"I can't see Thomas for ten seconds, and the deal between us is null and void!"
Zhang Lan shouted at the man in the suit loudly: "Invalid!"
” She snapped her fingers back at her men.
"Pull our goods!
Ready to leave!
” "Relax, my friend......"
The man in the suit spread his hands and looked relaxed, "Don't be so excited, I promise, Thomas will be there in ten seconds." ” As soon as the words ended, the rear door of the first Land Rover opened.
The man in the suit glanced at it and smiled weirdly.
"Look, isn't Thomas coming?"
Poof- A cloud rolled out of the back seat of the Land Rover Defender off-road vehicle and landed directly on the ground.
Zhang Lan fixed her eyes and saw that the black shadow was Thomas.
Dying Thomas, to be exact.
The ex-Marine's hands were pressed tightly to his neck, and there was a "uh-uh-uh" sound coming from his throat, and blood was spraying bright red plasma like a leaky hose.
His throat was cut.
“oh！
fuc/k！
” The cold hairs on Zhang Lan's whole body stood up.
Something is wrong!
These four words pierced the night sky like thunder.
"Kill them!"
The woman let out a scream in panic that shattered the glass.
Almost at the same time, the face of the man in the suit, who was still smiling, froze in an instant, and the two hands that had been spread out were inserted back into his suit like lightning.
That's under his ribs.
In less than 05 seconds, he magically pulled out two miniature Israeli-made icro-uzi submachine guns from under the ribs on both sides.
Zizi Zizi – Due to the rapid rate of fire, its guns sounded like a buzzer.
In an instant, the bullet tilted towards the bodyguard next to Zhang Lan like a waterfall.
Designed and introduced by the Israelis in the nineties, this gun is further narrower and shorter than the Mini Uzi, similar to the larger submachine pistols, using 9 mm ammunition and measuring only 250 mm (984 inches) in total length when the butt is folded to the right, which is not much larger than a pistol.
It wasn't its length that made the Uzi submachine gun famous, but its rate of fire.
When fired, 1250 rounds per minute (about 21 rounds per second) or 1700 rounds per minute (about 28 rounds per second) is enough to put all the famous machine guns to shame.
The two of Zhang Lan's foreign bodyguards didn't even have time to lift the barrel of their AR-15 guns, and a cloud of blood mist burst into their chests.
In less than a second, the two bodyguards had been shot more than a dozen times and fell to the ground.
Absolutely clean!
The man in the suit simply ignored the hundreds of minions behind Zhang Lan.
While he was shooting, those Zhang Lan's subordinates were completely in a state of consternation.
Things took a turn for the worse, and the situation made it impossible for everyone to turn around.
The roofs of the two Land Rovers suddenly opened, revealing two huge barrels, and the gunmen in camouflage uniforms stood behind the guns, appearing like a grim reaper. 134 machine gun - igun!
The commonly known Gatling gun!
The militants fled in panic, and the bullets fired from the two 134 Gatlings were like lines of fire even in broad daylight, cutting off everything they swept.
Several militants who fought back with guns like guns were swept away!
This is definitely a big killer in individual confrontation!
The rate of fire of the 134 machine gun could reach 6000 rounds per minute, which was more violent than Uzi!
At this time, Qin Fei was only a dozen meters away from the truck, and suddenly there were chickens and dogs jumping next to him, screaming constantly.
The scene in the guillotine pass spiraled out of control in an instant.
"What's going on!"
Xu Wu's inquiry came from the earphones. "!
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I don't know!
Qin Fei was already lying on the ground.
One of the militants running past him was shot in the neck, his entire head cut off, and only a little flesh was attached to his body.
Blood rained down.
Qin Fei suddenly became a bloody man.
Outside the valley, gunshots rang out.
In charge of the Taniguchi raid mission was Wang Kai's three-person team.
"Lao Xu!
It's messed up outside!
People on both sides of the transaction are in a hurry!
Who the hell are we helping!?
” That's right?
Which side to help now?
"Don't help either side, when they finish fighting, we will block again, whoever survives will stop whom!"
But things seem to have turned another corner in an instant.
"Lao Xu!
They've found us!
Shooting at us!
They had a Gatling 134 installed on their car, and we were pinned down in the woods and did not dare to look up at all!
” Xu Wu took the binoculars and looked towards the entrance of the village, and the bodyguards brought by Zhang Lan were all now on the ground.
Several Land Rovers were lying across the road, each with a 134 machine gun mounted on its roof.
It was a perfect and sophisticated tactical plan.
From the beginning, the buyer did not think of paying Zhang Lan.
"Lao Xu, I'm going to blow up the car!"
Qin Fei prostrated on the ground in a low posture, trying to avoid his posture being too high.
Regardless of whether the two sides are black or not, or who wins or loses, there is always nothing wrong with blowing up the car.
After rigorous training, Qin Fei's low-profile crawling could climb at least ten meters in four seconds, and he got under the fuel tank of the truck like a snake.
Turning over, Qin Fei planned to take out the piece in his waist bag and install a remote-controlled detonation device.
It was also at that moment that a sense of threat came to my mind.
Qin Fei immediately gave up and took out the explosives, and instead touched the Type 92 pistol, turned around and went up!
Two swarthy faces appeared above Qin Fei's head.
It's a pinch of hair and fish bubble eyes!
In the cramped underside of the car, the AK47 automatic rifle with a pinch of hair and fish bubbles was simply too late to be used.
Moreover, the two of them did not expect that the poor little mute just now would now become a swift tiger in the blink of an eye.
He actually put a gun to his head!
"Are you crazy!?
You are crazy!
Own!
” A pinch of hair felt the coldness of the barrel on his eyebrows, and he was shocked like a chicken that had been fried.
After a few shouts, the mute suddenly sounded, maybe he didn't understand the language of his own country, so he changed to English.
“are-you-crazy-you-bastard！”
Listening to that funny Southeast Asian accent English, looking at the panicked pinch of hair and the stunned fish bubble eyes, Qin Fei said coldly in English: "I'm not crazy, it's you stupid!"
” A pinch of hair reacted quickly, and he immediately realized that the "little dumb" in front of him was not a mute at all, and this kind of neat skill might be someone from the special forces.
Thinking of this, his mind was immediately washed into a blank again.
It's over, it's over!
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He kept thinking about it.
He regarded Qin Fei as a special soldier hired by the buyer, and he was placed under Zhang Lan's internal response.
"Don't kill me!
Don't kill me!
I have an 80-year-old mother, a 20-year-old wife, and a few children!
” A handful of hair almost peed his pants.
Qin Fei hesitated.
It's a hesitation that shouldn't exist.
But this was his first time on the battlefield, if a pinch of hair raised his gun or attacked him, maybe Qin Fei would be able to jump a shot at his head without hesitation.
Not now.
A handful of hair held up his hands, and so did the fish bubble eyes, and under the narrow car, the three of them were like stiff sculptures.
Qin Fei's index finger pressed on the trigger was trembling slightly, and the trigger with only two pounds of resistance was as heavy as a thousand pounds at this time.
For Qin Fei, killing a person who has no ability to resist is really not as easy as imagined.
"Qin Fei!
What are you doing under the car!
Retreat!
Retreat!
” Xu Wu's voice came from the earphones, as if he was in a different world.
Drops of sweat slid down Qin Fei's forehead and cheeks.
"Don't kill me......
Don't kill me......
Please......"
A pinch of hair and fish bubble eyes begged with a crying voice.