157 The Devil

As soon as they entered the base gate, the horses stopped.

It snorted incessantly, and seemed to dislike the taste.

When the drug lords heard the movement, they ran out with their guns in their hands, so they didn't wear protective equipment.

The real role of body armor and bulletproof helmets is not bulletproof.

Because there is no helmet in the world that can block the direct fire of a rifle bullet except for the super-heavy helmet used for explosive disposal.

Even if you take the shit luck and really block the bullet, it will break the ribs if it hits the body, and the cervical vertebrae will break when it hits the neck.

This is already equivalent to the full force of a martial arts master's blow.

Therefore, the real role of armor is actually to defend against debris and rubble generated after explosions on the battlefield.

The two or three hundred people stood too close, so the three rockets went down and really exploded in the center of the hornet's nest.

Some people stood farther away, but were also injured by the debris kicked up by the rocket launchers.

And those who were favored by God and had no bruises at all were also dizzy by the strong explosion just now, and they couldn't get up when they fell to the ground.

The rocket artillery is much more powerful than the bullet, and the ground is full of stumps and broken arms, and the blood is constantly flowing towards the crater blown by the rocket artillery.

In less than a moment, a shallow pool of blood had gathered.

Because the scene was too bloody, Chen Xi immediately showed his good habits.

That is to clean up the battlefield.

It doesn't matter if he dies or not, it's a fire that burns him all up.

Slaughter?

Bloody?

Cruel?

No, no, no, it's purification.

In terms of ferocity, if terrorists come first, then drug lords definitely come second.

So......

Forgiving them is God's business, and Chen Xi is only responsible for sending them to God.

Two or three hundred people were instantly engulfed by the fire, and after Qin Yuqing took a look, she walked out of the outpost, and then stood beside Chen Xi with a complicated expression.

Chen Xi picked up a gun from the ground.

M16A1, 5.56mm caliber, the world's first small-caliber rifle to be officially included in official equipment, began to be used on a large scale during the Vietnam War. It has now been fully decommissioned, replaced by the M16A2, and the old version has become a civilian rifle in North America and Europe.

He had played CS, but not with a real gun, so after getting the gun, he studied it carefully, and finally didn't forget to take off the magazine and take a look at it, and then reload it.

It's ok, the magazine is full.

"Let's go, let's go see where the hostages are being held. ”

Leaving the horse at the gate, Chen Xi took Qin Yuqing and walked into the base with such a swagger.

Taking the layout of a regular military base as an example, the perimeter is a sentry post, a monitoring station, a machine gun station, a concrete fence, and a barbed wire, while the inside of the base is an arsenal, an armory, a fuel depot, and a barracks (including dormitories, canteens, and toilets).

The drug lords are not so particular, the anti-aircraft guns are placed at the gate of the base, and the surface-to-air missile launchers are placed in the center of the base in such a grand manner.

What's even more strange is that not far behind the missile launcher, there is actually a villa.

The villa is two storeys high and has a small garden in front.

This looks like the lair of drug lords.

The two surrounded the base, Chen Xi held a gun and kept shooting at those who tried to resist, whoever dared to show his head and raise his hand was a shot, and thirty bullets were used up in a short time.

When he ran out of bullets, he dropped his rifle and shattered the ground with one kick.

With a wave of his hand, a series of rubble struck the center of the enemy's eyebrows with precision.

At first, some people tried to resist and shoot back, but as the two gradually got deeper, the gunfire gradually subsided.

The two of them walked straight towards the villa.

At this time, Chen Xi discovered a problem......

At the beginning, two or three hundred people died, plus the small shrimps that appeared one after another, there were more than four hundred people at most.

With such a large military base, it is obviously impossible to have only these people.

No matter how I think about it, I feel that something is wrong.

So, what about people?

Chen Xi pondered as he pushed open the door of the villa with Qin Yuqing.

It's a magnificent villa, and if the floors were a little higher, it would almost be a castle.

The big drug lord has no taste and is purely a nouveau riche, so the decoration in the villa is very luxurious, and all kinds of gorgeous and extravagant furniture are really dazzling.

And the most eye-catching of them is the bearskin carpet that you can see as soon as you enter the door.

There was not a single figure in the empty villa.

The two glanced at each other, and when Chen Xi was about to say something, a child suddenly appeared at the staircase on the second floor.

It was a Nanyang child, who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with a frightened and timid expression on his face.

In stark contrast, it was the AK74 in his arms.

As the world's most widely used automatic rifle, the AK47 is known as the world's king of guns, with a total of about 100 million units produced, purchased and fully equipped by at least 53 countries, and 5 countries even painted it on their national flags.

That's synonymous with killing, and so far, at least 20 million people have died at the gunpoint of AK47s, far more than the casualties caused by those two atomic bombs on the island.

The black barrel trembled slightly, as if the child was afraid.

Seeing this, Qin Yuqing couldn't help but be stunned.

But at the moment when she lost her mind, the child suddenly shot!

'Click-and-......'

The muzzle of the gun spat frantically with tongues of fire.

There was still some fear on the child's face, there was only excitement and fanaticism!

The recoil of the AK47 is well known to the world, but this kid has a particularly steady hand holding a gun because of his long practice.

He stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, like crazy, laughing maniacally and spraying bullets downward.

Bullets slammed into tables, doors, windows, and furniture, tearing everything to shreds.

Thirty rounds were quickly exhausted.

When the child put down the gun and looked at his masterpiece triumphantly, he suddenly found that although there was a mess below, the two people were standing in place and had not moved at all.

After sighing lightly, Chen Xi turned his head and said helplessly to Qin Yuqing: "The bullet from the gun of a 14-year-old child is as deadly as the bullet from the gun of a 40-year-old man, and perhaps even more deadly......"

Qin Yuqing has heard this sentence, from the king of war.

But when this scene happened alive in front of her eyes, she still couldn't help but make her mood very complicated.

Chen Xi didn't say anything more.

With a wave of their hands, the bullets that stayed in front of them all turned their warheads and shot at the children on the stairs at a faster speed.

The body is a child, but the heart lives a demon, so ......

Can't stay.

Originally, he came with the mentality of avenging his sister-in-law, but after being so troubled by this child, even Chen Xi began to feel a little uncomfortable.

The child is right, the world is wrong.

Even a teenager has been trained to kill without blinking, an act that has completely angered him.

After glancing at the staircase with a frown, Chen Xi suddenly seemed to notice something, and hurriedly looked back at the gate of the villa.

Qin Yuqing saw his actions, and when she was a little puzzled, Chen Xi's figure had already disappeared from the hall.

Almost at the same moment, he was outside the villa.

Looking up at the sky, a Tao anti-tank missile was smashing towards the villa with a long puff of smoke and flying faster than the speed of sound.