There was no doubt about the reaction of the team of professional killers. In an instant, more than ten people in the field did not even have time to be stunned. They dispersed in an instant, with guns drawn in their hands. Several killers who were closer turned over and hid.
behind the car, but then he jumped up like an electric shock and fled frantically.
"bomb--"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden bright light in front of him. The violent explosion instantly covered the screams of panic. Several bursting fireballs shot up into the sky. Air waves rolled over. Several small cars in the center were easily thrown into the air like toys.
, twisted, split, and exploded in mid-air... Sparks flew everywhere, parts flew around, and some quickly hit the signal base tower on the side, making a constant tinkling sound, as if they were at the climax of a large-scale concert.
, it was spectacular for a while.
Of course, ordinary bombs, or ordinary car explosions, cannot have such power. The main thing is the things on the car, which are the firepower equipment brought by the Nightmare team. Under the series of explosions, several groups of fireballs are rising into the sky.
The smoke disappeared.
"Terrence - Falk!" The black man hiding behind the steel frame of the base looked at his several escaping companions who were instantly engulfed by air waves and flames. He couldn't help but cursed angrily, and pressed the communication button next to his ear, "
Attention! Enemy attack, enemy attack! Look around, dig him out for me, I will smash his head with my own hands!"
The first choice was to counterattack rather than retreat. This is a team of professional killers with amazing judgment and absolute confidence in themselves. The number of opponents cannot be large, otherwise it would be impossible to invade at such a close distance, and how could they survive?
noticed by them.
It has to be said that this black man’s on-the-spot command ability is excellent. But the next moment, the indifferent voice with a bit of joking came from the headset again,
"you sure?"
"Colin's signal...damn it!"
"there!"
Bang bang bang, in the darkness, a gunman flashed out, pointing the pistol directly at the corner of a steel frame of a base station, and decisively pulled the trigger. It was not that he caught the enemy figure, but that he noticed the hiding place of his companion Colin when he was dodging just now.
Position. No need to explain too much, tacit understanding is enough to replace communication.
The next moment, firelights lit up from all directions, and rapid gunshots sounded like rain hitting plantains at the same time. The bullets whizzed away, completely covering the corner of the base in an instant.
After firing a round of magazines, everyone stopped, and the scene returned to a mysterious and quiet state. Only the overturned cars not far away were still burning, making the sound of roaring flames. Replace the magazine, and the headset contained
The cold voice of the black man rang out, "Matt, Colliver, get over here, the rest of you should pay attention to support and stay alert."
"receive!"
Two figures walked out of their hiding place, bowed their bodies, and surrounded the corners of the base station. Their roles in the team were assaulters. Although their customary submachine guns and rifles were long gone after they were left in the car, luckily they had them with them.
They all carry pistols, which are enough to deal with most emergencies.
But at this moment, "Edwin, be careful... do it!" A gunshot suddenly came from behind, mixed with a rapid voice, "He was at nine o'clock... ah -" Before the words could be finished, there was a muffled grunt.
Screaming, everyone turned their heads and saw a companion hiding behind the steel frame, holding his arms tightly and breathing heavily. On the ground not far from him, there was a dropped pistol.
The body was stained with blood.
"Don't shoot, the opponent is moving very quickly... Blair, report his current location!"
"No, I don't know. He was holding a silenced pistol... wheeze... fast, too fast, like a ghost... Edwin died, with a knife across his throat..."
"No, Matt, Colliver, come back quickly!"
The black man thought of something and quickly turned around and yelled. However, it was too late. There were two unclear pops mixed in the night wind. The two people who were looking for cover immediately fell to the ground without saying a word.
However, "11 o'clock, fire!" For professional killers, as long as they are not out of range, their ears are enough to pick up any gunshot, regardless of whether it has a silencer or not.
Rapid gunfire rang out again, causing the steel frame of the base in the 11 o'clock direction to scatter sparks and make a crisp clang. The black man took advantage of the situation and rushed out of the bunker, running and firing. Judging from the route, he should be going to save the man.
A companion with an injured arm.
