The strong wind roared and swept through this unfinished building about ten stories high. Windows without windows, doors without doors, skylights without skylights... all the corners were visited one by one, and finally from a concrete place on the back of the building
Go straight out of the cave.
Last night, while lying on the rooftop and looking at the bright stars, Tang Chao felt that the wind in west Africa was very refreshing. There were not many traces of modern civilization, only the original scent of nature, mixed with a little fresh smell of soil after the rain, accompanied by
Very easy to fall asleep.
but now,
Tang Chao felt that the wind was like a knife, mixed with gunpowder and dust particles in the air, entering the lungs from the mouth and nose, cutting back and forth, violently evaporating the water and energy in the body, and causing burning pain.
It's quite speechless to say that it was just a simple mission. The Tang Dynasty still doesn't know what happened or which link went wrong, but these are no longer important now.
He crossed more than a dozen steps in two steps, and before he could fall down, a figure rushed out from behind the wall, pointing at an AK47. However, before he could pull the trigger, bang, a bullet seemed to have been waiting there.
, instantly penetrated the eyebrows, and then came out from the back of the head, bringing out a line of blood.
Without even looking, the expressionless Tang Chao stood at the entrance of the corridor, with a pistol in his left hand and a submachine gun in his right hand. There was a loud thumping sound, bullets were flying, and there were screams in the narrow corridor. The more than ten figures who had just rushed out from both sides were instantly shot again.
Suppress it back and roar in vain.
The pistol magazine was emptied first, turned sideways, the empty magazine fell to the ground, the new magazine clicked, and the bullet was loaded again.
It takes at least half a breath, which is terrifying.
But this is a battlefield. You can do a lot of things with half a breath, and can easily decide life or death. The identity of the opponent is still unclear, but it is obvious that he has extremely rich combat experience. He caught it in a short period of time, with a soft ding, and a grenade came.
Throw it empty.
Out of the corner of his eye, the submachine gun with its empty magazine flew out, accurately hitting the grenade. On the way back, the pistol bullets followed it like a shadow, bang, boom... cement fragments flew everywhere, and dust filled the air. As if borrowing the thrust of the aftermath, the body
Like a ghost, he hurriedly rushed to the right side of the aisle. Immediately, after a quick and crisp sound like a pot of fried beans, the expressionless Tang Chao walked out of the room, covered in blood.
The seventh floor, clear!
I'm afraid I'm going to be in trouble this time...
It has been more than ten years since he entered this industry. Regarding life and death, Tang Chao has already taken a dim view. He is just a little curious and curious about how big a battle the other party used to kill him... Yes, excluding the endless gunmen in front of him.
, not including the approaching footsteps at the bottom of the stairs, these are just cannon fodder, just to keep driving him to higher floors.
This was seen as early as the third floor, but the Tang Dynasty did not choose to break out because there was no way to escape.
From the moment he was attacked, Tang Chao was aware of the vast haze and depressing terror that shrouded his heart. It was a warning from his perceptual powers, just like countless times before when he was in a desperate situation amid a hail of bullets, but this time the powers did not
Point out escape routes…
He leaned over to pick up the AK47 on the ground, and found two grenades from the corpse. Tang Chao went up to the eighth floor. There were no enemies ambush on this floor. Maybe he was not prepared, or he felt it was unnecessary.
He fired a few shots at random and suppressed the approaching steps. Tang Chao did not hesitate and continued to go up the stairs. Since there was no way to escape, why not follow the other party's wishes and see what his final destination would be.
appearance.
Didi didi...
When he reached the entrance of the corridor leading to the rooftop, a slight buzzer sounded from Tang Chao. He put his hand into his arms, took out his mobile phone, paused for a moment when he looked at the caller number, then suddenly chuckled, and put it to his ear,
"I'm glad to receive your call at this time, old Harlan."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then a complicated voice came, "I'm also glad that the call can still be connected... Tang, as I said, you are the most powerful killing machine I have ever seen. Those third-rate people
The character doesn't pose a threat to you at all..."
"To make a long story short, I'm a little busy right now." He casually pulled the grenade ring and threw it down, "Why?"
