Chapter 679
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At the end of the street on Qin Fei's right, the two armed pickup trucks that were originally across the middle of the road had turned upside down on their feet, and a big fire was lit.
Due to the great power of the explosion, the tribal militia hiding around the car was also affected. Many poor people who had been blown off their hands and feet and could not die for a while and a half lay on the ground crying.
The fire reflected on the nearby buildings, blood, shadows, and people's screams and screams mixed together, like purgatory.
Tong Tong——
The low sound of deshka machine gun rang out, and Qin Fei suddenly lay on the ground.
When he was hit by a 12.7mm bullet, he couldn't get back to his original appearance even if he was pulled to the morgue for cosmetic surgery.
However, Qin Fei did not hear the roar of bullets passing over his head, nor did he see the stone chips splashing on the surrounding walls. The surrounding was still quiet, and only a scream came from the other street on his left.
Getting up from the ground, Qin Fei carefully stood next to the corner and looked at the street on the left.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
A tribal militia even controlled a deshka machine gun to shoot at his accomplices.
Bullets rained through every unlucky man standing in front of him.
This pickup truck is located behind other pickup trucks and at the outermost point of the whole encirclement.
So it was as simple as stabbing his partner in the back.
All the tribal militia did not understand what had happened. Their attention was originally focused on the two pickup trucks that suddenly exploded opposite. Unexpectedly, behind them, the God of death had opened a huge black robe and ruthlessly folded them into their sleeves.
Shooting unsuspecting people with a large caliber machine gun like deshka is a classic of killing. Some tribal militias are even intercepted and cut off. Even if they hit their arms and legs, the huge impact and cavity effect can directly interrupt their limbs. That taste can only be described as super sour.
The stunned tribal militia didn't even know how to fight back. They just ran around desperately and even forgot that they had AK47 in their hands.
Death is caught off guard. It is difficult for people without special training to maintain normal composure.
Just as a group of mice see a cat, they always forget that they actually have more people than cats. Together, they may be able to kill the cat.
Their hearts suddenly put great pressure on them, as if the cat would only aim at itself and pounce on itself.
No one wants to die, so everyone will choose to escape subconsciously.
On the contrary, the militia on the other two armed pickup trucks once wanted to turn their guns to fight back, but the "traitor" militia who killed them would not give them any chance at all.
Before they had time to turn around, the muzzle of the gun had been hit by bullets and flew out. They fell directly to the ground without any breath.
Click——
The deshka machine gun emptied a whole cartridge case.
The "traitor" militia did not choose to take the bullet, but directly held up the AK-47 hanging in front of their chest and knelt in the carriage for spot firing.
The classic short shot is almost flawless. Every time you shoot, there is always a fish in the net to see God.
Qin Fei was surprised that this man's military literacy was so strong. He could almost conclude that this man was definitely not a tribal militia. If tribal militias in countries such as Yemen had this level of combat literacy, it could easily dominate the whole Middle East and not fall to this point today.
Two boxes of bullets were fired, and the "traitor" militia jumped out of the car while changing bullets and picked up ammunition from the body.
Then he raised his head and waved to Qin Fei.
"Why are you still there? Bring your comrades in arms and withdraw!"
chinese!
It's Chinese!
Qin Fei's chin almost fell to the ground.
What a dream!
He couldn't help pinching his thigh. It still hurt. It's not a dream.
"What are you doing?! wait for others to surround you?! rookie!" the "traitor" militia even shouted Qin Fei's nickname when he was in unit 203.
Qin Fei's head was like being knocked with a hammer, which made a bang.
Who is he?
Who the hell is he!?
"Qin Fei!?" old fish appeared beside Qin Fei, grabbed his shoulder and shook it heavily: "what's the matter with you? Are you hurt?"
"Shit -" Qin Fei woke up, "look here..."
He pointed to both ends of the street.
There were bodies everywhere, dozens of people, burning pickup trucks and wailing wounded soldiers.
"Come here, get in the car, we're going to run! Aziz is out of town. It's too late if he doesn't run."
The "traitor" militia waved to Qin Fei again, walked towards him, shot all the way, and killed all the active militia around. It looked like a king of hell passing by without any grass.
"Hmm? This man..." the old fish squinted at the man.
"Qin Fei, who is this man?"
