"After throwing this one, there are three more!" Yu Zhiqian said to himself nervously, while taking out the grenade, unplugging the safety, and threw it directly towards the door.
After the grenade was thrown, Yu Zhiqian quickly adjusted his posture, stretched his legs forward, made a circle with his hands, leaned forward slightly, and lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly. The black men blocked most of their bodies, but their calves and Their feet were still exposed. The black militants probably thought that Yu Zhiqian could not do anything to them. They probably didn't know that there was a piece of equipment called night vision goggles, which could clearly see their every move.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
After several bursts of firing, after each bullet was fired, a black man was shot in the leg, and then fell to the ground wailing. In the end, no black man carrying a huge "iron shield" was spared, and all of them were shot and fell. The ground, and the big iron plate they carried became the last straw for the black people.
"Boss, the firepower on the other side is a bit fierce. We can't get in!" The attack was blocked again. The black people did not dare to rush into the gate. Several people who entered died. There seemed to be a man-eating devil inside the gate. Every time a gunshot was fired, A companion fell down, it was terrible!
"Drive in, you drive in, the hole is so big, what are you afraid of when you drive in!" Bowers was so angry that he stomped his feet, wishing he could drive in, but his reason told him that he couldn't take the lead in rushing in, otherwise He will also die miserably.
At this moment, there was an explosion, and the grenade thrown by Yu Zhiqian exploded. The black man who was originally pressed under the iron plate and was dying took his last breath. The black man outside the door, after Bowers' instruction, also remembered that he It seemed like there was such a thing as a car, and someone immediately jumped on it.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, drive in!" Bowers shouted, telling his men not to block the road and make way wide enough for the charging people.
"Buzzing..."
The old-fashioned pickup truck was very noisy. It had just started. Yu Zhiqian could hear it clearly in the yard. He kept his head silently and realized that the black man was not very stupid at all. He knew that he could not fill it with human life. He began to change his thinking and knew how to use tools. .
Squinting his eyes, the muzzle of the gun was facing the door. A dazzling light shot out from the hole. Yu Zhiqian's eyes had become a line. He looked at the black man heading towards the door and pulled the trigger. This time it was not a burst shot. Instead, shoot.
In almost ten seconds, all the bullets were fired. After a bunch of bullets were fired, Yu Zhiqian quickly turned to the left and rolled more than ten times in a row. Then he lifted himself from the ground. After getting up, the driver of the car must have been killed by himself, but the speed of the car did not slow down and it rushed towards the sandbag bunker.
There was a black man hiding behind the pickup truck. After the vehicle rushed through the gate, he stood up, took an old-fashioned submachine gun, and fired randomly at the factory, attacking any position where he thought there might be enemies.
The first car entered the factory. Although the driver died, the second car and the third car followed shortly after. The black man finally rushed into the factory and successfully broke through the first layer of defense.
After entering the factory, although the black people were very excited, they did not get carried away. After shouting a few words loudly, they all shrank around the vehicle, not daring to show their heads, for fear that the elusive gunman would kill them with one shot.
Yu Zhiqian lay on the ground and carefully moved his position twice. After removing the empty magazine and throwing it away, he took out a new magazine from a flower bed behind him. After loading it, he did not choose to shoot with AK. , but took out the m1911 pistol that he carried with him and carefully installed the silencer.
In the dark night, Yu Zhiqian was wearing black clothes, moving little by little on the ground, looking for a suitable position, staring at the militants entering the factory. It was impossible for this group of black people to find Kale for the time being. They were all hiding in the factory. In the basement of the factory, in order to prevent Yu Zhiqian from betraying them, Yu Zhiqian was not even told that the entrance was very hidden. Yu Zhiqian also accidentally discovered that there were only the intruders and Yu Zhiqian in the factory, and the stage was very big.
"Search! Find everyone and kill them!" Bowers finally took a brave step. When half of the people entered the factory safely, he followed closely behind. The first thing he did when entering the factory was to send People went to search the factory.
For this group of black people, their favorite thing is to search the factory. As for the enemies in the factory, they may have been scared away by them. After hearing the order, no one pushed or pushed, they were in small groups. spread out.
After watching the black men disperse and go in different directions, Yu Zhiqian slowly stood up, took a few steps back, and disappeared into the darkness. He held a dagger in his left hand and a silenced pistol in his right hand, and followed Three black men were behind, ready to look for an opportunity to strike.
Yu Zhiqian's waist was arched and his back was tense, like a cat about to enter a fighting state. If he took action at this time, he would pounce out much faster than when walking upright.
Three black men stood in a row. They looked like they had undergone some simple training. They were holding guns and pushing forward little by little. When they reached the utility room next to the factory, one person would open the door and two others would be on guard. It looks a bit like a regular army.
Yu Zhiqian followed them, about seven or eight meters away. Under the cover of darkness, the black man did not notice Yu Zhiqian. With the help of night vision goggles, he could see the black man's whereabouts clearly.
Two black people stood at the door and talked quietly. The black people in the room also said a few words of agreement from time to time, using the local black language. Except for the locals, outsiders could not understand what they were saying.
Yu Zhiqian, who was following them, stopped when he was about three or four meters away from the utility room. If he walked further, he would be spotted by a black man. Looking at the two black men in front of the door, Yu Zhiqian slowly turned the pistol. Aiming at the head of the black man on the left, he gently pulled the trigger. After a slight gunshot, the black man fell to the ground.
Yu Zhiqian took a quick step forward, and before the black man on the right side of the door could react, he was already in front of him, and the dagger was inserted directly into the black man's back from the back, forcefully With a twist, he pulled out the dagger and brought out a burst of blood.
The black man in the utility room heard the noise and asked in a low voice about the situation of the black people outside, but did not get any response. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After his Adam's apple moved up and down, he raised his gun and walked to the door cautiously: "Haha Special, can you hear me?"
"Don't play pranks, or I'll look good on you when I get out!" The black man spoke loudly to embolden himself, and slowly walked out of the door. However, when he stepped out of the room with one foot, Yu Zhiqian had already taken action. He grabbed the handguard under the barrel of the black man's gun with his left hand, raised it with force, and pressed the pistol in his right hand against the black man's chest and pulled the trigger three times.
Before dying, the black militant pulled the trigger, and all the bullets hit the air. After a series of rapid gunshots stopped, Yu Zhiqian let go of his left hand without any pause, and once again dived into the darkness, looking for the next person. A prey.
