Chang'an Street is now a mess of porridge, people screaming and running around like headless flies, there is no order at all, as if they are being desperately chased by an invisible beast, as long as anyone who runs slower will be caught and torn to pieces in an instant.

The sound of gunfire rang out from time to time, sounding like a firecracker during the New Year's holiday, but what that firecracker expressed was the joy of the festival, and now the gunfire was a death sickle hanging above his head, and no one knew whose head he would suddenly fall and cut off his head.

On the street outside Dongdan, there is a scene of war on the streets of Somalia, with a bus and several cars parked in the middle of the road. There are many holes in the body of the bus like a lotus canopy, and some of the holes are still gurgling blood, I don't know how many people were killed in the car before they had time to run out, there was no one standing in the car, and I don't know whether they were squatting on the ground with their heads shaking like the people outside, or they had lost the ability to stand, and fell to the ground and lay on the chair and groaned.

Several police cars and large trucks of the armed police force have formed an iron bucket formation to surround the scene, and an officer is holding a loudspeaker and shouting over there: "**, you have been surrounded, please don't make unnecessary resistance, take the initiative to surrender and honestly confess your crimes to the organization is your only way out!"

Before the officer could finish his words, there were a few shots from the other side, and the bullets hit the police car over there with a screeching sound, which was obviously the answer he gave.

"Toast without eating and drinking, organize the staff to charge quickly!"

Under the officer's order, some armed police soldiers fired guns to suppress the fire on that side, and a group of armed police soldiers took advantage of this time to approach that side. This qiē looked very smooth, but a few cold shots were suddenly released from there, and the armed police soldiers who rushed to the front fell to the ground in response, and were immediately dragged back behind the cover composed of cars by their comrades.

The comradeship is very deep, especially on the real battlefield, seeing his comrades being knocked down, the firepower of the armed police force here suddenly became fierce, and tongues of fire erupted one after another, and bullets poured over like no money, causing sparks to fly over there.

On the other side, a lonely figure was holding a semi-automatic rifle and leaning quietly behind the wheels, letting the bullets fly over his head and hitting his side, he remained immovable, with a calmness and confidence that naturally belonged to the battlefield, but his face carried a faint sadness and pain that belonged to a man.

This person is none other than the strongest soldier of the Metropolitan Garrison that Zhou Ming has been paying attention to.

The tragedy on Chang'an Street was caused by him, he initially wanted to seek revenge on the officer surnamed Tan, and it was also a subconscious act to escape from the barracks, but after he rushed out of the barracks, he was a little dazed and didn't know what to do. Later, he remembered that Zhou Ming had asked him about creating chaos in the city before, and at this time he had lost his mind and decided to take revenge on society, so he drove the jeep all the way to Chang'an Street.

When he arrived in Dongdan, he held a gun like a random shooting target around him, and for a while he didn't know how many innocent passers-by were knocked to the ground like cutting wheat, but fortunately, the bullets he carried were limited, and he also used a semi-automatic rifle, which could not be strafed like a submachine gun, otherwise the number of casualties would have to at least double again.

The bus came over at this time, looking at the ** crazy there, and the bus driver was blinded at that time.

If the driver is calm enough, step on the accelerator and rush straight over, even if ** no matter how sharpshooter, it is difficult to hit a few people; but unfortunately, this driver is just an ordinary person in peacetime, where does he understand this, he subconsciously stepped on the brakes, and as a result, the bus just stopped in the middle of the road, and was given a target to **, and after a few rounds of point shooting, there was no one who could stand in the car.

Dongdan is very close to Zhongnanhai, is a very important place, the public security and armed police after receiving the alarm quickly dispatched, less than two minutes to rush here to surround **.

**Silently feeling the breath of the battlefield, suddenly two essences shot out of his eyes, and the whole person sat up from the ground like a spring and rushed out of the cover.

"He's running out, shoot him!"

An armed police officer shouted, but he could only shout, because when he looked over, he realized that the armed police soldiers on his side were actually changing magazines because the bullets had been emptied.

This situation made the officer stunned for a moment, and he looked at the ** on the other side running down like a tanuki, and hid behind the wall in just a moment, and immediately frowned.

Was it a coincidence? Or did he calculate how often everyone here would shoot?

