Chapter 5: The Ghost of the Night

"After losing this one, there are three more!" Yu Zhiqian muttered to himself a little nervously, took out a grenade, pulled out the safe, and threw it directly towards the position of the gate.

After the grenade was thrown out, Yu Zhiqian quickly adjusted his posture, stretched his legs forward, his hands circled, his body leaned forward slightly, and the muzzle of the gun was slightly lowered, this group of black people blocked most of their bodies, but their calves and feet were still exposed, and the black militants probably thought that Yu Zhiqian could not do anything about them, and probably did not know that there was a kind of equipment called a night vision device, which could clearly see their every move.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After a series of shots, after each bullet was fired, a black man was shot in the leg, and then fell to the ground with a wail, and finally all the black people carrying the huge "iron shield" were spared, all of them were shot and fell to the ground, and the large iron plate they carried became the last straw that overwhelmed the black people.

"Head, the fire on the opposite side is a bit fierce, we can't attack it!" The attack was blocked again, the blacks did not dare to rush into the gate, several people died when they entered, it seemed that there was a man-eating devil in the gate, and every time a gun rang out, a companion would fall, it was terrible!

"Drive in, you drive in, the hole is so big, what are you afraid of driving in!" Bowers was so angry that he stomped his foot and wanted to drive his car into it, but reason told him that he couldn't take the lead in rushing in, otherwise he would die miserably.

At this time, an explosion sounded, and the grenade thrown by Yu Zhiqian exploded, and the black man who was originally pressed under the iron plate and was dying swallowed the last bite, and the black man outside the door, after Bowers's order, also remembered that he seemed to have a car, and someone immediately jumped into the car.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, drive in!" Bowers shouted as he told his men not to get out of the way, to make way wide enough for those who charged.

"Buzz ......"

The old-fashioned pickup truck was very noisy, and as soon as it started, Yu Zhiqian heard it clearly in the yard, silently headed, it seemed that the black man was not very stupid, he knew that he couldn't fill it with human life, and began to change his thinking, and knew how to use tools.

Squinting his eyes, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the position of the gate, a dazzling light shot out of the hole, Yu Zhiqian's eyes had become a line, looking at the black man who was driving towards the gate, and pulled the trigger, this time it was not a point shot, but a strafing shot.

Almost in more than ten seconds, all the bullets were out, and after a shuttle of bullets was gone, Yu Zhiqian quickly rolled to the left, rolling more than ten times in a row, and then got up from the ground, the driver of the car must have been killed by himself, but the speed of the vehicle did not slow down, and rushed towards the sandbag bunker.

There were still black men hiding behind the pickup truck, and as soon as the vehicle burst through the gate, he stood up, armed with an old-fashioned submachine gun, and fired indiscriminately at the factory, attacking any position he thought might have an enemy.

The first car entered the factory, and although the driver died, the second car and the third car followed, and the black man finally rushed into the factory and successfully broke through the first layer of defense.

After entering the factory, although the black man was very excited, he did not get carried away, and after shouting a few words, he all shrank around the vehicle, not daring to show his head, for fear that the elusive gunman would kill him with one shot.

Yu Zhiqian lay on the ground, carefully moved his position twice, dismantled the empty magazine and threw it away, casually took out a new magazine from a flower bed behind him, and after loading, he did not choose to shoot with AK, but took out the M1911 pistol he was carrying, and carefully installed the silencer.

In the dark night, Yu Zhiqian was wearing black clothes, moving on the ground little by little, looking for a suitable position, staring at the militants who entered the factory, this group of blacks could not find Kalie for the time being, they were all hiding in the basement of the factory, in order to prevent Yu Zhiqian from betraying them, they didn't even tell Yu Zhiqian, the entrance was very hidden, Yu Zhiqian also inadvertently discovered, now in the factory, there are only invaders and Yu Zhiqian, and the stage is very big.

"Search! Find them all and kill them! Bowers finally took a brave step, and when half of the people were safely inside the factory, he followed, and the first thing he did when he entered the factory was to send someone to search the factory.

For this group of blacks, the favorite thing to do is to search the factory, and as for the enemies in the factory, maybe they have been scared away. After hearing the order, no one pushed or shoved, and scattered in groups.

After watching the blacks scatter and go in different directions one by one, Yu Zhiqian slowly stood up, took a few steps back, and disappeared into the darkness, holding a dagger in his left hand and a silenced pistol in his right hand, following behind the three blacks, ready to find an opportunity to attack.

Yu Zhiqian's waist was hunched, his back was tense, like a cat about to enter a fighting state, if he shot at this time, the instant speed of swooping out would be much faster than when he walked upright.

The three black men stood in a row, looking like they had undergone some simple training, holding guns, pushing forward little by little, and when they walked to the utility room on the edge of the factory, they would open the door by one person, and two people would be on guard, like a regular army.

Yu Zhiqian followed behind them, the distance was about seven or eight meters, under the cover of the night, the black man did not find Yu Zhiqian, but with the help of night vision devices, he could see the whereabouts of the black man clearly.

The two black men stood in the doorway and talked quietly, and the black people in the room also responded from time to time, using a kind of local black, except for the locals, outsiders could not understand what they were saying.

Yu Zhiqian, who was following them, stopped when he was about three or four meters close to the utility room, and if he walked further, he would be discovered by the black man, looking at the two black men in front of the door, Yu Zhiqian slowly aimed the crosshair of the pistol at the head of the black man on the left, gently pulled the trigger, and after a slight gunshot, the black man fell to the ground.

Yu Zhiqian took a sharp stride, rushed forward, and before the black man on the right side of the door could react, he had already stuck to his body, and the dagger was directly inserted into the back of the black man's heart from the back, and with a strong twist, he pulled out the dagger and brought out a piece of blood.

The black man in the utility room heard the movement, and whispered about the situation of the black people outside, but did not get any response, and couldn't help but be a little nervous, and after the Adam's apple moved up and down, he held the gun and walked cautiously to the door: "Hart, can you hear me?" ”

"Don't be mischievous, or I'll look good when I go out!" The black man spoke loudly to give himself courage, and slowly walked out of the door, but when he stepped out of the door with one foot, Yu Zhiqian had already made a move, grabbed the handguard under the barrel of the black man with his left hand, raised it hard, and pulled the trigger three times in a row on the position of the black man's chest with the pistol in his right hand.

Before dying, the black militants pulled the trigger, all the bullets hit the air, and after a series of rapid gunfire stopped, Yu Zhiqian let go of his left hand, without any stop, and once again dived into the darkness, looking for the next prey.