There was a loud bang.

Then the earth trembled, turning into a raging car, which was blown up and scattered into the sky, and the people around them were like frightened birds, holding their heads and scurrying.

Although it is said that the law and order in Jakarta is not good, there will be some riots from time to time. But even if it's a riot, it will give people in the neighborhood time to react, at least when people see a large crowd gathering somewhere, they will naturally stay away. But now, without warning, the car was blown up, and two in a row.

The worst thing is that this block is under the jurisdiction of the Condor, and the location of the explosion is at the gate of the Condor stronghold. In Jakarta, the golden sign of the Condor Regiment is more effective than the police station, and even in the most turbulent times, no riot gang dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head.

However, now, on the two cars that were blown up, there were all members of the Condor Regiment, and many of them were senior officers.

Smoke billowed and fires raged, screams, car sirens blared. The streets were full of people fleeing in all directions.

Crazy, the world is crazy.

The two Condor security guards standing at the door of the bar only felt that the whole world was spinning, and he even began to wonder if he was dreaming. Looking at the whole of Jakarta, no, it should be the entire Indonesian archipelago, only their Condor Regiment went to blow up other people's cars, and no one dared to blow up their cars in turn.

Suddenly, the sound of several heavy doors closing came from the opposite side. The two security guards turned their heads to look, only to see three masked men dressed in black, armed with submachine guns, standing in front of the old Toyota.

The security guards twitched the corners of their eyes in unison.

In the next second, the submachine gun on the opposite side lit up with a blinding tongue of fire.

Da Da Da - Da -

Three men in black, three submachine guns with ferocious firepower, stood side by side, firing at the same time from three different angles.

The dense bullets are like a sudden shower in Jakarta, where the weather is changeable. Fiercely, and overwhelmingly, it swept towards the bar.

Glass, cars, or human flesh and blood, everything that stood in the way of the rain of bullets was almost all smashed into a mesh sieve.

The two security guards shook their hearts with a wave of horror, and they hurriedly moved their legs, hoping to find a pair of wings and fly away from the place. However, the dense rain of bullets on the opposite side shot their bodies indiscriminately, and the blood mist dispersed in this wonderful night, and the eyes of the security guards were dark, and their bodies involuntarily twisted wildly, and before they fell to the ground, they were completely lifeless.

At the same time, all the members of the Condor Regiment who gathered at the door of the bar all enjoyed the same treatment as the two security guards.

The tongues of fire of the three submachine guns lasted for nearly a minute before they stopped.

At this time, the door of the bar was already full of unrecognizable corpses.

Wang Zhiyong, who had been sitting in the driver's seat of the car, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, looked at the corpses lying all over the place, shook his head, and then lit a cigarette for himself, and then said slowly: "It's a slaughterhouse?" When did the military region come out with your ruthless young people, I began to wonder if you guys have a tendency to abuse and kill. ”

Wang Zhiyong rolled down the window, spit out a mouthful of eye circles outside, and then sniffed, and the smell of blood from outside came, which made him a little bloody.

"Hey, hey! It's really not convincing to be old. After so many years in this place where birds don't, even the blood of their youth has been worn out. However, I am relieved to see you little cubs. Huaxia Guoke needs young people like you who dare to fight. Wang Zhiyong looked at Qin Jun led by the outside with some appreciation.

Among the three people outside, Kevin was obviously a layman, he shouted and held a submachine gun, and shot at the opposite side in an orderly manner, especially when changing the magazine, he had to grind for a long time, and he knew at a glance that he was not from a professional background. However, Wang Zhiyong has heard that the identity of the other party is a computer expert, not a combatant. This time, he came to the field with a gun, but it was just to release a little smoke to stir up the situation.

The other person, Fat B, although the posture and action of shooting are impeccable, you can know at a glance that he has undergone professional training. In Wang Zhiyong's view, the other party should at least be at the level of the domestic scout elite.

And Qin Jun, who was the leader, surprised Wang Zhiyong. That MP5 submachine gun, in the other party's hand, is as easy to retract as a right-hand man. Both the speed and accuracy of the shot have reached a terrifying level. Because the bullets fired by Qin Jun were almost missed, each shot would almost harvest a fresh life, and the speed at which he replaced the magazine was even faster than that, almost at the same time that the empty old magazine jumped out, the new magazine was sent into the card slot. The gap in between, not even for a second. At this speed alone, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the entire military region to find a comparable one.

Wang Zhiyong even suspected that if Qin Jun was standing outside, he would also be able to achieve the destructive power caused by the current three people.

As a veteran, Wang Zhiyong naturally knows very well that the terrifying level of firearms is piled up by countless bullets and years of skillful time. But this young man named Qin Jun seems to be useless even at the age of twenty, and he can have such terrifying marksmanship, Wang Zhiyong's heart can only be described with two words: shock.

At first, Wang Zhiyong was still wondering about such an important task related to the imperial tombs of ancient Chinese emperors, and only a few young people were sent out to practice in China, and he was indignant. But seeing Qin Jun's skills, I thought of Han Yu's elusive and miserable sniper with accurate marksmanship. Only then did Wang Zhiyong realize that this group of young people from China was actually a real luxury lineup.

Wang Zhiyong secretly said to himself, even if the brigade and deputy team of the Crazy Sword Brigade of the Military Region are in person, I am afraid that they are not as powerful as these two people.

"Call it a day!" Qin Jun snapped his fingers, and when he opened his mouth, it was actually English with a thick American accent.

“OK！ For God's sake, if you black-skinned monkeys dare to challenge our patience again, next time, I will directly carry rocket artillery to knock over your **. Under the cover of Fat B, Kevin walked to the surveillance camera at the door of the bar, deliberately showed his blue eyes, and then raised his obscene middle finger.

"Withdraw!" Qin Jun snapped his fingers again, and the three of them quickly got into the Ford.

"This trick to sow discord is really high!" Wang Zhiyong stepped on the accelerator to the end, stretched out a hand, and gave a thumbs up.

"It's not over yet. Then go to the embassy of Lao Mei. Qin Jun said indifferently.

"Good!" Wang Zhiyong hit the steering wheel wildly, and the car flew out on a rampage.