The officer took a deep breath and was shocked by his own idea, because he couldn't imagine how he could calculate the frequency of each gun with so many people and so many guns on his side?

No one wants to believe that there is such a person, who can be selected from the millions of soldiers in the country, and who have been fed by various trainings in the garrison for so long, it is not impossible to have such a appearance.

But why? Such a person would run out to do such a thing? Hundreds of people on his side surrounded him, and many bullets were beaten, and many people were injured, but they were never caught? God knows how many people had to pay to catch or kill him!

This kind of thought made this armed police officer feel crazy, after all, he had also been on the battlefield, why didn't he do anything about him?

"He moved, and he moved!"

The officer didn't have time to think about it, the shouts in his ears quickly made him throw away these thoughts, he looked over, and saw that the ** over there really ran out of the bunker on the wall, the officer's heart jumped when he saw this, and shouted: "Don't rush to shoot!"

But when he shouted, it was too late, and this time without waiting for the officer's order, the armed police soldier subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire.

But no matter how dense the gunfire is here, ** there is just a cat running fast on his waist, and those bullets can't hit him, instead, ** after rolling and hiding in the bunker, he shot back a few shots, and there were armed police soldiers here who were immediately injured.

"Wonderful! Is this the soldier of the Red East? It's a wonderful art of war, I must record it!"

Behind the encirclement of the armed police, two foreigners stood on the roof of their cars, and a slightly fat foreigner excitedly carried the camera and shouted loudly as if he had taken a stimulant.

If Zhou Ming was here, he would definitely be able to recognize these two foreigners as the two foreign reporters he met at the Yanjing Hotel, and the tall and thin foreigner frowned and said: "This way of moving forward quickly with a low body is indeed very effective in reducing your exposed area, and then reducing the probability of being hit by a bullet in the fast forward, which is very thoughtful, but I think his power is not limited to this." ”

"Hey I said, I think it's not easy for him to be able to effectively survive on the battlefield, how many people dream of it!" said the foreign man.

The tall and thin foreign man glanced at his colleague and said quietly: "Think about it, since he exchanged fire with these surrounding armed police, have you seen him change the magazine?"

"Change the magazine? He used a semi-automatic rifle, which is not fast in itself, and he still shoots a shot to change places, so there should be a lot of time to change behind the bunker, right?" the foreign man guessed.

"No, I've done the math, he's fired more than forty shots in a row from just now now, and as far as I know, there's no semi-automatic rifle in the world with such a sufficient magazine......"

Before the tall and thin foreign man could finish speaking, the big foreign man shouted, "Look, what is he doing? He is actually changing the magazine with one hand!"

One-handed magazine change refers to holding the gun in the right hand, taking out the magazine with the left hand, and then using the new magazine with the left hand to slam the magazine on the firearm. This method is much faster than the normal method of changing the magazine, and there is no need to re-pull the bolt, which can maintain the continuity of fire.

"Incredible, incredible!" said the tall, thin foreign man dumbfounded, muttering in his mouth.

As the so-called layman looks at the lively insider's doorway, the reason why he was able to rush out from the back of the car just now was because of the time difference between a soldier of the armed police force to change the magazine, but he himself did not have this concern, through the technical action of changing the magazine with one hand, he could achieve non-stop firepower.

This action does not look fancy, and it is easy to say, but it is very difficult to really change one-handed without stopping on the battlefield, because this not only requires the soldier to be familiar with the firearm, but also needs to memorize the number of bullets in the magazine in his heart, because the ideal state of changing the magazine with one hand is to leave one or two bullets without firing out, so that the new magazine does not need to be re-pulled, so that the new magazine does not need to be re-pulled, so that continuous shooting can be achieved.

Of course, if it is just such a technical move, it will not be amazing, but the key is that he knows how to move forward quickly, has the accurate marksmanship of mobile shooting, and can maintain the fire output without stopping, and can even calculate the number of bullets of the opponent.

It's a battle demon!

There is no doubt that as long as he is given enough bullets and intact firearms, he can fight these hundreds of people until dark alone, and even achieve a perfect counter-kill.

With such a near-perfect warrior, who could stop him?

This question is also the same thought of all those who witnessed this shootout, and at this moment, suddenly a shout came: "Stop!"

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