The night wind howled, unable to disperse the low mounds filled with gunpowder smoke.
The sound of gunfire gradually became monotonous and sporadic, and then stopped suddenly with a few shouts of ceasefire. The surrounding fields suddenly became extremely quiet at dusk, which was in sharp contrast to the fierce encounter where bullets were passing through just now, and for a moment revealed a somewhat strange and distorted feeling.
In the lee of the mound, "The other side... retreated?"
“Be careful of fraud and be vigilant!
"When will reinforcements arrive?"
"The base members have already set off and will arrive at the outskirts of the park in eight minutes at the latest. The field troops will be a little later, but they will send helicopters to assist first and have already taken off." Gao Changfeng lay down carefully with a pistol.
Beside him, Zong Qing briefly introduced the situation, and was generally relatively calm.
This is the home field advantage. With the mountain at your back and the trump card in your hand, you feel confident. What's more, there is a king of hands here who has not been able to explode. If you are in a hurry, Zong Qing will really provide physical wake-up service for the little monk.
of……
He looked at his watch and pondered slightly, "The other party may really want to leave. It has been more than ten minutes since the raid started. Even the cooperation between Chino Sao and the Wild Boar Commando, who are famous in the underground world, has lost the most powerful spirit at the beginning.
.At this point, the operation has actually failed, and it is not surprising to retreat..."
"Then give it a try!" After listening to the analysis, Gao Changfeng barely hesitated and decisively called out the order, "Shao Bai, your position is better. Try to bypass the woods from the left wing and press through. If you find the opponent's retreat,
Don’t get entangled, just follow from a distance!”
Again, the nature of this incident has changed. Under normal circumstances, Gao Changfeng might have endured it. After all, from the overall perspective, the opponent's action could basically fail, and their side had achieved tactical success.
If you are successful, there is no need to add extraneous things.
But now, whether it was a deliberate ambush or the tragic casualties of the Ahua team, Gao Changfeng could not calm down. He had to try to see if he could keep the other party, even if he couldn't keep them all, at least he had to keep these people.
The tone is given!
However, not long after the reply was received in the communication channel, a dull gunshot suddenly echoed in my ears, and a cry of surprise came from downwind of the mound on the left.
"Old Wei - everyone, be careful, nine o'clock direction, change positions..."
Gao Changfeng and Zong Qing were shocked when they heard the sound. Before asking questions, Shao Bai reported first, "Captain Gao, our intention has been discovered. That sniper...Old Wei is fine. He is very lucky. The bullet grazed his body."
Flying over..."
Before he finished speaking, there was another bang, and the communication channel fell silent. Immediately, a tone of irrepressible annoyance sounded, "I still don't believe it! Direction of eleven o'clock, spread out, change positions..."
"Pay attention to safety!" Gao Changfeng subconsciously reminded him upon hearing this, while Zong Qing turned back and looked at the mountains behind, his expression slightly startled.
Regarding the speculation that the identity of the peripheral sniper might be the King of Killers, Zong Qing did not speak out. First, he could not confirm it, and he was worried that rashly saying it would affect the combat status of the team members. Second, he was more or less confident about the existence of that person.
It was a bit of a fluke, but now...
boom!
"Fuck——" "Shaobai?!" "Captain——"
Several exclamations mixed with the dull sound of gunshots echoed again, following each other like a shadow. Faintly, in the dim sight from a high position, a figure could be seen flying back and flying out. After landing, it was still able to move. He raised his hand and touched his head, and then touched it again.
After touching it, he immediately rolled and crawled back behind the bunker, and a voice of surprise and a bit of joy sounded in the communication channel,
"I'm fine, don't come over..." After a pause, the member of the Kyushu Uprising named Shao Bai said in frustration, "Retreat, repeat, everyone retreats... Team Gao, the plan failed, that sniper followed
It’s like a ghost, we can’t overcome it..."
"Copy that, are you okay?"
"It's okay... my helmet was penetrated, just like Wei, it was only off by two inches. The other party, the other party seemed to have done it on purpose..."
"Huh?" Gao Changfeng and Zong Qing looked at each other when they heard this. They were both startled. When they came back to their senses, heavy pressure instantly enveloped their hearts. Now it can be confirmed that the other party is retreating. These three shots seemed to show some mercy.
The real intention of the bullet is to warn. Of course, this is not important. What is important is the suffocating and terrifying suppressive power of these desires and the perfect shooting skills that are extremely precise and precise. It is simply breathtaking!
Zong Qing has more to think about. It seems that he is the king of killers. Sure enough, even that guy can't suppress the opponent...
Behind the mountains and rocks hundreds of meters away, Tang Chao watched all this quietly, with a somewhat hesitant and somewhat struggling expression, but in the end, he still did not raise the sniper rifle next to him.
The current situation is different from the running vs. sniping situation just now. Although it is not stated explicitly, there is an indescribable tacit understanding among the masters. It is impossible to talk about paddling together, but just now they did not go all out. First, there is really no
To be sure to snipe and kill each other, secondly, each other is also aware of the other's situation, so the significance of containing each other is greater than long-range duel.
