The sound of the gunfire was very familiar. It came from the MP5SD6 submachine gun equipped with a silencer. The sound of continuous firing of precision weapons was very rhythmic, like the rapid footsteps of death. A dozen gunmen wearing black hoods and black bulletproof vests did not know.
They appeared out of nowhere, each one hunched over and swooping over in a well-trained tactical formation, the submachine gun in his hand spraying flames almost without pause.
Liu Ziguang's pupils suddenly tightened, and the scene in front of him turned into slow motion. The MP5SD6's gun bolt kept reciprocating, and golden bullet casings were thrown out like rain. A gunman walked up to Lao Wang's Toyota and raised his hand.
He picked up a SIG pistol equipped with a silencer and fired into the car window. The action was cold and natural. Liu Ziguang knew that it was a shot fired. Lao Wang and the young man whose name he did not know had been beaten into a hornet's nest, and they still needed to be shot twice more.
, this shows that the other party does not want to leave anyone alive.
A heavy rain of bullets swept into the room, leaving a mess everywhere. The two bodyguards downstairs were beaten so hard that they were shaking like leaves in the wind. The gunmen broke in from three directions. Liu Ziguang quickly drew his gun and lay down, pulling the trigger.
The three gunmen at the front were shot in the head, and fell to the ground with blood spattering everywhere. The submachine guns in their hands still spit out a string of flames, penetrating the ceiling and beating the stunned housekeeper on the second floor to a sieve.
The PT92 in Liu Ziguang's hand did not pause, and the semi-automatic became fully automatic. The hot cartridge case was thrown out from the ejection port, and the precise bullet was wedged into the gun light. He turned his wrist and pressed the magazine release button at the same time, and the empty magazine ejected.
The live magazine was loaded immediately, the slide was reloaded and the shooting continued. After the mysterious gunmen lost four people, their arrogance was greatly reduced, and they all lay down in the garden outside and did not dare to show their faces.
"Let's go!" Liu Ziguang shouted to Chen Jinlin with a calm tone as usual. Chen Jinlin was stunned for a moment, then woke up and said something to Song Lian hurriedly. The latter hurriedly led him to the back and just turned around the corridor.
There was a burst of gunfire like popping beans, and the sound was from an M4 carbine being fired. The gunmen moved carefully, how could they leave a way out?
Almost at the same time, two grenades were thrown in from the front yard. Liu Ziguang secretly thought it was wrong and hurriedly got up and retreated. As soon as he turned around, he saw the silhouette of the gunman reflected in the corridor. He jumped forward and followed the smooth path.
The teak floor rushed forward, raised his right hand and fired two bang bang guns. The masked man who was aiming the gun at Chen Jinlin's head and was about to shoot again first turned his head into a rotten watermelon. The gunman behind him hurriedly retreated, and Liu Ziguang headed towards
Several shots were fired at the wall. The bullets penetrated the thin wooden wall panels and hit the people hiding behind. There was a sound like sandbags falling to the ground.
With a bang, the grenade exploded. This was not an ordinary grenade, but a shock bomb that could emit strong light and loud noise. Even Liu Ziguang felt his ears buzzing. He lowered his head and looked at Chen Jinlin. He was shot in the chest and was already dying. Song Lian
He was curled up in the corner, shivering all over, and his crotch was wet and dripping.
Without having time to think about it, he first pulled the M4 carbine in the dead man's hand, and then took out two live ammunition magazines from the tactical vest on his chest. Suddenly Liu Ziguang's eyes lit up, and he saw two American-made hand grenades hanging on the dead man's waist, and he picked them off easily.
He came over and inadvertently opened the dead man's T-shirt, revealing a shield-shaped badge stuck on his belt, with four familiar letters on it: t...
Liu Ziguang smiled bitterly. No wonder these gangsters were so arrogant and dared to open fire in wealthy areas. They turned out to be licensed bandits.
At this time, the sound of combat boots stepping on broken glass could be heard in the hall. Liu Ziguang did not hesitate, pulled the tab of the grenade, and waited for three seconds before throwing it out. The grenade exploded in the air, sending a wave of air hitting everyone in the hall.
There was a burst of howling and howling, and the enemy must have suffered heavy casualties.
