Zhao Changlan, who was hiding behind a machine, saw clearly what happened to Wang Guohan and the three of them through the small hole of the flywheel on the machine, and he regretted bringing these three people in.

Although they have also undergone relatively strict paramilitary training, they have not participated in actual combat before, and they are too inexperienced in facing the enemy.

Through the experience of these three people, Zhao Changshu also saw one thing, no wonder this organization divides the members of the organization into internal staff and field staff, and the internal staff are all hired foreigners, both psychological quality and military quality are far higher than those of field personnel. Zhao Changshu could even guess that these internal staff were likely to be retired soldiers who had participated in actual combat, or that these people were directly active mercenaries.

The short exchange of fire made both sides realize that the other was unusual, and neither dared to take the lead easily, for fear that they would be coldly shot by the other party as soon as they showed their heads. The huge workshop was quiet for a while, and it seemed that even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

"Brother Gun, is that you? Zhao Yushan's excited voice suddenly came from the back of a machine. Just as he jumped out of the back of the machine, the corner of his eye swept to the Zhao spear in the car. Originally, he was still worried about how to rush out of here, but when he saw Brother Gun, he immediately knew that he was fine this time. As long as there is a gun brother, there is no obstacle in the world.

"It's me. How did you get here? What the hell is going on. Zhao Changshu shouted loudly. As soon as Zhao Changshu finished speaking, he looked through the small hole in the flywheel of the machine and found a black man with a cockscomb head and red hair, secretly flashed his head out from the back of the machine, and looked at him.

Zhao Changlan suddenly popped out, and the slight rush in his hand snapped out a single shot.

With such a close-range shot, Zhao Changshu can hit the target even with his eyes closed. As soon as his gunshots rang out, a cloud of blood erupted from the cockscomb's head, and then his entire body was planted from behind the machine, and he fell to the ground with a thud. The blood on his head poured out like an open bottle of red wine, quickly drowning half of his body in a blood-red color.

Zhao Changlan shot successfully, and also attracted countless bullets, the enemy was cursing angrily, while poking their arms out from behind the machine and the cement pillar, and constantly shooting at Zhao Changlan, the machine that was hiding at Zhao Changlan clanged and sparked.

"I'm grass. What a lot of firepower. Zhao Changshu scolded secretly, hiding behind the machine and not daring to show his head.

"Fake. I'll grass your grandma,,grandma. A foreign devil spoke broken Mandarin, slammed a watermelon grenade on the machine in front of him, and then raised his hand to throw it in the direction of Zhao's spear.

However, this guy had just raised his hand, and before the grenade could be released, Hong Aaron, who was hiding behind a load-bearing pillar, suddenly leaned out and raised his hand at his raised wrist to shoot him.

Hong Aaron fired a three-shot short shot, and all three bullets hit the guy's wrist, and the powerful impact of the bullet instantly broke the guy's wrist, and the grenade also fell behind the machine he was hiding.

"Ahh

The huge shock wave caused the guy's body to fly out of the back of the machine as if it had been fired from a cannonball. The funny thing is that this guy's body actually popped and fell directly on the machine where Zhao Yushan was hiding.

The explosion sounded, and Zhao Yushan suddenly poked his head out of the hiding machine, wanting to observe the enemy situation. As a result, at this moment, he suddenly felt a huge shadow Tarzan smash towards him. Frightened, this guy instinctively shrank his head and hid again.

At the moment when he hid, the foreign devil's body also slammed into the machine he was hiding.

Zhao Yushan looked up, and saw that the foreign devil's entire face was smoked like the bottom of a pot by the gunpowder smoke of the explosion, his hair of more than three inches stood up like a steel needle, and there was a faint green smoke, and his eyes were staring at Zhao Yushan like cow eggs.

"I'm grass. Zhao Yushan raised his gun and was about to shoot at the head of the foreign devil, but when he pulled the trigger, he realized that the other party was already dead and could not die anymore. One shrapnel slashed his left ear away, while the other shrapnel directly cut his carotid artery, and the blood shot out like a high-pressure water gun, almost spraying Zhao Yushan's head and face.

". Zhao Yushan scolded secretly, kicked his feet on the machine suddenly, and his body flew out almost against the ground.

I can't stay in this hiding place, and if I stay any longer, I won't be sprayed with blood by the dead ghost lying on the machine, and I will have to be disgusted to death by him like this.

At the moment when Zhao Yushan's body shot out, six people stood up from behind the cover almost simultaneously. Four of the six were enemies, while the other two were none other than Zhao Changshu and Hong Aaron.

