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Chapter 126 Death Shock

Nieto was driven behind the wall of a building on the street, and fifty meters away from them was a barricade made of abandoned vehicles. Beside him were fifty trembling companions, all of whom were silent but had expressions on their faces.

Horrified.

"Who can tell me what kind of gun should be equipped with the magazine in my hand? Please tell me how I can use it?" Nieto asked his companions with sweating profusely, but there was no

The man answered him.

The bearded Guzman was slowly walking past Nieto, which made him shut his mouth, but there was an extreme resentment in his heart. Looking at the other person's back, this made Nieto feel like he would kill him with a single shot.

He had the urge to kill him and then run away quickly. In fact, many people at the scene had the same intention as Nieto.

boom……!

Nieto felt the warmth of blood splattering again. A gun-wielding companion beside him moved his hands, as if he wanted to raise the gun, but a bullet immediately killed him. The weight of panic made Nieto cry loudly.

Shouted, and after he screamed a few times, he saw the beard coming back to him.

"This guy wanted to shoot me in the back, right? But he didn't succeed." The smile on Guzman's face was like a devil. Behind him, Koval, a sniper, had just withdrawn his pistol.

"Sir, I don't know. I swear I don't know what he is going to do?" The resentment in Nieto's heart disappeared immediately, and was replaced by fear. He felt an uncontrollable urge to urinate in his lower body, and his whole body was shaking.

His steps were weak, even sloppy. Seeing that the gun on the corpse was snatched away by another person next to him, he couldn't help but regret why he didn't move faster.

"Kid, don't faint, otherwise I will make you never get up." Guzman saw that Nieto's body was a little erratic, and he patted him on the shoulder with a sinister smile.

A chill rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head. Nieto immediately straightened his body and shouted in a stiff tone: "No, I won't faint."

"Very good!" Guzman took out a cigarette from his pocket, forced it into Nieto's mouth, and lit it with a lighter. "Have a cigarette and you will feel better."

It's marijuana cigarettes. The Zetas gang made a fortune by selling various drugs in the United States. They never lacked marijuana. Before Nieto came to the United States, his father once warned him not to touch drugs, never touch them. But while he smoked

, while silently shedding tears, now all warnings can only be thrown aside.

The team of fifty people were all smoking marijuana, and even the corpse on the ground had a stick stuffed in its mouth. After Guzman distributed marijuana cigarettes to everyone, he said loudly: "Don't overestimate yourselves."

Ability, any resistance, escape, slack behavior will be punished.

And if you can rush through the fifty-meter street, you can stop and rest. There will be drinks and women for you to use, and there will be another team to take over your attack. Now finish your cigarettes and pray to the Holy Mother.

Bar."

A joint of marijuana made Nieto feel much better. He gained strength, confidence, and could move his hands and feet freely. Guzman's words seemed to have some magic power, making him no longer afraid.

"Okay, now charge for me! Charge! Charge! I will cover you from behind. As long as you charge over, you will win." Guzman felt that these ragtag men under him had been trained to the point, so he shouted and pushed them from the corner.

Got out.

Nieto held his magazine and started running after being kicked by Guzman. He was thinking: It wouldn't even take half a minute to run over a distance of fifty meters. As long as he ran over, he could rest.

It shouldn't be difficult.

But before this thought lasted for five seconds, Nieto heard gunfire from the barricade opposite. Immediately after, a companion in front of him fell. This man also held a magazine in his hand and was dressed in shabby and shabby clothes.

When he was hit by a bullet, his body leaned back and his hands fluttered. A large blood hole suddenly appeared on his back, and he fell to the ground along with the body.

Nieto suddenly trembled, and his anesthetized brain immediately woke up. Only then did he realize that his group was rushing forward without any protection. Bullets were raining on the opposite side, and his companions around him were dying quickly.

"Rush, rush, rush, don't stop! Whoever dares to stop will die." Guzman got an electric horn from somewhere. He hid behind the wall and continued to push his men to the battlefield. And his partner

Koval was monitoring the attacking crowd from a high building in the distance.

The mob smoking marijuana was like crazy zombies, jumping out one by one. Some shouted loudly and ran quickly, some fled here and there, looking for cover, and some simply fell to the ground and rolled over in fear of death.

And just fifty meters away, David Lawrence was shooting quickly and accurately with the m16a2 in his hand. He was accompanied by a dozen members of the search team, all of whom were shooting like targets, easily killing the crowd rushing towards them.

.

"Are these people crazy? I have killed at least four people." A member of the search team had just emptied a magazine and raised his head slightly while replacing it, as if he wanted to figure out what was happening on the other side.

It was a matter of fact. But with one swish of bullet, half of his head was blown off.

The sudden death of his companion caused the entire search team behind the barricade to lower their heads. Only David Lawrence glanced quickly and shouted: "Pay attention to concealment, don't show up randomly, and keep shooting. Can't stop, can't stop!"

David Lawrence still had one sentence in his mind that he hadn't said out loud - there were snipers suppressing him on the other side, and things were a bit troublesome.

Driven by the war team, more and more Mexicans poured out of the streets. They often appeared extremely crazy and impulsive after taking drugs. They were not even fighting, but just running unconsciously, using their bodies to hit bullets.

Guzman on the opposite side was also shouting "can't stop". He waved his pistol and drove out all fifty of his men. Behind him, another combat group of 100 people was also driven out. If someone ran a few steps behind,

If you step forward, the people supervising the battle team will definitely kill them mercilessly.

The street was immediately filled with corpses, and there were even more running figures. They almost blocked the entire street. With a shot of bullets, they could knock down two or three people. But if two or three people fell, there would be a wave of people behind them.

Four or five people came out.

The fallen corpses soon turned into obstacles, and the rushing crowd became staggering. But they were still running wildly and shooting wildly. The more people died, the closer they got to the barricade. Running past

After covering a distance of fifty meters, these suicide squads finally rushed in front of David Lawrence.

Six of David Lawrence's men had died, only two of them were killed by stray bullets, and the rest were killed by snipers from the opposite side. Seeing the crazy thugs climbing the vehicle barricade, he pulled out his pistol and shot him to death continuously.

There were six or seven people, but the people who followed were turning over one after another. The density of firepower was too low to withstand it, and the search team didn't even have time to change the magazine.

"Evacuate, evacuate here." David Lawrence quickly led people into the building on the back street. At the same time, he called urgently to Zhou Qingfeng and others: "Victor, the frontline barricade has been lost. The Zetas gang

The lunatics rushed over desperately. I have retreated into the building on the street to stop them, but you must come back quickly!"


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