The wound on Chen Jinlin's chest kept bleeding, and his lips turned white. He trembled and said, "Xiao Liu, I can't survive anymore. Please leave quickly."
Without saying a word, Liu Ziguang tore open his shirt and tied it to Chen Jinlin's wound. He stuck the pistol in his waist and hung the carbine on his body. He picked up Chen Jinlin, kicked Song Lian and said, "Are you going to wait for them?"
Song Lian quickly stood up, his legs still shaking a little. Facing Liu Ziguang's gun, he defended himself in Cantonese: "It's none of my business."
"Go ahead! Go down and drive." Liu Ziguang waved his gun, and Song Lianzhan led the way cautiously. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, a head appeared below. Just as he was about to shoot, the man's head was blown open by Liu Ziguang.
Song Lian didn't care about being afraid anymore, and rushed downstairs in one go. Fortunately, there were not many gunmen behind him, and they had all been killed by Liu Ziguang. When he came to the garage, Liu Ziguang put Chen Jinlin on the back seat and threatened him.
Song Lian got into the driver's seat, sat in the passenger seat with a gun, and said: "Drive!"
The high-horsepower Toyota off-road vehicle rushed out of the garage. Before the gunman who was ambushing outside had a chance to fire, he was pinned down by Liu Ziguang with precise shots. The off-road vehicle broke through the fence and broke into the road. It drifted and flicked to correct the direction. Song Kamichi
The car roared away with oil on its feet, and the gunmen chasing after them could only bid them farewell with gunshots in vain.
"Mr. Chen, wake up, hold on!" Liu Ziguang shook Chen Jinlin's body. Chen Jinlin opened his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that this mission will cost me my life. I can't hold on anymore. I leave the task to you. I must give it to you."
..." Before he could say the next words, Chen Jinlin's head tilted and he fainted.
"Go to the hospital!" Liu Ziguang said calmly to Song Yan. He didn't need to threaten Song Yan with a gun. The scene where he had several heads exploded just now had left an indelible memory for Song Yan.
"No problem, no problem." There were beads of sweat on Song's head, and he drove the car skillfully in the Manila night. The gun battle just now did not seem to cause social chaos. What should the people on the street do?
What were you doing? You didn't even hear the sirens.
Suddenly, a checkpoint appeared in front of him. The police waved a fluorescent warning sign to indicate that the car should be stopped for inspection. Liu Ziguang removed the half-exploded magazine, loaded a new one, cocked the gun with a clatter and prepared to attack hard. Song Lian hurriedly dissuaded him.
: "Don't shoot, they are not in the same group."
Liu Ziguang stared into Song Yan's eyes, and Song Yan dared to look at him.
"Okay, I believe you." Liu Ziguang put the gun on his lap so that he could shoot through the car door if necessary.
The car slowly pulled over and a policeman came over to check with his flashlight. He spoke a few words to Songyan in the local language. Songyan immediately handed over his ID with a few pesos inside. The policeman took the ID and stuffed the pesos.
He went into his coat pocket and casually looked at Chen Jinlin who was bleeding in the back seat and Liu Ziguang who was eyeing him with a gun. He didn't seem too surprised. He nodded and went back, shouting something loudly to indicate that he could be let go.
When the car got back on the road, Liu Ziguang let out a sigh of relief and asked: "Is this the virtue of your Philippine police?"
Songkan said: "It's easy to be a police officer in the Philippines, as long as you're not stupid or disabled. It's not like in Hong Kong, where you need to take exams to be a police officer."
Liu Ziguang said: "You don't care if you see someone holding a gun?"
"It is legal to hold guns in the Philippines, and the police didn't see you pointing your gun at me, so why bother? You know, we are a democratic country in the Philippines."
Liu Ziguang shrugged his shoulders and was speechless.
Song Lian drove to the door of a small clinic, parked the car and said, "I'm going to call someone."
Liu Ziguang nodded, picked up his carbine and got out of the car to be on guard. Song Yan opened the door directly and entered the clinic. After a while, no one came out. Liu Ziguang felt something was wrong. He went around to the back of the clinic and opened the ajar door with the barrel of his gun.
It was quiet inside. When I walked in slowly, I saw that there was no one in the clinic. Song Lian had already slipped away.