But things are different now. Probably to cover the retreat, the Shinto people used all their strength and entered the ultimate peak state. With one against two, they locked him here and crazily suppressed the Kyushu Rise side.
Tang Chao has a feeling that if he gets up to confront the sniper now, he will shoot at most three times, or maybe one shot, and the two sides will know life and death! I think the Shinto people also know this, and this way of distracting him is extremely
Risky, of course, the King of Killers has such confidence...the Tang Dynasty also had it.
Even if the Tang Dynasty in his previous life were here, he would probably get up happily without even thinking about it and fight with snipers - for the Tang Dynasty who perfectly combined the ability of perception and marksmanship in his previous life to achieve a superb state, this is indeed a killer.
The chance of Wang sniping and killing him on the spot is quite certain, about 60%!
In this life, my marksmanship has declined, and I am only about 40 to 50% sure. It is not high, but it is definitely not low, especially when facing the King of Killers. It is worth a try! But... this is not about strength and technology at all.
It's a level issue...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Sighing silently, feeling the dangerous murderous intention gradually disappearing in the distance, Tang Chao let go of the gun, rubbed his forehead, and raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of self-mockery.
Hey, what are you thinking? You are no longer a pure killer... Get up, turn around and leave without looking back.
Just as they walked down the hillside, two figures jumped out of the woods one after the other. The one running in front was a man in embarrassment, holding an assault bayonet in his backhand. His combat uniform was almost broken into strips of cloth, covered in scars. Pursuit from the rear.
The latter was almost the same, and even seemed to be more seriously injured than the former. He had a gray face, a low body with several non-fatal gunshot wounds, but his eyes were like two bonfires, burning with blazing fighting spirit.
It was Ren Buping. As for the man being chased, he was naturally a member of the Wild Boar Commando. I just don't know if it was Kurokawa or Harada?
Of course, this doesn't matter, because the outcome is doomed.
If the two members of the Wild Boar Commando had not been careless from the beginning in a head-on battle, they would have had a chance to kill Ren Buping. At least they would have been able to drive them away easily. Unfortunately, they took the bait and chose such a combat environment... so-called
After a long illness, he became a good doctor. Under the guidance of a certain old man, Ren Buping almost formed a conditioned reflex for sneak attacks and counter-attacks. As a result, the two of them met with tragedy.
After taking a slight step, he looked at the blurry figure coming towards him. He didn't even see the appearance of the Tang Dynasty clearly. The member of the wild boar commando instantly held the knife in his hand and stepped forward to attack. For him, there was really no chance at the moment.
The other options are to either fight out or die here.
But at this time, a suspicious question came from behind, "Teacher?"
"..." There was a sudden pause. This member of the Wild Boar Commando could undoubtedly understand Chinese. Therefore, although he hurried to the front of Tang Chao, he could not swing the bayonet in his hand, and his movements were frozen.
, with a face as full of despair as a sculpture.
The Tang Dynasty paid no attention to him, as if he hadn't seen the sharp blade so close at hand and passed him by.
Ren Buping looked at Tang Chao's thoughtful and absent-minded expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He looked at Tang Chao gradually away in confusion...
When Tang Chao returned to the original route and walked out of the back mountain, a straight beam of light appeared in the night sky above his head, and the helicopter circled and flew over, swooping into the mountain.
I climbed over the wire guardrail and found the car coming from the side of the road. I got in and just started the car. Two figures appeared out of nowhere and blocked the front of the car. One of them, a burly figure with brown hair, raised his hand and raised a gun. He walked towards the car in simple steps.
English, command tone: "Get off!"
Tang Chao was stunned and didn't move.
Bang, a slap on the roof of the car, a pistol stuck out from the driver's window, "Get out of the car! Now!" As if waking up from a dream, Tang Chao turned his head and looked at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, and then looked at the man
The brown-haired man's eyes fell on the Minotaur tattoo behind his ear. He was still an acquaintance...
It was the brown-haired man I met in the bar a few days ago. As for the other Wai Guoren, who was staring at the license plate, nicknamed Bat, it was because of the latter's sensitivity and a little luck that the two of them just ran away from the mountains.
Come out. If nothing else happens, they are probably the last survivors of the elite team from the Palace of Hell that came this time.
Sighing, Tang Chao muttered something in Chinese. The brown-haired man didn't understand. He obviously lost his patience. He removed the pistol, grabbed it with his left hand like a cattail leaf fan, grabbed Tang Chao's collar, and said, "Huang.pi"
Monkey, you succeeded in irritating me——"
"No! This car... belongs to us?!"
"Walter?"
But the bat, whose expression changed drastically, finally recognized the white Accord car, and subconsciously took a half step back. The brown-haired man turned his head to look in confusion, and a faint voice sounded in his ear, "I said...just like ordinary people,
Isn’t it good to be alive?”
This time it was in English, with a standard and authentic London accent. It was also the last voice the brown-haired man heard. His upper body was suddenly pulled into the car, and there was a crisp sound of bones breaking.
Immediately, the car lights turned on, the buzzing engine roared, the car started in fifth gear, and suddenly jumped out with a drag, and with a bang, Wai Guoren, who was standing in front of the car, was caught off guard and flew out high, just like his nickname Bat.