"Shock bomb!"

Jack reminded Luo Sheng, threw a slender M84 flash shock bomb into the production workshop, and then quickly dodged sideways.

Syllable!

A flash grenade exploded behind the door of the workshop, and behind the door, a bright white light flashed by.

As soon as the armed men guarding the door of the workshop adjusted to the darkness caused by the power outage, they were attacked by flashing grenades.

The intense flash of flames, equivalent to 8 million candles, blinded the five armed men scattered at the door of the workshop in an instant.

The bright light caused their eyes to burn and sting, like pins and needles, and the tear glands frantically poured tears out.

Dada......

......Dada

In a panic, the five armed men pulled the trigger of the AK automatic rifle in their hands, and the gunfire in the production workshop was loud, and the bullets hit the walls, gates, and reinforcing brackets of the workshop and turned into ricochets, and flew towards the trembling "cooks" (poison makers) on the side of the production line with various trajectories that would make Newton's coffin board unable to suppress.

The ricochet, which changed the trajectory of the ballistics, created a much more traumatic surface for these "cooks" than normal.

There are those who have been cut open in the chest by a spinning bullet; There are warheads that have been hit on hard objects, grinding off the copper skin to expose the lead core, and have also been deformed, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys have been strangled; There are also those who have their arms broken and their legs amputated by ricochets......

The worst person to die was "Head Chef" Connor.

If you talk about seniority among drug makers, Connor's seniority is definitely in the top three.

In the time of Marikova, the "Poison Queen", Connor was an assistant to Derrick, the creator of "Crystal Beads". The "Paradise" that is now being produced in this production hall is nothing more than a simplified version of Connor's crippled recipe for the "Crystal Beads" of the year.

escaped the pursuit of the DEA, the FBI, and the wanted by Interpol, but finally died under the guns of his own people, such an ending did not appear in Connor's dreams.

Connor was hit by a total of three ricocheting projectiles.

The first ricocheting bullet swirled sideways, cutting off Connor's right knee below; Connor sat on the ground with his hands on his short legs and wailed when he was hit in the chest by a ricochet that bounced off the ground.

The second ricochet pierced Connor's lungs and broke Connor's spine, causing Connor to collapse to the ground; As soon as Connor fell to the ground, a third ricochet ejected from the reinforced steel frame next to him pierced through the gas mask on his face......

"That's how Carlos's individual soldiers are, and a single detonator can turn them into headless flies."

Hearing the sound of gunfire coming from the workshop, Jack pursed his lips in disdain.

The chaotic gunfire continued for a few seconds before it stopped, and after Luo Sheng gave Jack a battle sign language, Jack threw two more stun bombs into the production room.

Syllable!

Syllable!

After the two stun bombs exploded one after another, Luo Sheng and Jack rushed into the production workshop with guns.

Under the night vision device, a laser designator mounted on the VECTOR submachine gun shoots a bright laser ray that sweeps back and forth through the production hall.

Click!

An armed man who had survived the random shooting of his companion just now had just rolled out from behind the experimental table with his eyes covered, when he was hit in the head by Luo Sheng's point shot, and his brain was spilled on the ground.

After the dull sound of shooting, the entire production hall fell silent, except for sporadic moanings.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

Luo Sheng and Jack used spot shots to clean up the targets in the workshop, whether it was the "chef" in charge of production or the armed personnel in charge of security and security, but anyone who could still breathe was all replenished with bullets on their heads.

Although these "chefs" do not have combat effectiveness and pose a direct threat to themselves, these "chefs" are the ones that need to be solved the most.

“Clear！”

“Clear！”

Luo Sheng lowered the muzzle of the gun, glanced around at the production workshop that had been beaten to tatters before he came in, and said to Jack: "It's a pity, their AK magazine has too few bullets, if their AK is loaded with a drum with a capacity of 100 rounds, maybe we will save even explosives." ”

"Then I think the M134 is more direct."

Jack took off the equipment bag hanging diagonally on his body, placed it on the experimental table full of test tubes, flasks, distillation flask fragments and colorful chemical solutions, took out two pieces of the "heaven" assembly line for the production of thermite explosives with timed fuses installed in it, and after setting the five-minute countdown, he couldn't help but sigh: "I blew up this is a money printing machine, a money printing machine that can print millions of dollars a day!" ”

"With the money printed on this money printing machine, you are not afraid that you will get hemorrhoids yourself, the kind that sprays blood when you go to the toilet."

Luo Sheng pursed his lips and installed two pieces of PETN plastic explosives, which were also equipped with timing fuses, on a pile of "heavenly" finished products that had not yet had time to be sent to the warehouse.

"Hemorrhoids spurting blood?"

The corners of Jack's mouth twitched fiercely, and he said to Luo Sheng: "Do you want to be so ruthless?!" ”

"Bone ......"

As soon as Jack's words fell, two smoke bombs were thrown into the workshop and rolled towards Luo Sheng and Jack.

"Sneer——!"

"Sneer——!"

The two smoke grenades rolled forward, releasing a thick white smoke.

"Hidden!"

Luo Sheng yelled at Jack and quickly rolled towards the table next to him.

Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da!

As soon as Luo Sheng rolled to the back of the table, three standard triple bursts landed on the position he was standing on just now.

"Beware, these people are not like the rest of the armed men."

Jack reminded Luo Sheng.

Luo Sheng nodded knowingly.

Although point shooting is only the basic skill of playing with guns, it is often the most difficult to practice the basic skill.

The three bursts just now are very standard, and it is impossible to do them without the amount of training with thousands of rounds.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The emergency lights on the walls of the workshop lit up, and the red light made the originally dark workshop a little brighter.

At the emergency light, several armed men wearing black tight-fitting combat uniforms, wearing head-mounted thermal imagers and holding P90 submachine guns entered the workshop with light steps.

Behind the lab table, Luo Sheng took out a remote control from his pocket, shook it at Jack, and then pressed the red start button on the remote control.

Click! Click! Click!

Three arrow grenades attached to the ground are triggered.

The aluminum shells of the three arrow grenades opened outwards like flower petals, revealing the tungsten steel rod in the grenade that was surrounded by short arrows.

Bite! Bite! Bite!

Three tungsten steel rods filled with arrows ejected.

After a short period of time, a total of 600 short arrows with a length of 5 mm with barbs on the three tungsten steel rods were fired out in all directions, covering the surrounding area with indiscriminate fire within a radius of 10 meters.