Liu Ziguang was a little annoyed, but he couldn't track Song Lian at this time. He could only pack a bag of medical equipment, medicines and bandages in the clinic. Since he was not sure about Chen Jinlin's blood type, he took a few packs of O-type plasma from the refrigerator.
Back in the car, he drove away from this unsafe place and stopped in the wilderness. Then he started to rescue Chen Jinlin. Under the illumination of the car lights, Liu Ziguang tore open Chen Jinlin's shirt and found that fortunately it was a gun.
The injury was a penetrating injury. The 5.56mm 09 bullet fired at close range did not roll too much, but directly penetrated Chen Jinlin's body. The bullet hole penetrated through the chest and back, and did not damage the internal organs.
Wound cleaning, disinfection, hemostasis, bandaging, and then blood transfusion, infusion, etc. Although Chen Jinlin was still in a coma, there was some blood on his face. Liu Ziguang checked his belongings and found that all his luggage was lost, and he didn't even have a communication tool.
, and looking over Chen Jinlin's body, he found that a mobile phone had been damaged, there was only some change in his wallet, and there was a chip in his trouser pocket, which he probably got from Song Lian.
It was my first mission to encounter such a scene. The person responsible for responding was killed, and my colleagues were seriously injured. I stayed in a foreign country with no friends and full of murderous intentions. But I was still a novice. I didn’t even have an emergency contact number. Even if I could
I didn’t even know who to call when I found the phone number. You must know that this is a secret operation and unauthorized disclosure is not allowed.
Liu Ziguang had no idea what to do next. After all, he was not an experienced agent, but one thing he knew very well was to fight a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.
First, Chen Jinlin was placed on the flat ground under a big tree, and the infusion bottle and plasma bag were hung on the branches of the tree. Then he searched for Song Lian's off-road vehicle and found an English version of the city map. Liu Ziguang found it on it.
On the street where Song Lian's residence was located, he found the nearest hospital in this neighborhood. It happened that the car was equipped with a GPS navigation system and the operating language was English. After tinkering for a while, Liu Ziguang set the destination to St. Mary's Hospital and started the car.
It was already late at night, but the streets of Manila, a city that never sleeps, were still brightly lit and full of tourists. Just as Liu Ziguang imagined, the car was not wanted because the efficiency of the local police was too low. We drove to the parking lot of St. Mary's Hospital without any obstruction. A doctor happened to be coming home from get off work and was picking up his car next to him. Liu Ziguang got out of the car and greeted him in English. As soon as the doctor turned around, he received a heavy punch and passed out immediately. .
Liu Ziguang took off the doctor's white coat, pinned the badge on his body, took off the doctor's glasses, put on the frames, hung the stethoscope around his neck, shortened the telescopic butt of the M4 carbine to the shortest, and hid the pistol in the white coat.
With his hand tied behind his waist, he walked into the hospital gate majestically.
Hospitals all over the world always have the same thing. The emergency room of St. Mary's Hospital is also on the first floor. The ground in the corridor is stained with blood. In the distance, a group of police officers in blue uniforms stand together and discuss something. The emergency room of the emergency operating room is also on the first floor.
The lights are on, the injured people should be receiving treatment.
Liu Ziguang strode in. The policemen were a little shocked when they saw his obviously Chinese appearance. Just as a senior police officer was about to question him, he saw the doctor with an unfamiliar face pull out an automatic rifle from under his white coat and start shooting.
The corridor was filled with blood. Seven or eight police officers were beaten to a pulp on the spot. The lightly wounded man in a bandage sitting on the bench beside the corridor was also beaten until he was covered in blood. Only the highest-ranking police officer was left shivering. Liu Ziguang
He walked up to him and hit him on the head with the butt of his gun. After knocking him unconscious, he put away his carbine, drew his pistol and kicked open the door of the operating room.
"What are you doing! Get out," the surgeon scolded sternly in English, not afraid of the gun in Liu Ziguang's hand. Liu Ziguang also replied in English: "Sorry, I'll be fine in a moment."
After saying that, he raised his pistol and shot the half-dead assassin on the operating table once in the head and heart. Liu Ziguang remembered that this guy's eyes were the ones he shot in Lao Wang's head.