Six people plus Zhao Yushan, whose body was flying sideways against the ground, a total of seven people, and seven guns fired almost at the same time. The seven people fired all single shots, and after the short and fierce gunfire, there were four more devil corpses on the ground. Zhao Yushan, Hong Aaron each killed one, and Zhao Changlan killed two by himself.

"Brother Gun, your marksmanship is still high. Looks like I'm going to have to practice hard. From behind a cement load-bearing pillar came the relaxed voice of Aaron Hong.

"Generally average, third in the world. Zhao Changshu squatted behind a machine and said with a smile.

"Hehe, if Brother Gun dares to admit the third, I dare to say that no one in the world dares to admit the first. Zhao Yushan's loud voice came from behind the other machine.

Although the remaining twenty or so devils are not proficient in Chinese, they have been in China for so long, and there is no problem in understanding the conversation between these three people. A group of people listened to the conversation between Zhao Changshu and the three of them, and they were so angry that they couldn't shoot the three of them into a hornet's nest with a random shot.

What does it mean to have no one in sight.

This is a goddamn example.

However, now none of these twenty or so guys dare to take the lead.

After the confrontation just now, they finally understood that although the other party was small, all of them were masters. A master of the hand. Dugu seeks defeat and is the kind of master who is invincible in the heights.

They have the same sense of smell and speed as a cheetah. They can tell when to strike in the first place to hit the enemy. Dealing with this kind of person can also make people crazy just by psychological torture.

The enemy hid like rats and did not show their heads, and the three of Zhao Lancers could only find a way to lure them out. After all, there are many people on the other side, and the field personnel outside are also rushing over, once the enemy brigade is rushing over, no matter how good the three of them are, the bullets are limited.

There is another point that Zhao Changshu has to consider. Now the enemies they face are almost exclusively foreigners. These foreigners ran to China and hid underground like rats, and with such powerful weapons in their hands, they were certainly not a good West, either terrorists wanted by the international community, or professional mercenaries. These people are almost intolerable to any country with a rule of law, and the three of Zhao Changshu beat them to death, and they were killed.

But those in the field are different. They are all authentic Chinese, and they have parents, old people, wives and children in China. And those in the field may not even know the core secrets of their organization, and can only be regarded as peripheral figures. It would be a pity if he died in the chaos of the war for no reason. Not only may their families make trouble in the future, but I'm afraid Zhao Changshu's own conscience will not be able to get over it.

Therefore, Zhao Changshu wanted to kill all these foreigners inside before those field agents arrived, and then find a way to subdue those field agents.

However, when Zhao Changshu was thinking about how to lure out the foreigners who were hiding, there was a sudden sound of chaotic car motors from the spiral alley they had walked through before. After receiving the order of the organization, those field personnel finally rushed over.

A Yanjing jeep drove out of the spiral alley at a speed of forty miles per hour. The car just drove in, the people in the car didn't care about 3721, raised the gun and suddenly it was a shuttle, even the gunman himself didn't know what he was shooting, the bullets flying everywhere did not hit anyone, but knocked out several chandeliers on the ceiling, and the light in the entire underground workshop suddenly dimmed a lot.

The people in the jeep made a shuttle, but they didn't even see a figure, they were stupid. Suddenly, I saw a huge mechanical hand falling from the sky above my head.

The people in the car didn't wait for the smell to come to their senses, and they rolled down from the car like a gourd. The huge manipulator easily grabbed the jeep and hoisted it into the air. At the very moment when the jeep was caught, another jeep drove in. At this moment, the manipulator suddenly let go, and the jeep that it grabbed fell from the sky and smashed into the second jeep that had just entered.

The driver of the second car saw that things were not good, and suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly accelerated forward. But in the end, it was still half a beat late, and the jeep dodged the front of the car, but did not avoid the tail. The two front wheels of the jeep that fell from the sky smashed into the back seat of the open-top jeep with a thud.

A guy sitting in the back was caught off guard, was smashed on the seat in an instant, spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and then desperately screamed: "Help." Help me. Pumpkin, help me. ”

Brother Pumpkin was the driver who was driving, and because of his previous sudden kick on the accelerator, he and Brother Melon, who was in the passenger seat, were saved by one person. At this moment, the pumpkin and winter melon looked at the watermelon with a mouth full of blood and was stuck in the back seat, and they were stunned and didn't know what to do.

The two cars, which were set up together like bison mating, directly sealed the exit of the spiral aisle. The car behind couldn't get in at all. The people in the car could only jump out of the car and rush in on foot, but when they rushed into the alleyway, looked at the corpses scattered in the workshop, and then looked at the watermelons that were stuck in the jeep and screamed, they were all dumbfounded