Seeing the situation here, bangs don't need to ask. They all know that the militia is helping themselves. It's definitely the people on their side.
However, his professional habits made him full of vigilance to ask what had happened.
After all, the situation turned around so fast that the brain couldn't turn around.
In fact, what shocked Qin Fei was not only that the militia slaughtered dozens of tribal militias with one person, but the voice of this person
Yes, he heard it.
His brain was running at full speed. Qin Fei tried to find out where he had heard the man's voice.
yes!
The last mysterious phone call that warned me to be careful!
It's him!
"Qin Fei, who is he?" bangs continued to ask.
"Friend!" Qin Fei chose an unexplained answer. Now he doesn't have time to explain so much, "he's here to help us. No problem."
When the man came up to everyone, everyone saw his face clearly.
To be exact, the man didn't show his face at all. His head scarf wrapped his hair tightly. He wore a camouflage tactical scarf around his neck and an Arab robe, which was no different from other militias.
The most impressive thing is that he wears a tactical mask on his mouth, which is clearly printed with the pattern of a skeleton. In the light of the fire, it looks so chilly, like an evil ghost out of hell.
This is not the time to ask for identity. Everyone clearly understands this. Ge Qiming, who followed the militia and sat down in the driver's position, asked, "where are you going?"
"Turn left, enter the crosswalk, then drive straight for 300 meters, turn right and drive straight along the main road. You can leave the city. The car has been filled with gas. Don't worry!"
The "traitor" militia pointed out the whole route very neatly and seemed to know everything here.
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At the end of the street on Qin Fei's right, the two armed pickup trucks that were originally across the middle of the road had turned upside down on their feet, and a big fire was lit.
Due to the great power of the explosion, the tribal militia hiding around the car was also affected. Many poor people who had been blown off their hands and feet and could not die for a while and a half lay on the ground crying.
The fire reflected on the nearby buildings, blood, shadows, and people's screams and screams mixed together, like purgatory.
Tong Tong——
The low sound of deshka machine gun rang out, and Qin Fei suddenly lay on the ground.
When he was hit by a 12.7mm bullet, he couldn't get back to his original appearance even if he was pulled to the morgue for cosmetic surgery.
However, Qin Fei did not hear the roar of bullets passing over his head, nor did he see the stone chips splashing on the surrounding walls. The surrounding was still quiet, and only a scream came from the other street on his left.
Getting up from the ground, Qin Fei carefully stood next to the corner and looked at the street on the left.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
A tribal militia even controlled a deshka machine gun to shoot at his accomplices.
Bullets rained through every unlucky man standing in front of him.
This pickup truck is located behind other pickup trucks and at the outermost point of the whole encirclement.
So it was as simple as stabbing his partner in the back.
All the tribal militia did not understand what had happened. Their attention was originally focused on the two pickup trucks that suddenly exploded opposite. Unexpectedly, behind them, the God of death had opened a huge black robe and ruthlessly folded them into their sleeves.
Shooting unsuspecting people with a large caliber machine gun like deshka is a classic of killing. Some tribal militias are even intercepted and cut off. Even if they hit their arms and legs, the huge impact and cavity effect can directly interrupt their limbs. That taste can only be described as super sour.
The stunned tribal militia didn't even know how to fight back. They just ran around desperately and even forgot that they had AK47 in their hands.
Death is caught off guard. It is difficult for people without special training to maintain normal composure.
Just as a group of mice see a cat, they always forget that they actually have more people than cats. Together, they may be able to kill the cat.
Their hearts suddenly put great pressure on them, as if the cat would only aim at itself and pounce on itself.
No one wants to die, so everyone will choose to escape subconsciously.
On the contrary, the militia on the other two armed pickup trucks once wanted to turn their guns to fight back, but the "traitor" militia who killed them would not give them any chance at all.
Before they had time to turn around, the muzzle of the gun had been hit by bullets and flew out. They fell directly to the ground without any breath.
Click——
The deshka machine gun emptied a whole cartridge case.
The "traitor" militia did not choose to take the bullet, but directly held up the AK-47 hanging in front of their chest and knelt in the carriage for spot firing.
The classic short shot is almost flawless. Every time you shoot, there is always a fish in the net to see God.