The footsteps below instantly became more chaotic, and English words such as "grenade" and "dodge" were shouted several times, but this was naturally unavoidable. The distance between the two parties was too close, and there was an explosion, the walls shook, and the entire unfinished building
It shook a few times.
"Two months ago, in Libya, do you still remember the young man who wanted to buy your knife? You didn't sell it, so he sent people to snatch it, and you killed all his men... He was the son of General Halim.
, the most valued son, the mission is fake, this is his territory, it was his idea to come here to kill you today, and those soldiers..."
"What I want to know is your reason." Tang Chao interrupted again, "We have cooperated for more than ten years, and I am a little curious."
"I'm sorry, Don... I never told you that I have a daughter named Caroline..."
"Ha, it's really bloody, so let's do it."
"Wait, Tang, you threw a grenade? Give up, they deployed a lot of heavy firepower..."
After a pause, Tang Chao raised his eyebrows, clicked, quickly emptied the AK47 magazine, and threw it away. Then he left the corridor and went to the rooftop. He pulled out a brown box from under a discarded oilcloth, opened it, and waved with both hands.
It was quickly assembled and an anti-materiel sniper rifle was set up in just over ten seconds.
Leaning over, squinting, looking through the high-power lens, muttering to himself,
"You can see the grenade fire from a distance... found it!"
It was a small sand dune in the south, with its back facing the unfinished building. Under a high-power microscope, several mortars could be clearly seen standing proudly. There were also a dozen or so black soldiers standing and carrying RPGs on their shoulders, and even a yellow car.
The green armored vehicle, all the muzzles of the gun are aimed at this side... There is no error in the perception ability, and there is indeed no escape. Such fire coverage is more than enough to destroy a small town, let alone an unfinished building.
The camera moved away and soon locked onto a familiar figure talking on the phone next to the position. The crosshair was firmly placed on the opponent's head wearing a big-brimmed hat. The latter seemed not to notice, and his chin and face moved slightly to the side, recovering.
The original position, then moved sideways again... The camera panned along and found a military jeep with half of its body exposed behind the dunes.
In the passenger seat, an arm holding a cigar stretched out of the car window. The Patek Philippe watch on his wrist was shining brightly in the light. His figure and face were hidden behind the car window, so he could not see clearly. Only a vague outline could be observed.
But enough is enough!
"Bye-Bye!"
The muzzle of the gun trembled slightly and the fire flashed.
Under high magnification, time seemed to slow down. A spindle-shaped bullet pushed away the air resistance under the strong thrust, made slight ripples, instantly crossed a distance of a kilometer, and hit the front window of the jeep. It seemed to be stuck, but then it became bulletproof.
The glass developed fine lines like a network and suddenly shattered, and then nothing could be seen anymore. The front window that had not completely shattered was completely covered by the blood that exploded inside.
There was an uproar in the position, and everyone subconsciously looked towards the location of the jeep. The facial expression of a black soldier next to the car changed several times, including shock, confusion, fear... and was clearly shown in the camera.
At this moment, the sound of shattering glass came from the phone microphone next to my ears. I paused and said, "Thanks, Tang..."
"You're welcome."
The camera instantly panned and once again locked onto the familiar figure holding the phone, still with the head between the eyebrows. There was a slight pause, the crosshair moved up, and the corners of the mouth made a slight arc, "Goodbye." Bang, the sun-visor big-brimmed hat flew out.
After hanging up the phone, Tang Chao turned around and lay on his back on the rooftop. The blue sky was cloudless. The afternoon when he smuggled away from his hometown seemed to have such good weather...
At the entrance of the corridor, a black head finally carefully turned around. Looking at the almost nightmare figure on the ground, he subconsciously raised the muzzle of his gun, but then stopped, staring blankly ahead, his pupils shrinking sharply...
In the distance, dozens of firelights shot up into the sky, intertwined with each other, and drew arcs of death from the sky, just like fireworks blooming, dazzling and dazzling.
Ha, these are probably the most expensive fireworks in the world!
This was Tang Chao's last consciousness, and then there was endless roaring around his ears. There seemed to be light flashing in the corners of his eyes. He lowered his head subconsciously. At his waist, a solid-color transparent dagger was trembling slightly. A milky white halo appeared around him, and then he was