"Get out of the car" Kamala pulled out a pistol and pressed against the two bodyguards in the front seat of the car, "Give me down immediately or I will crash you" One of the bodyguards mustered up his courage, pulled out the pistol in his waist, gritted his teeth and opened the door and got out of the car.
Woohoo He frantically pulled the trigger on Long Yun on the hood until the magazine was empty.
But what made him almost collapse was that Long Yun was squatting there, motionless and watching him shoot, the bullet hit the body armor, like throwing a stone into a big pond, except for a few sounds, there was no other movement.
One of the bullets also hit the helmet, causing Long Yun's head to tilt a little, but this modified body armor has a protective device on the back of the neck, which is integrated with the helmet, and the impact force is easily absorbed, but it still fails to do anything.
Long Yun stopped what he was doing, squatted on the hood, tilted his head and watched with interest as the bodyguard panicked and hurriedly changed the magazine.
Due to the trembling of his hands, the magazine could not be stuffed into the chamber of the gun several times, and the bodyguard sweated profusely.
"It's my turn."
Long Yun saw that he was busy for a while, and pulled out Beretta 92F from his waist like lightning, and shot this guy in the head.
The bodyguard threw his head straight and fell to the ground, never moving again.
Long Yun turned back and continued to spray his spray as if nothing had been born.
The whole alley was silent, except for the hissing of white liquid from the contents of the spray can, and the white circles on the glass getting bigger and bigger.
Long Yun felt that it was almost over, threw away the jar, lifted the G36, and smashed the butt of the gun against the white circle of the bulletproof glass.
Carrara The glass shattered, but it wasn't worn yet.
Smash it again. syllable Now, the glass is piercing.
The jar is filled with liquid nitrogen, which can form a low temperature of minus 200 degrees when sprayed on the glass, and the glass is already as brittle as paper.
After smashing a fist-sized hole, Long Yun got up and ripped a tear gas canister from his chest, pulled off the pull ring, and stuffed it into the car.
He stood on the hood with his G36 assault rifle in his hand and watched as the tear gas canisters spewed smoke billowing out of the car as if he were smoking a rat hole.
First, the bodyguard in front of the car couldn't stand it, coughed violently, unlocked the car, and rolled to the ground.
Long Yun picked up the gun and gave him a shot, and the guy quieted down.
Then another bodyguard and Patcy climbed out of the car like reservoir dogs, both sweating profusely and coughing as if they were about to cough out their lungs.
Long Yun shot these two guys with a blank face.
Lieutenant Adams watched all of this from his BMW, and felt a chill creep into his head in the hot daylight, from the bottom of his feet along his spinal cord, to his brain, it was a massacre, a merciless slaughter, and it was clear that the ghost guy had no intention of sparing anyone who had anything to do with Kamara.
The atmosphere was funny and terrifying, all the STF players in the car and those battle-hardened guards were stunned, everyone was soaked in cold sweat from head to toe, and every time the gun rang out, these people felt a sour crotch, and there was a vague uncontrollable urge to urinate, as if they were going to be incontinent.
This time, there was silence in the communication channel, and no one dared to suggest how to break through and how to rush down to kill Long Yun.
Kamala was like a poor rat who was blocked in his nest and then burned wet straw at the mouth of the hole, and the tear gas in the tear gas made his face cry, and his respiratory tract was as painful as fire, and his lungs were like a few blades stuffed into it, and the slightest movement caused severe pain.
"Ahem, cough, cough, cough" He almost lost consciousness, crawled out of the back seat of the car with a rolling belt, and collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, "Ahem, ahem, ahem, I surrender, I surrender" Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and vomited, and the yellow bile water was turned upside down.
Long Yun walked up and searched this guy's whole body to make sure that there were no weapons, and then grabbed this guy's collar, dragging a half-dead pig out of the alley, and calmly left in everyone's eyes.
It was a sunny day with pleasant temperatures.
It's a rare good weather in Johannesburg lately, and the residents of Westcliff Neighbourhood are cautiously standing behind the curtains, quietly peeking at the three-way intersection.
On the sun-soaked white road, a guy wearing black body armor, carrying various guns, like an alien warrior, dragged a poor worm that looked like mud, and strode on the road of the community, he passed the two BMW motorcycles that fell all over the place, passed by two policemen who were lying on the ground and didn't know whether they really fainted or pretended to be dizzy, a dirty stray dog wagged its tail and staggered along the roadside, suddenly stopped, looked up at this strangely dressed stranger with a blank face.
The whole picture is very postmodern and violent, just like the shots in Quentin Talen's bloody films.
Walking up to an old-fashioned Chevrolet van, the soldier in black slammed the poor worm to the ground, then picked up an assault rifle and smashed the butt of the poor worm into the back of the neck.
The poor worm, who was well-dressed but had a snot and a tearful face, fainted before he could snort, and was thrown into the carriage like a pig by the man in black.
The funniest thing for these residents is that in the alley next to them, a neat convoy of guards is placed there like building blocks, and the car is full of police and STF special mission tactical team members, these usually majestic guys are like kindergarten children at this time, and they dare not take a breath, staring intently at the star-like man driving his Chevrolet and disappearing at the intersection.
Then everyone sat down in the car seats with relief, let out a long breath, wiped their faces with their hands, and the cold sweat that had been covering them for a long time finally poured down like a column of water.
"This guy is gone" "Gone" "Communication restored none" "Restored."
"Lieutenant, we" "Inform headquarters" Lieutenant Adams glanced at the C4 device that was still fastened out of the car window, helplessly pulled out a Marlboro, stuffed it in his mouth and lit it, puffed on a cigarette, and his hands couldn't help shaking a few times, "Tell them that they were hijacked" Not far away, an old Chevrolet van pulls into Oxford Road, and a Land Rover quietly follows.
In the car, Gege took off his sunglasses and threw them aside, and the sound of a falcon came from the earphones.
"Gege, the entire Johannesburg police have blown up the nest, the STF is fully dispatched, the helicopter is already in the air, and this kid is in big trouble."
"Whoever let this madman be the doctor's baby, no matter how big the trouble, don't you want us to wipe our butts" Gege sighed and stuffed a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, "Let the potato chip girl activate the eye of the sky, hack into the traffic command system and their communication system in South Africa, block their surveillance footage, and let Long Yun slip out of the city, and I will be responsible for following him." ” "Helicopter in the sky" "You're an expert, you still have to ask me about this," Gege said disdainfully: "Just interfere with it, let them report an error in their instruments, so that they have to find a place to land and check." ” “ok”: