"If I can't see Thomas within ten seconds, the deal between us will be voided!" Zhang Lan shouted loudly at the man in the suit: "Voided!"
She turned around and snapped her fingers.
"Pull up our goods! Get ready to leave!"
"Relax, my friend..." The man in the suit spread his hands and said with a relaxed look: "Don't be so excited, I promise, Thomas will appear within ten seconds."
As soon as he finished speaking, the back door of the first Land Rover opened.
The man in the suit glanced at it with a strange smile on his face.
"Look, isn't Thomas here?"
puff--
A mass rolled out of the back seat of the Land Rover Defender off-road vehicle and landed directly on the ground.
Zhang Lan took a closer look and saw that the black figure was Thomas.
To be precise, it was the dying Thomas.
The former Marine pressed his hands tightly on his neck, making a sound of "uh uh uh" in his throat, and bright red plasma spurted out like a leaky water pipe.
His throat was cut.
"OH! FUC/K!"
The hair all over Zhang Lan's body stood up.
Something bad is happening!
These four words were like thunder piercing the night sky.
"Kill them!"
In panic, the woman let out a scream that was enough to shatter the glass.
Almost at the same time, the smiling face of the man in the suit froze in an instant, and his two hands that were originally spread out were inserted back into his suit like lightning.
That's his ribs.
In less than 0.5 seconds, he magically pulled out two Israeli-made Micro-Uzi submachine guns from under his ribs.
Sizzling sizzling——
Because the rate of fire is so fast, its gunfire sounds like a buzzer.
The bullets cascaded towards the bodyguard next to Zhang Lan in an instant.
This gun was designed and launched by the Israelis in the 1990s. It is smaller and shorter than the Mini Uzi. It is similar to a larger submachine pistol. It uses 9mm ammunition. When the butt is folded to the right, the total length is only 250mm (9.84 inches).
A pistol is not much bigger.
What makes the Uzi submachine gun famous in the military world is not its length, but its rate of fire.
In the firing state, 1250 rounds per minute (approximately 21 rounds per second) or 1700 rounds per minute (approximately 28 rounds per second) are enough to put various famous machine guns to shame.
Zhang Lan's two foreign bodyguards didn't even have time to lift the barrels of their AR-15 guns, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from their chests.
In less than a second, the two bodyguards had been shot more than a dozen times and fell to the ground dead.
Absolutely clean and tidy!
The man in the suit simply ignored the hundreds of minions behind Zhang Lan.
When he fired, Zhang Lan's men were completely in a state of shock.
Things took a turn for the worse, and the situation made it impossible for everyone to turn around.
The roofs of the two Land Rovers suddenly opened, revealing two huge gun barrels. The gunmen in camouflage uniforms stood behind the guns, appearing like the god of death with murderous intent.
M134 machine gun——MINI GUN!
Commonly known as the Gatling gun!
The militants fled in panic. The bullets fired by the two M134 Gatlings were like live wires even in broad daylight, cutting off everything they swept.
Several militants who were fighting back with guns drawn were cut off at the waist!
This is definitely a killer weapon in individual combat!
The rate of fire of the M134 machine gun can reach 6,000 rounds per minute, which is more powerful than the Uzi!
At this time, Qin Fei was only a dozen meters away from the truck, and suddenly the situation around him became violent and screaming.
The scene in Guantou Col suddenly got out of control.
"What's going on!"
Xu Wu's inquiry came from the earphones.
"Damn! I don't know!" Qin Fei was already lying on the ground.
An armed man running past him was hit in the neck, and his head was completely severed, with only a little bit of flesh connected to his body.
Blood poured down like rain.
Qin Fei suddenly became a bloody man.
Outside the valley, gunfire suddenly rang out.
Wang Kai's three-person team was responsible for the Taniguchi raid.
"Old Xu! There's chaos outside! People from both sides of the transaction are fighting! Who are we helping!?"
yes?
Which side are you helping now?
"We won't help either side. After they finish fighting, we will stop them. Whoever survives will stop them!"
But things seemed to have reached a turning point in an instant.
"Old Xu! They have discovered us! They are shooting at us! Their cars are equipped with Gatling M134s. We are suppressed in the woods and do not dare to raise our heads at all!"
Xu Wu looked towards the entrance of the village with a telescope. All the bodyguards brought by Zhang Lan were now lying on the ground.
Several Land Rovers were lying on the road, each with an M134 machine gun mounted on the roof.
This is a perfect and precise tactical plan.
From the beginning, the buyer never thought about paying Zhang Lan.
"Old Xu, I want to blow up the car!"
Qin Fei crawled on the ground in a low posture, trying to avoid being too high. No matter whether the two sides were fighting for the black or not, or who was losing, there was nothing wrong with blowing up the car.
After rigorous training, Qin Fei's low-lying crawler could climb at least ten meters in four seconds, and he got under the fuel tank of the truck like a snake.
Turning over, Qin Fei planned to take out the remote-control detonation device installed in his pocket.
It was also at that moment that a feeling of existential threat came to my mind.
Qin Fei immediately gave up taking out the explosives and instead touched the Type 92 pistol, turned around and hit it!
Two dark faces appeared above Qin Fei's head.
It’s a tuft of hair and fish eyes!
In the narrow bottom of the car, the AK47 automatic rifle with a tuft of hair and fishy eyes had no time to use it.
Moreover, neither of them expected that the poor little mute would turn into an agile tiger in the blink of an eye.
He actually put a gun to his head!
"Are you crazy!? You are crazy! One of our own!"
A tuft of hair felt the coldness of the gun barrel between his eyebrows, and was as shocked as a fried chicken.
After calling a few times, it suddenly sounded like this mute might not understand the language of his own country, so he changed to English again.
"Are-you-crazy-you-bastard!"
Listening to the funny Southeast Asian accented English, looking at the panicked tuft of hair and the stunned fish eyes, Qin Fei said coldly in English: "I'm not crazy, it's you who are stupid!"
A tuft of hair reacted quickly. He immediately realized that the "little mute" in front of him was not a mute at all. With such neat skills, he might be a member of the special forces.
Thinking of this, his mind was immediately washed into a blank.
It's over, it's over! He kept thinking to himself.
He regarded Qin Fei as a special soldier hired by the buyer and an internal agent placed under Zhang Lan.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I have an eighty-year-old mother, a twenty-year-old wife, and several children!"
A tuft of hair almost peed my pants.
Qin Fei hesitated.
This is a hesitation that shouldn't exist.
But this is his first time on the battlefield. If a tuft of hair raises a gun or attacks him, maybe Qin Fei can shoot him in the head without hesitation.
Not now.
A tuft of hair held up his hands, as did Yubuyan. Under the narrow car, the three of them were like frozen sculptures.
Qin Fei's index finger pressing on the trigger was trembling slightly. The trigger, which had only two pounds of resistance, now weighed as much as a thousand pounds.
For Qin Fei, killing a person who has no ability to resist is really not as easy as imagined.
"Qin Fei! What are you doing under the car! Retreat quickly! Retreat quickly!"
Xu Wu's voice came from the earphones, as if he was from another world.
Sweat dripped from Qin Fei's head and slid down his forehead and cheeks.
"Don't kill me...don't kill me...please..."
A tuft of hair and fish eyes begged with tears in their eyes.