Situ Kong's scalpels wrapped in gauze, plus the length of the handle, were each about five or six inches long. This length was similar to the length of Wang Hu's flying knives, so Situ Kong could completely follow Wang Hu's flying knives.
Throwing method.
During the five months in the jungle training camp, Situ Kong never stopped practicing Wang Hu's "flying knife skills". Although Situ Kong is not yet at the level of Wang Hu, he can throw throwing knives.
Wang Hu’s charm is 70% or 80%!
The six scalpels, illuminated by the white lights above the corridor, reflected a penetrating cold light. The sharp blades tore the air between Situ Kong and the militants, and pointed towards the six men holding shotguns and AKs in their hands.
-47 automatic rifle militants forced away!
Seeing the scalpels shooting towards them in mid-air, the six armed men in the corridor who were targeted by Situ Kong instinctively sensed the danger.
The militants instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but Situ Kong used his family's breathing method and Wang Hu's special technique of throwing flying knives, so the flying speed of those scalpels in the air was much faster.
More than they imagined.
Water can carry and capsize a boat. In the hands of a surgeon, the scalpel is a tool used to save lives and heal the wounded, but in the hands of Situ Kong, it is a life-threatening talisman!
Unlike Wang Hu's flying knives with blood grooves, although the scalpel is extremely sharp, it is lighter in texture. If it attacks the opponent's body, it is difficult to achieve significant results. Therefore, the attack parts chosen by Situ Kong are basically
Focus on the opponent's throat and carotid artery.
"Chi!", "Chi!", "Chi!", "Chi!"...
A series of soft sounds of sharp weapons cutting through human muscle tissue were heard, and under the white light, red blood lines spread in the air. In the blink of an eye, six militants who had been fatally wounded fell to the ground, covering their necks.
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It seems incredible and unimaginable to use a cold weapon like a flying knife to deal with the powerful AK-47 automatic rifle. But Situ Kong used his actual actions to prove to everyone that cold weapons may not be weaker than
Hot weapon!
Situ Kong, who had just landed on the ground, didn't pause at all. He pushed his right foot hard on the ground. His whole body was like a cannonball, and he rushed towards the other armed men in the corridor. And
In the process of Situ Kong sprinting, he turned his hands, and six more Mangsen Leng's scalpels appeared in his left and right hands!
The scalpel thrown out from the fingers of Situ Kong's hands was like a precision-guided weapon, accurately shooting at the throats of the six militants. There was no way to avoid it!
Situ Kong was holding a scalpel in his hand. Every time a flying knife was fired, a militant would inevitably fall to the ground.
When Situ Kong finished throwing all the scalpels on his body, there were already fifteen militants lying on the ground with their carotid arteries cut or shot through their throats. Such knife-throwing results were even more impressive for Wang
When Hu saw it, he probably couldn't help but applaud Situ Kong!
The remaining five armed men in the corridor were frightened to death when they saw Situ Kong, who looked like a murderous god. They turned around and ran towards the stairs.
But how could Situ Kong let them escape as they wished? He bent down and picked up an AK automatic rifle from the ground, fired a string of bullets at the backs of the five militants, and knocked them to the ground in an instant.
Situ Kong was holding an AK-47 automatic rifle in his hand, with smoke still coming from the muzzle of the rifle. Before he could take a breath, his attention was attracted by the sound of dense footsteps coming from downstairs.
"Me!" Seeing the armed men rushing toward his floor, Situ Kong couldn't help but curse.
After bending down to pick up a few AK-47 automatic rifles from the ground, Situ Kong quickly ran in the direction of the operating room. Because there were so many militants coming up from downstairs, there were twenty or thirty people, this was definitely not Situ Kong.
One person can handle it.
However, just after Situ Kong ran a few steps, gunshots were heard from downstairs.
"Bang!", "Da da!"
It was the sound of shotguns and automatic rifles mixed together. Along with the sounds of these two types of gunshots, the wails of militants could be heard from time to time.
Out of curiosity, Situ Kong handed the weapons in his hands to Zhou Bai and others who came to help him, then turned and walked to the stairs to find out what was going on downstairs.
On the stairs, Luo Hao, armed with an M1014 semi-automatic shotgun in his left hand and an AK-47 automatic rifle in his right hand, was alone, killing all the way up from the downstairs.
Those militants need to worry about their companions around them and dare not shoot at will, but Luo Hao has no such scruples. Because except for him, everyone around him is his enemy, and he can hunt and kill them at will!
After firing the last bullet from the shotgun in his hand, Luo Hao, who was standing at the top of the stairs, fired the bullets from his AK-47 automatic rifle at the militants on the stairs, regardless of how many people he killed.
He dropped the empty automatic rifle in his hand, turned around and ran towards the floor where the operating room was.
"Sister Hong, how is the situation?" Luo Hao asked Zhou Bai after taking a loaded Remington m870 shotgun from Zhou Bai.
Zhou Bai shook his head helplessly and replied: "There is no news yet!"
"When will our reinforcements arrive?" Luo Hao asked Carlos after firing a shot at the militants downstairs with the shotgun in his hand.
"It will take about twenty minutes!" Carlos replied truthfully.
"Damn it!" Luo Hao cursed and ordered to the people behind him: "Retreat, use the operating room to establish a defense line, and we must persist until Sister Hong's operation is over, or until Boss Chang brings reinforcements!
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The seven people had just retreated to the door of the operating room. The door of the operating room was opened from inside the operating room. There were doctors with bright red blood stains on their gloves, and several nurses who looked like they were in a hurry and wanted to go out. Apparently there was a fierce gunfight outside.
, has attracted their attention.
"Doctor, how are the patients inside?" Luo Hao, whose body was covered in the blood of those militants, asked as he looked at the doctor coming out of the operating room.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do..."
"Go back!" Before the doctor could finish his words, Luo Hao used the shotgun in his hand to force him back.
"Everyone, please retreat to the operating room!" Luo Hao, who forced the doctor back to the operating room, shouted loudly at several people in the corridor.
As the five members of tactical team B and Carlos retreated into the operating room, the operating room door, which was made of alloy and might not be able to collapse even if it was hit by a rocket bomb, was closed again. Luo Hao was chasing after him.
The bullets they fired hit the alloy door, making a crackling sound like fried beans.