Qin Fei was surprised that this man's military literacy was so strong. He could almost conclude that this man was definitely not a tribal militia. If tribal militias in countries such as Yemen had this level of combat literacy, it could easily dominate the whole Middle East and not fall to this point today.
Two boxes of bullets were fired, and the "traitor" militia jumped out of the car while changing bullets and picked up ammunition from the body.
Then he raised his head and waved to Qin Fei.
"Why are you still there? Bring your comrades in arms and withdraw!"
chinese!
It's Chinese!
Qin Fei's chin almost fell to the ground.
What a dream!
He couldn't help pinching his thigh. It still hurt. It's not a dream.
"What are you doing?! wait for others to surround you?! rookie!" the "traitor" militia even shouted Qin Fei's nickname when he was in unit 203.
Qin Fei's head was like being knocked with a hammer, which made a bang.
Who is he?
Who the hell is he!?
"Qin Fei!?" old fish appeared beside Qin Fei, grabbed his shoulder and shook it heavily: "what's the matter with you? Are you hurt?"
"Shit -" Qin Fei woke up, "look here..."
He pointed to both ends of the street.
There were bodies everywhere, dozens of people, burning pickup trucks and wailing wounded soldiers.
"Come here, get in the car, we're going to run! Aziz is out of town. It's too late if he doesn't run."
The "traitor" militia waved to Qin Fei again, walked towards him, shot all the way, and killed all the active militia around. It looked like a king of hell passing by without any grass.
"Hmm? This man..." the old fish squinted at the man.
"Qin Fei, who is this man?"
Seeing the situation here, bangs don't need to ask. They all know that the militia is helping themselves. It's definitely the people on their side.
However, his professional habits made him full of vigilance to ask what had happened.
After all, the situation turned around so fast that the brain couldn't turn around.
In fact, what shocked Qin Fei was not only that the militia slaughtered dozens of tribal militias with one person, but the voice of this person
Yes, he heard it.
His brain was running at full speed. Qin Fei tried to find out where he had heard the man's voice.
yes!
The last mysterious phone call that warned me to be careful!
It's him!
"Qin Fei, who is he?" bangs continued to ask.
"Friend!" Qin Fei chose an unexplained answer. Now he doesn't have time to explain so much, "he's here to help us. No problem."
When the man came up to everyone, everyone saw his face clearly.
To be exact, the man didn't show his face at all. His head scarf wrapped his hair tightly. He wore a camouflage tactical scarf around his neck and an Arab robe, which was no different from other militias.
The most impressive thing is that he wears a tactical mask on his mouth, which is clearly printed with the pattern of a skeleton. In the light of the fire, it looks so chilly, like an evil ghost out of hell.
This is not the time to ask for identity. Everyone clearly understands this. Ge Qiming, who followed the militia and sat down in the driver's position, asked, "where are you going?"
"Turn left, enter the crosswalk, then drive straight for 300 meters, turn right and drive straight along the main road. You can leave the city. The car has been filled with gas. Don't worry!"
The "traitor" militia pointed out the whole route very neatly and seemed to know everything here.
At the end of the street on Qin Fei's right, the two armed pickup trucks that were originally across the middle of the road had turned upside down on their feet, and a big fire was lit.Due to the great power of the explosion, the tribal militia hiding around the car was also affected. Many poor people who had been blown off their hands and feet and could not die for a while and a half lay on the ground crying.The fire reflected on the nearby buildings, blood, shadows, and people's screams and screams mixed together, like purgatory.Tong TongThe low sound of deshka machine gun rang out, and Qin Fei suddenly lay on the ground.When he was hit by a 12.7mm bullet, he couldn't get back to his original appearance even if he was pulled to the morgue for cosmetic surgery.However, Qin Fei did not hear the roar of bullets passing over his head, nor did he see the stone chips splashing on the surrounding walls. The surrounding was still quiet, and only a scream came from the other street on his left.Getting up from the ground, Qin Fei carefully stood next to the corner and looked at the street on the left.He couldn't believe his eyes.A tribal militia even controlled a deshka machine gun to shoot at his accomplices.Bullets rained through every unlucky man standing in front of him.This pickup truck is located behind other pickup trucks and at the outermost point of the whole encirclement.So it was as simple as stabbing his partner in the back.All the tribal militia did not understand what had happened. Their attention was originally focused on the two pickup trucks that suddenly exploded opposite. Unexpectedly, behind