In this ruined temple, hold on for an hour?

When Yang Jie heard this, he was so unhappy, this Lu Jifeng really dared to think about it.

There are only three people on his side, six hands, and two guns if they don't include themselves, and the firepower output is seriously insufficient.

After a while, everyone else will come back to their senses and gather to attack the three of them, what will be the consequences?

Not to mention how many people will be in the cars that come in with the uncle's truck, there are more than 20 monks in this single small temple.

Usually they look like they are virtuous, but now, they are more than 20 terrorists and more than 20 executioners!

If he just left, Yang Jie had this confidence, even if he had twice as many enemies, he would be able to get out, but dying in the temple would not be such a simple problem.

As the surrounding terrorists gradually approach, the three of them will have less and less room to move, and they may end up in a dilemma with no way out. When the time comes, the gun runs out of bullets, and there is no place to hide, so won't you have to surrender with your hands up?

"Let's not talk about it yet, leave this Buddha hall quickly!"

Yang Jie could think of the question, the uncle and the man next to him didn't understand, the burst of strafing just now temporarily forced the terrorists outside the side door to retreat, and immediately beckoned to leave through the small door on the right.

Leaving the front hall, the three of them entered the side hall of the unsigning, where the location is also very small, but through the window, they can occupy a certain geographical advantage. As soon as he walked in, Lu Jifeng held a rifle and shot at the window.

However, it was this kind of strafing without accurate targets that also made a painful whine outside.

"You stay here, I'll go out and get some of it away!"

Yang Jie was about to applaud his uncle's battle instincts, so the man next to him put away the pistol, pulled out a short dagger from behind his back, and pushed open the door and rushed out after just saying a word.

At this moment, under the teak wood in the courtyard outside the house, two fake monks who were caught off guard by Lu Jifeng and had been shot and wounded were about to grit their teeth and raise their guns to shoot back, but a figure suddenly jumped out.

The cold dagger, reflecting a little moonlight, slid past their necks, and the next moment, the two of them under the tree could only stare at each other, and slowly fell to the ground with a little unwillingness.

"What a speed, what a ruthless approach." Seeing that the two monks were wiped on their throats, and the man had already left from under the tree several times, the corners of Yang Jie's mouth pulled slightly, where did this guy come from? Don't you blink when you kill?

As if seeing the surprise in Yang Jie's eyes, the uncle withdrew from the magazine to check the remaining bullets and said: "He is a weapon of the country that has undergone special training to deal with this kind of scene, and this method is normal." ”

"A weapon of the nation? State personnel? ”

Nodding, Lu Jifeng pointed to the other side and said, "I can't say more for the time being, you will know later." It's enough for me here, I can see that your strength is very limited here, let's all go out, and after half an hour, we will meet in the backyard of the temple, be careful yourself. ”

"Okay, I'll go to the other side!"

Yang Jie bowed slightly, and walked out from the other side, and as soon as he walked out, the uncle also left the hut, came to the teak, and took the two pistols into his arms.

Just when Yang Jie and the three of them were acting separately, in the backyard of the temple, a man with long hair in a shawl, holding a mobile satellite phone in his hand, his face was hideous.

"Big brother, that damn Ruan Xiong actually colluded with Hua Guo's political axe to attack our base, we gathered our brothers and went back to fight with them!"

Beside the long-haired man, a guy in a black suit also looked resentful, if Yang Jie was here, he could tell at a glance that this guy was the leader of the Kapaman organization in the recycle station fire.

And the Nguyen Hung in his mouth is the bigwig of the side that actually holds the military power in South Vietnam, and almost half of the South Vietnamese army is under the control of this person.

"It's useless, Ruan Xiong's seed, he doesn't dare to fight us head-to-head without all certainty. What's more, Hua Guo also made a move, and this time they were willing to take advantage of us. ”

The long-haired man didn't nod, the phone call he answered just now was from a henchman at the base, asking him for help, saying that the base was surrounded, and he couldn't even break through. He knew very well at this time that even if he rushed back to the base with dozens of people here, he was afraid that there would not be much chance of turning the tables, and he might even be wiped out.

Thinking that the organization he had supported was about to be burned down like this, the anger in the man's heart became more and more intense. Listening to the gunshots still coming from time to time in his ears, he looked to the front of the temple, and said in a cold voice at the moment: "Give it all to me, I will take his blood to pay tribute to my brother!" ”

He would not return to the base, and he had to get out of here as soon as possible, and he could feel that if he stayed at the temple, he would be waiting for him to clear the base and roar to the South Vietnamese troops.

But before leaving, he was going to kill the Chinese money carrier, or a few other rats. These Chinese must be sent to hell.

The long-haired man's command was clearly heard by the people around him, and although they didn't think that a few fleas would last long in the hands of those well-trained companions disguised as novices, the boss was furious, and they wouldn't dare to be passive and slack off.

Three cars, more than a dozen figures, entered the rear hall of the temple from the left and right sides, and joined the team to encircle and suppress Yang Jie.

And when these more than ten people joined, whether it was the man who left the first before, the man from the special national agency, or Yang Jie himself, they all felt the pressure increase dramatically.

Originally, he only had to face two or three firepowers, but now he was suppressed by the opponent's tongue of fire, and he had no chance to rise to the top.

"Da~Dada~~Da~"

Leaning against a stone Buddha statue, Yang Jie closed his eyes and could feel the crumbs of the stone statue being beaten. There was no way, the fire on the opposite side was too fierce, and he had just killed a guy with a guy, and before he even had time to pick up the weapon, he was forced to hide behind the stone statue.

Panting slightly, he took out a flying knife from his trouser pocket, Yang Jie weighed it in his hand, this was still the trophy he won from the South Vietnamese Yankees, but he didn't expect to rely on it to deal with this group of South Vietnamese terrorists today.

"Heh~~ It's good that I didn't throw it away, otherwise it would be enough to choke now!" With his eyes closed, listening to the footsteps mixed with the sound of gunshots, Yang Jie's thoughts were spinning and counting down silently.

"Five"

"Four"

"Three"

"Two"

"One"

When the countdown was about to end, Yang Jie's eyes opened, and he suddenly turned around and was facing the back of the stone statue, and kicked out with his right foot against the stone statue, and the whole person suddenly flew backwards.

"Brush~~"

That is, at the moment of flying upside down, Yang Ming's hand came out, and the flying knife in his hand came out of his right hand like a roller, and in the next moment, it sank into the forehead of a terrorist with a gun.

“yes！”

After a successful blow, Yang Jie's body was not completely on the ground, he reached out and slapped it on the ground, his left foot was retracted, and the whole person temporarily maintained a backward squatting posture.

At the same time, a sideways turn action was made, and he pounced at the feet of the man who had been killed by him with a knife one step away. At this time, the rifle that fell from the man's hand happened to fall into Yang Jie's arms.

"Let's all die!"

With this thought, Yang Jie fell to the ground with a thud, but the movement in his hand was not slow at all, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at several other monks, and the index finger of his right hand pulled the trigger.