The indifference of the underground world depends on the situation. Generally speaking, the boundary is between life and death. You don't need to care about the dead, it is fate. But it is different if you are still alive. Basically, you will be saved. After all, no one wants to just suffer one day.
After being slightly injured, he was ruthlessly abandoned by his companions.
Of course, it mainly depends on the situation.
The black man felt that now was a good time. Although they had lost more than half of their combat power in less than a minute, judging from the current situation, there was only one person on the other side, and their firepower was enough to suppress them. Over there, the steel
In the darkness of the stand, a black shadow suddenly flashed, and poof, the running black man paused, his expression unchanged, and continued to fire back, while keeping his feet down. When a new round of ammunition was empty again,
, kicked the pistol on the ground, jumped into the bunker, and stood close to his companion who stretched out his left hand to grab the kicked pistol, and gasped one after another.
A depressed and low voice came from the headset, "He's not dead, I saw him... He even ducked out and fired a shot. He seemed to know that we couldn't hit him..."
Click, the black man changed the magazine in an orderly manner, still calm. Perhaps only from the protruding veins in the palm of the hand holding the pistol tightly, you can feel the hidden waves in his heart. He twisted his neck unconsciously,
The companion next to him glanced subconsciously and was shocked, "You are injured!"
The black man was indeed injured. A bullet hole was clearly visible on his left shoulder blade, and dark red blood was trickling out from there.
"Who's hurt?"
"Qiao..."
"Captain? Could it be the shot fired by the other party just now?"
There was no response, and the communication channel fell into a brief silence. Something called pressure spread silently, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
The scene just now was seen by everyone in the Nightmare Team. It was just a narrow bunker formed by the intersection of several steel frame iron pipes. The bullets they fired were enough to cover and block all angles, but in this case
, but the other party just casually turned sideways, fired seemingly inadvertently, and then calmly flashed back... and happened to hit the running captain.
What kind of strength is this?
What kind of marksmanship is this?
In the silence, the indifferent voice at the beginning sounded again, with a touch of appreciation, "Nice tactical evasive action, just like your nickname of Dark Leopard, Qiao... If I remember correctly, you should be close to fifty this year, right?"
, I can’t even kill you, I’m really inferior... Well, I’m in good condition. I forgot to mention before, welcome to China!”
The black man frowned when he heard this. Although his age was not a secret, he had never mentioned it to anyone, including members of the team. When he met the shocked gazes of his companions, he gestured and said calmly:
"We know each other?"
"The famous Dark Leopard, the captain of the Nightmare Team, almost everyone in the underground world knows about it, haha, but you probably don't know me, I'm just a nobody."
"Do we have a grudge?"
"It's generally hard to say, but I have a reason why I have to kill you."
"No room for negotiation?"
"No...oh, so cunning, are you preparing to retreat?"
This is the fact. The gesture that the black man made to his companions meant to switch the communication channel and retreat.
This is also an inevitable result. Although it is a bit embarrassing for a team to be unable to defeat one person, in most cases, members of the underground world are relatively rational and pragmatic. If they lose their face, they will lose it, and it is worthless.
Yes, it's better than losing your head.
Simply cut off the call channel and "Let's go!"
"Joe, I remember you always kept a grenade on you, right?"
The black man paused, then suddenly turned around with sharp eyes. His companion raised his punctured right palm, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Give it to me, I am originally a demolition hand, not a gunman. I also injured my palm and lost my combat effectiveness."
...You know where my safe house is, right? It's inside the TV. The address is in the letter. Send the money for me."
"Okay!" He responded simply without hesitation. The black man turned around and walked away. At the same time, a black object was thrown from the air.
Under the cover of night, several black men had just rushed out of the range of more than a dozen base stations. Suddenly, bang bang bang, there was a series of rapid gunshots, as if they couldn't wait to shoot all the bullets in the magazine. Then, boom - a big gunfire.
A ball of fire soared into the sky, and a steel base station swayed several times in the night wind, but finally stabilized and did not collapse.
Even if you are an expert in explosives, the power of a grenade is still a bit small after all.