them, the God of death had opened a huge black robe and ruthlessly folded them into their sleeves.Shooting unsuspecting people with a large caliber machine gun like deshka is a classic of killing. Some tribal militias are even intercepted and cut off. Even if they hit their arms and legs, the huge impact and cavity effect can directly interrupt their limbs. That taste can only be described as super sour.The stunned tribal militia didn't even know how to fight back. They just ran around desperately and even forgot that they had AK47 in their hands.Death is caught off guard. It is difficult for people without special training to maintain normal composure.Just as a group of mice see a cat, they always forget that they actually have more people than cats. Together, they may be able to kill the cat.Their hearts suddenly put great pressure on them, as if the cat would only aim at itself and pounce on itself.No one wants to die, so everyone will choose to escape subconsciously.On the contrary, the militia on the other two armed pickup trucks once wanted to turn their guns to fight back, but the "traitor" militia who killed them would not give them any chance at all.Before they had time to turn around, the muzzle of the gun had been hit by bullets and flew out. They fell directly to the ground without any breath.ClickThe deshka machine gun emptied a whole cartridge case.The "traitor" militia did not choose to take the bullet, but directly held up the AK-47 hanging in front of their chest and knelt in the carriage for spot firing.The classic short shot is almost flawless. Every time you shoot, there is always a fish in the net to see God.Qin Fei was surprised that this man's military literacy was so strong. He could almost conclude that this man was definitely not a tribal militia. If tribal militias in countries such as Yemen had this level of combat literacy, it could easily dominate the whole Middle East and not fall to this point today.Two boxes of bullets were fired, and the "traitor" militia jumped out of the car while changing bullets and picked up ammunition from the body.Then he raised his head and waved to Qin Fei."Why are you still there? Bring your comrades in arms and withdraw!"chinese!It's Chinese!Qin Fei's chin almost fell to the ground.What a dream!He couldn't help pinching his thigh. It still hurt. It's not a dream."What are you doing?! wait for others to surround you?! rookie!" the "traitor" militia even shouted Qin Fei's nickname when he was in unit 203.Qin Fei's head was like being knocked with a hammer, which made a bang.Who is he?Who the hell is he!?"Qin Fei!?" old fish appeared beside Qin Fei, grabbed his shoulder and shook it heavily: "what's the matter with you? Are you hurt?""Shit -" Qin Fei woke up, "look here..."He pointed to both ends of the street.There were bodies everywhere, dozens of people, burning pickup trucks and wailing wounded soldiers."Come here, get in the car, we're going to run! Aziz is out of town. It's too late if he doesn't run."The "traitor" militia waved to Qin Fei again, walked towards him, shot all the way, and killed all the active militia around. It looked like a king of hell passing by without any grass."Hmm? This man..." the old fish squinted at the man."Qin Fei, who is this man?"Seeing the situation here, bangs don't need to ask. They all know that the militia is helping themselves. It's definitely the people on their side.However, his professional habits made him full of vigilance to ask what had happened.After all, the situation turned around so fast that the brain couldn't turn around.In fact, what shocked Qin Fei was not only that the militia slaughtered dozens of tribal militias with one person, but the voice of this personYes, he heard it.His brain was running at full speed. Qin Fei tried to find out where he had heard the man's voice.yes!The last mysterious phone call that warned me to be careful!It's him!"Qin Fei, who is he?" bangs continued to ask."Friend!" Qin Fei chose an unexplained answer. Now he doesn't have time to explain so much, "he's here to help us. No problem."When the man came up to everyone, everyone saw his face clearly.To be exact, the man didn't show his face at all. His head scarf wrapped his hair tightly. He wore a camouflage tactical scarf around his neck and an Arab robe, which was no different from other militias.The most impressive thing is that he wears a tactical mask on his mouth, which is clearly printed with the pattern of a skeleton. In the light of the fire, it looks so chilly, like an evil ghost out of hell.This is not the time to ask for identity. Everyone clearly understands this. Ge Qiming, who followed the militia and sat down in the driver's position, asked, "where are you going?""Turn left, enter the crosswalk, then drive straight for 300 meters, turn right and drive straight along the main road. You can leave the city. The car has been filled with gas. Don't worry!"The "traitor" militia pointed out the whole route very neatly and seemed to know everything here.
