Just now, when the two were talking.

Qin Jun's ears heard a rustling sound coming from outside, and he was very confident that it was the sound of a person's footsteps stepping lightly on the gravel, but the moment he stretched the barrel out of the door, there was nothing outside, even the rustling sound just now disappeared.

Hanyu also became alert, and he slowly got up, hid behind the window, and carefully observed the situation outside.

Qin Jun also retreated a little puzzled, trying to get closer to other windows to observe the situation outside.

Just as Qin Jun's gun barrel had just retracted into the room, suddenly, Qin Jun flipped back violently. At the same time, a string of bullets hit him in the spot.

Sure enough, there were people outside.

After the first gunshots were fired, more gunshots began to be fired. The doors and windows around the factory were smashed to slag by the whistling bullets.

Qin Jun gritted his teeth, judging from the trajectory of the bullets, the abandoned factory they were in should have been surrounded by people.

"Special code. Are all of you guys in the special nine rounds dognoses? You can find it wherever you hide. Do you dare to let Lao Tzu finish a cigarette. Han Yu cursed to himself, quickly rolled to the side of the backpack containing weapons and ammunition, and quickly replenished some ammunition.

Qin Jun didn't answer Han Yu's question. Because Qin Jun knew that the information network of the Special Ninth Bureau was all over Huaxia Kingdom, it was almost impossible to avoid the tracking of the Special Ninth Bureau in Huaxia Kingdom.

Satellites in space, surveillance cameras on the streets, and the eyes of countless Chinese people living here will all become the source of information for the Special Ninth Bureau.

The sound outside, getting closer. There was movement in all the doors and windows of the factory, and it seemed that the people outside had surrounded the place. Right now, there is no way to escape except to fight your way out.

Click!

Suddenly, there was a faint sound outside, and it was supposed that the dead branches that had fallen on the ground had been trampled off.

Click!

Qin Jun's eyes sank, and he immediately jumped up and fired a few shots in that direction through the window. Then quickly ducked back. Just as he was dodging, a barrage of bullets hit the window rack.

"Kill one, there are six left, at three, six, nine o'clock."

Qin Jun rolled around on the ground, lowered his head and hid behind a wall, and whispered a gesture to the cold rain.

"Roger!" Hanyu nodded knowingly, bent his waist, and quietly touched behind another window. After pulling the bolt and loading it, he made a gesture towards Qin Jun.

Suddenly, the two of them got up at the same time, held their submachine guns at two different windows, and fired a few quick shots. Then they all quickly hid back.

At the same time, two strings of bullets were fired from outside, hitting the window and sparks flew everywhere.

"There are two left on the left."

"There are two left on the right."

After Qin Jun and Han Yu shrank back, they quickly exchanged information. Although the two have not cooperated much, they have a special tacit understanding.

As soon as the bullets outside stopped, the two of them quickly rushed to the window again, fired one shot in two directions, and then dodged back again.

At the same time, a string of whistling bullets swept outside.

"There's one left on the left!"

"There's one left on the right!"

After the two people in the factory stood firm, they looked at each other and said in unison. It's just that at this time, the two of them each added a few shocking bullet wounds. Qin Jun had a bleeding bullet hole in his left arm. And Han Yu's body was not much better, his chest was already red with blood, and a bullet hole that could be seen deep appeared on his left shoulder, he gasped heavily, and it could be seen that he was enduring the pain from the wound.

Qin Jun took a deep breath, since the traces were discovered by the other party, they had to rush out of the factory and leave this place as much as possible, because the Special Ninth Bureau was a rapid reaction force, as long as the other party surrounded himself here for more than twenty minutes, a large number of special operations soldiers would arrive later. At that time, as long as he is surrounded by them on all sides, even if Qin Jun has the ability to reach the sky, there will only be a dead end.

"Bell!"

The sound of a grenade outside pressing the safety bolt in his ears interrupted Qin Jun's thoughts. His pupils contracted suddenly, and he took two quick steps, swooped down on the window again, and fired wildly in the direction from which the sound of the grenade came.

At the same time, the bullets from outside also hit him in the head. Qin Jun quickly turned sideways and hid behind the gun.

Rumble!

At the same time, a loud explosion was heard outside. In the midst of the explosion, there was a dull scream, although it was faint, it still caught Qin Jun's ears. After practicing the "Bathing Snow Accumulation Qi Technique", Qin Jun's five senses were naturally far superior to ordinary people.

Judging by the sound, the grenade that he had blown up with a bullet exploded in the middle of the process, apparently affecting the person who threw the grenade.

"Let's go!" Qin Jun yelled at the cold rain. If Qin Jun's judgment was correct, there would be only one person left who could still fight outside at this time. So now is the best chance to rush out.

Han Yu had been hiding behind the wall, and it wasn't until he saw Qin Jun actually blow up the grenade that was supposed to be thrown into the room, that he reacted to what had happened. Han Yu couldn't help but cast an admiring look at Qin Jun. This kind of keen awareness is not possessed by every special soldier.

"Bang!"

Hanyu reacted quickly, he was closest to the door, stepped forward, and kicked the door open. Due to the disrepair of this wooden door, it was kicked and broken by the cold rain.

At the moment when the cold rain kicked them away, Qin Jun rolled out first, and when he got up again, the submachine gun in his hand had already locked onto the target.

Very beautiful match!

Outside, several soldiers of the Ninth Bureau wearing familiar combat uniforms were lying in pools of blood, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. There was one last soldier left, hiding behind a large tree outside the factory.

When he heard that the door of the factory was kicked open, he was stunned at first, but immediately reacted, raised the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and was about to shoot in this direction.

However, as early as a few seconds ago, Qin Jun's muzzle had already locked on the other party's head.

This is a very young warrior, about the same age as Qin Jun, but the other party's face is more childish. This soldier seemed to be frightened by the unmistakable marksmanship of the two people in the factory, perhaps because Qin Jun's combat power was notoriously terrifying in the Special Ninth Bureau, or maybe he wanted to wait for the support of the large army and cooperate with him to break in together, so he kept hiding in place and waiting.

On the head of the young warrior, he wore a beret in the style of the special nine-game system, and the brim of the hat was engraved with a number nine representing infinite glory.

Bang!

Qin Jun pulled the trigger without hesitation. It's just that the target of the bullet is the opponent's wrist.

Boom!

A blood flower bloomed on the wrist of the young warrior, and he exclaimed in pain, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

"Hey!"

The cold rain standing behind Qin Jun naturally saw all this. He couldn't help but shake his head and let out a long sigh. On several occasions, the soldiers of the Special Ninth Bureau were injured but not killed, and Qin Jun still had a trace of illusion about the Special Ninth Bureau.

Qin Jun slowly stood up and glanced at the wounded soldier calmly.

"Qin Jun. If you can't run away, the big army will arrive soon. If you don't want to die, I advise you to go back to the court-martial. The young warrior clutched his injured wrist and shouted. Although he couldn't beat Qin Jun, he looked at the other party with a stubborn face.

"If you want to deal with me, let the people in the bureau send more elites." Qin Jun stared at him for a moment, didn't speak, turned around and left.

Han Yu hung his MP5 submachine gun on his body, then picked it up from the ground and followed behind Qin Jun, and the two quickly disappeared from the sight of this special ninth bureau soldier.