After Chang Qing quickly changed the magazines of the two MP5 submachine guns in his hands, he fired a precise two-shot with each hand. After headshotting the two militants who were struggling to get up from the ground, he glanced at Luo Hao's hands.
Pistol, handed him the two MP5 submachine guns in his hand, "Use this to beat them hard!"
Luo Hao took the weapon handed over by Chang Qing, held the medical guide table with one hand, jumped over, and sat on his heavy motorcycle with his back to Chang Qing, using the two MP5 submachine guns with high firing rate and low recoil in his hands.
From time to time, he shot at the surrounding militants.
There were a total of six motorcycles that rushed into the lobby on the ground floor of the hospital. For the six people in Tactical Group B, there was exactly one motorcycle for each person.
"Boss, where should I sit?" Carlos, who tied Fang Hongyu and himself together with a bandage, asked Chang Qing.
"Carlos, your car is outside!" Chang Qing pointed to a car parked outside the building that originally belonged to the militants and said.
Carlos, who was holding the AK-47 in his hands, showed excitement on his face. Under the cover of Luo Hao, Chang Qing and others, he rushed towards the car at the door.
While advancing under cover, Carlos shot from time to time with the AK-47 in his hand. To Luo Hao's surprise, the AK-47 automatic rifle, which had a terrible recoil, turned out to be extremely stable under Carlos, and
His shots are also extremely accurate, and there is no way he can be linked to his identity as a taxi driver!
"Carlos's shooting skills are good!" Luo Hao fired three times in a row, knocked down the militant holding the shotgun in his hand, and said to Chang Qing.
"I trained it with my own hands, can it be any worse?" Chang Qing curled up his lips proudly, and took out two grenades from his body and handed them to Luo Hao, "If they push too hard and can't get away, just use this.
Send them to heaven!"
After Carlos, who was driving a blue car, drove out of the hospital gate first, six black heavy-duty motorcycles in the hall also roared out of the hospital.
"Chase them! If you can't capture them alive, kill them all!" Looking at the motorcycles and cars rushing out of the hospital gate like a tornado, the braided head ordered the armed men around him with fierce eyes.
In the hall on the ground floor, there were still militants with fighting power. They swarmed towards the cars parked outside the hall, rushed out of the hospital gate and chased the motorcycle speeding on the road.
Luo Hao, who had his back against Chang Qing, raised the MP5 submachine gun in his hand, pointed it at the windshield in front of the driver of a white van that was rapidly approaching him, and pulled the trigger.
"Ta-da!", "Ta-da!"
Two precise rounds hit the windshield. The windshield, which had no bulletproof effect, shattered with the sound, and the warhead pierced the driver's eyebrow.
The white van, which lost control of the driver, took a "snake-like step" on the road, and then hit the isolation belt in the middle of the road with a "bang" sound. The entire front of the van was dented, and the militant on the passenger seat was directly hit.
They were squeezed to death in the car, and the few remaining militants were completely trapped in the car because the car was deformed and the door could not be opened.
"The spare magazines are in the bags on both sides of you!" Chang Qing, who was driving the motorcycle fast on the road, shouted loudly at Luo Hao, who was leaning against him and sitting in the back seat.
Luo Hao reached for the bags hanging on both sides of the motorcycle and found the spare magazine. He quickly changed the magazine, loaded the bullet, and said to Chang Qing: "Brother Chang, it turns out you were prepared!"
"It must be necessary!" Chang Qing drove a motorcycle and passed between two cars, saying: "When I was carrying a gun and fully armed to perform tasks in the jungle, you were still drinking milk!"
After changing the magazine, Luo Hao continued to work left and right, shooting at the car chasing after him.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Chang Qing and Luo Hao were chasing two cars from behind. Because they had to dodge the bullets from the submachine gun in Luo Hao's hand, they were unable to avoid the car in front and directly rear-ended the two cars in front.
Stop in the middle of the road.
Chang Qing seized the opportunity and turned the accelerator to the bottom. The locomotive's engine made a low roar and rushed like a whirlwind towards the intersection ahead where the signal lights had started to flash.
After six locomotives rushed through the intersection, a container truck drove out of the intersection on the right and blocked several locomotives.
Noticing the container truck that suddenly stopped in front of him, Luo Hao reached out and was about to touch the grenade hanging on his belt, but was stopped by Chang Qing, "Don't be nervous, I'm one of my own!"
The iron door of the container behind the truck was opened. The heavy iron door hung to the ground, and a long string of sparks came out on the road.
Carlos, who was driving at the front of the convoy, saw the opportunity, stepped on the accelerator, and controlled the car to rush into the cargo box through the iron door. After Carlos' car rushed into the cargo box, six locomotives also rushed into the car behind the container truck.
cargo box.
"Speed up, chase me! Don't let them run away..." The braided man sitting in a red sedan poked his head out of the passenger window, brandishing the shotgun in his hand, and was about to continue on.
When I was addicted to giving orders, before I could shout out the order, I was blocked by the terrifying scene in front of me.
In the container, Chang Qing took an AK-47 from a subordinate, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet. He led five other men in black and stood in front of the container, aiming six AK-47s behind him and chasing after him.
Reluctant militants.
"Da da da da..."
"Kengkengkengkeng..."
A rain of bullets hit the car behind the truck, where the militants were riding. The braided man who leaned half of his body out of the car was shot into pieces by the bullets on the spot, fell to the middle of the road, and was killed by someone speeding behind him.
The car came and crushed my head.
Among the other cars, some lost control because their engines were damaged by bullets, and crashed into the car next to them. The car behind them, which had no time to dodge and brake, was hit by the car again and was forced to stop on the road.
The car in the middle was involved in a rear-end collision. For a moment, the cars behind the container truck were bumping into each other on the road.
With a cold face, Chang Qing threw the AK-47 automatic rifle that had been filled with bullets and with smoke floating from the muzzle to the men in black next to him. He walked quickly to Mekaro and looked at the stretcher, covered in blood.
Fang Hongyu, who was bleeding, asked: "Mekaro, how is she?"
Mekaro shook his head helplessly and said to Luo Hao and Chang Qing: "I just injected her with adrenaline. Her consciousness will soon return to consciousness, but she only has a few minutes. What do you need?