"Grass!"

Yu Zhiqian felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a hammer, and he instantly felt out of breath, as if a thousand catties had hit his chest, and his body took two steps back uncontrollably, and at the same time, a bullet flew past Yu Zhiqian's arm.

The bullet rotated violently in the air, rubbing, and carrying a huge amount of heat, directly tearing Yu Zhiqian's arm open a bloody wound, but then it was roasted by high temperature, and the wound was like barbecue, rolled up, emitting a slight smell of meat.

"Suck!"

Yu Zhiqian fell to the ground, used his last strength to hide behind a bunker, looked at his chest, a warhead had been deformed and twisted embedded in his body armor, and the wound on his arm was not serious, but it affected the movement of his left hand.

"Underestimate these black people!"

Yu Zhiqian got up from the ground, he really underestimated this group of black people, although he has been tortured and killed by himself in various fancy ways, but how to say that he has been a rebel in Namibia for many years, and he still has a certain combat effectiveness, at least their marksmanship is not the same as that of ordinary blacks.

"I hit him, I hit him!" A black man shouted loudly, very excited, he could be sure, very sure, that he had hit the demon.

"Did you hit? The three of you go and take a look, and the rest of you stare me to death!" ”

Powers heard that his subordinates had hit Yu Zhiqian, and immediately issued a new order, ready to let people do it, but his intuition told him that although his subordinates hit the target, they were not necessarily killed, although the person was shot once, he basically lost his ability to fight, but Powers was afraid that Yu Zhiqian would pull a person into the water before he died.

Yu Zhiqian leaned against the wall, touched from the flower bed beside him, took out a new magazine, reloaded the bullet, and touched his chest, which is a little relieved now, but it is certain that there must be some problems inside his chest, and he is a little out of breath.

However, the black man did not give Yu Zhiqian more time, and the three of them formed an arrow advance formation, which was already close to Yu Zhiqian, getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were getting louder and louder.

took a smoke bomb from his waist belt, Yu Zhiqian bit off the pull ring with his mouth, and then threw it forward weakly with his left hand, and after rolling on the ground twice, the smoke bomb landed not far from Yu Zhiqian.

The smoke bombs bumped on the ground, making a crisp metal impact sound, and the three black men who were about to get close to Yu Zhiqian ran backwards like soldiers: "Grenade, grenade!" ”

Listening to the exaggerated shouts of the black man, Yu Zhiqian snorted coldly, glanced at his wounds, and made sure that it would not affect his mobility too much, and stood up again, his chest was still a little stuffy, and the tip of his tongue smelled a little fishy, but it would be fine in a short time, and after the battle was over, he must check it, and the ghost knows if there will be internal bleeding.

"Poof!"

The explosion that the black man expected did not sound, but the unique sound of the smoke bomb, a white smoke rose rapidly from the metal shell of the smoke bomb, and the black militants reacted as if they had been tricked.

"Damn, it's not a grenade, it's a smoke bomb, strafe at the smoke grenade, don't let him run!"

Powers watched the smoke rise, and immediately screamed anxiously, and at the same time wanted to open his head to see what was inside, can't you tell the difference between a grenade and a smoke grenade?

The black man who received the order immediately turned around and began to strafe the smoke bomb, several people almost all the bullets were empty within five seconds, and then began to change the magazine, and just when their gunfire stopped, Yu Zhiqian stood up, mixed into the smoke, and ran towards the back, he couldn't be tough with this group of black people, he was injured, and he could only outwit first.

But Yu Zhiqian had just entered the smoke when gunshots rang out behind him, and he saw Powers holding an AK in his hand, placing it on his waist, and constantly strafing into the smoke.

"I'm grass, is the IQ of this group of blacks on the line?" After Yu Zhiqian heard the gunshot, he immediately quickened his pace and ran towards the back, after Bowers emptied the bullet, he quickly changed the magazine, and looked at his subordinates who were about to shoot again: "Won't you shoot separately?" Do you fight one by one? The bullets are gone, not to give him a chance to escape! ”

After scolding, all the magazines that had just been replaced were emptied, and the rest of the blacks were so frightened by Bowers that they looked at each other, and they didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately, so they froze in place, and Powers smashed the butt of a gun directly on the head of one of them: "Let you shoot, what are you doing in a daze!" ”

Several blacks are very aggrieved, just now they shot themselves and scolded themselves, and now they don't shoot and beat themselves, whether they shoot or don't shoot!

Just when the black man was at a loss, Yu Zhiqian finally went around to the area behind the factory, moved his body slightly, and through the range of smoke bombs, he saw several black people standing in place at a loss, raised their guns, and gently pulled the trigger.

If it misses, it is less than 50 meters away, and it is a fixed target, and if it does not hit, the injury to his left hand has a great impact on Yu Zhiqian, and after pulling the trigger, his fingers will shake, affecting the accuracy.

The bullet grazed the head of the black man, this man was Bowers, who heard the sound of breaking the air in his ears, and immediately fell to the ground, covered in a cold sweat, just now, almost went to see the gods himself.

"Isn't he hurt? Even if you're injured, you can still hit so accurately! Bowers retreated in his heart at this time, that person was really terrible, whether it was combat effectiveness, adaptability, or various abilities, it was not something he could deal with.

If it weren't for the fact that there were more people under him, he might have turned into a corpse now, and Bowers shuddered at the thought of Yu Zhiqian's elusive body and various strange assassination methods.

"Head, I really hit it, I saw it clearly, he was shot in the chest by me, don't lie to you, I saw it clearly!" One of his subordinates watched Bowers lie down and immediately followed suit.

"Then tell me, why was he able to shoot me, almost shot me in the head, you were shot in the chest, didn't you die?"

"Head, maybe, maybe, he is not alone, maybe there are many more!"

Hearing this, Bowers was stunned for a moment, yes, there may be more than one person on the other side, in case there are others, looked around, immediately felt very dangerous, and quickly crawled behind the cover: "Go, retreat, retreat!" Burn down the factory, burn it all! ”

Powers decisively gave the order to retreat, and at the same time did not forget his mission, burning the entire factory, and a lot of prepared gasoline was placed on the vehicles in the factory gate, and then only needed to be sprinkled in the factory, and the factory was burned down with a fire.