don't lose your pace and walk along the passage."
He Zhenzhong, who was charging forward, turned his head slightly and saw Ling Yun standing on a chair. Does this woman want to die when she is standing so high? What these guys want is chaos.
boom.
A little fire flashed.
He Zhenzhong's speed did not slow down at all. He raised his right hand and silently recited "Dragon Fang" in his heart. The shimmering dragon's fang head immediately appeared from the storage space and fell into his palm. Then he kicked his foot on the ground, and a fish
Jump to the top and raise your right hand at the same time.
call.
A cold light suddenly appeared, accompanied by a harsh sound breaking through the air.
puff.
A little bit of blood spattered.
"Ah, ah, ah." A shrill scream rang out, and with a clang, a pistol fell to the ground, and the guy covered his left eye with his right hand, and blood continued to flow out from between his fingers, and then
He fell to the ground with a thud.
He never closed his eyes. That guy was clearly empty-handed, so how could he show up with a sword? Is he doing magic?
Bang bang.
Da da da.
The sound of dense bullets rang out.
He Zhenzhong turned around and fell to the ground. Using the cover of those seats, he quickly rolled forward and grabbed the pistol that had fallen from the body. He then slammed his hands on the ground and his body instantly rose into the air.
Before he reached the highest point, he twisted his waist and turned his body suddenly.
Several rapid airflows passed by his ears, and his hair vibrated slightly. He Zhenzhong knew that it was the bullet that had hit his ear. He landed with a thud, and he flicked his right hand, and at the same time, he pressed his index finger down sharply.
.
boom.
puff.
boom.
puff.
Two shots were fired in succession, and the two killers who rushed over were shot in the face and fell to the ground.
The remaining killers trembled in fright and subconsciously hid behind the seats. Then they raised their hands, exposed their gun muzzles and fired continuously at He Zhenzhong.
Bang bang bang.
The sparks from the muzzle kept blooming in the night, and the dense bullets were heading towards He Zhenzhong as if they were free of charge.
Whoosh.
pedal.
He Zhenzhong stepped on the seat and then fell under the seat behind him, lying there with his body close to the ground.
"Trash, hurry up and kill him. The Chinese police have already rushed in."
"quick."
After receiving the order, those guys got up, grabbed their guns, and cautiously headed towards the place where He Zhenzhong disappeared.
Whoosh.
Two black figures suddenly flew out from behind the chair.
What? A few guys were still confused, then their faces changed drastically and they screamed in horror.
"No, grenade."
"Get down."
Boom boom.
A large ball of fire rose up, and blood and stumps continued to splash around, like a bloody rain.
The rest of the killers were dumbfounded. Where did this guy get the grenade?
"What's going on, what's going on?"
"Report, the target has grenades on him, we can't kill him."
"He was wearing a Tang suit. Where did he get the grenades?"
"Report, we don't know either."
"idiot."
There was silence in the headset for a while before a voice came out, "Time is running out, we must kill him at all costs, for the sake of the Empire of Japan, and for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor."
"yes."
Hearing this, the remaining dozen killers immediately showed crazy looks on their faces, holding guns, spreading out as much as possible, and outflanking He Zhenzhong's position.
when.
Seeing a dark gun barrel sticking out from the back of the chair, those guys were stunned. What is this?
"No, it's the barrel of a heavy machine gun."
"Oh my god, are my eyes blurry?"
Da da da.
A tongue of fire spurted out, very conspicuous in the darkness.
The dense bullets set off a crazy metal storm.
Puff puff.
Blood keeps spilling.
In just an instant, several guys coming from the front were torn into pieces by large-caliber machine gun bullets.
Then the gun muzzle turned.
Da da da.
When, when.
Poof, poof.
The chair was directly shot through and turned into a sieve. The few guys hiding underneath were instantly turned into a honeycomb. They didn't even have time to scream, and were beaten into a pool of flesh and blood.
"What's going on? Why is there the sound of machine guns?"
Hearing the questioning voice coming from the headset, one of the guys who was still alive cried and said with a choked voice: "We didn't know, that guy suddenly picked up a heavy machine gun, and all of our people were dead."
"Baga, are you kidding me? A heavy machine gun is so big and heavy. Where did you find that guy?"
"I don't know." The guy was crying. He felt aggrieved. He was so bullying. They were all holding pistols, but the guy was holding a heavy machine gun and grenades. Are they here to kill people?
It was obvious that he was going to die.
Da da da.
When, when.
Wow.
The plastic chair was directly smashed into pieces,
The guy hiding underneath shook his body a few times, blood spattered, his eyes widened, and there was no movement at all, but he just refused to close his eyes.
"Hey, hey."
He Zhenzhong walked over with the heavy machine gun in his arms, took off the guy's headset, "If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, fart."
Clang.
The sound of a chair falling to the ground came from the headset, followed by a hissing sound, and the communication was hastily cut off.
Snapped.
He Zhenzhong threw it down.
Deng Deng Deng.
"Don't move."
"Don't move."
A group of people wearing SWAT uniforms rushed over...