Eight hundred and forty-eighth chapter Lao Maozi's suffocation
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Puff.
Amidst the spattering of warm blood, an old sniper lying on the roof fell down, with a look of disbelief on his face. How was he discovered? However, he had no chance to know. With a snap,
The corpse fell, the head hit the ground, split open instantly, and the brains were scattered on the ground.
call.
After a successful blow, He Zhenzhong's body turned sharply, holding the gun in both hands, and pressed hard with the index finger of his right hand.
Da da da.
Dang Dang.
Cement sand splashed, and then with a pop, a blood flower bloomed.
Boom.
The body of an old Maozi officer fell out from the corner, but his eyes were wide open, staring at the bullet hole in the corner, and his eyes were full of panic. The bullet actually shot through the wall? How is this possible?
Nothing is impossible. The fighting power displayed by the furious He Zhenzhong is enough to scare anyone's heart.
Deng Deng Deng.
No one who fought along the way could resist. Whether it was Lao Maozi's elite or agents from Britain, the United States and other countries, they all died under He Zhenzhong's gun. No one was spared.
Arriving in front of the weapons and ammunition depot, He Zhenzhong stopped. The old men here were indeed elites. The fighting outside was so fierce that at least one company of people was still guarding there.
Boom boom boom.
The shadows of three helicopters have appeared in the sky.
It was the nearby Russian troops that rushed over.
Time was running out. He Zhenzhong threw away the gun in his hand with a clang and muttered something silently in his mind. With a bang, a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher flashed out of the storage space.
call.
Taking a deep breath, he walked around the corner and walked out