Iron Winged Eagle Raising Chapter 30 Someone helps

Season 3: Zorro's Hometown Chapter 30: Someone Helps

Submachine guns have become a weapon for self-defense and murder and arson in associations, gangs or gangs around the world. Naturally, due to the order of the German emperor, the light weapons of all countries in the world now often have to count the various weapons and ammunition produced by the "Chinese Krupp (Mauser)".

In particular, the "Viper" submachine gun, which was modified from the "M1 Eagle short assault rifle", was loved by many gangsters. The reliability of the firearms was guaranteed by the guarantee of excellent workmanship, and the problem of the accuracy of the weapons produced by the Mauser factory was almost negligible. The detachable butt and handguard make this submachine gun "charge" at any time, short, powerful, and densely firepowered, and it is often a necessary weapon for gangsters to kill people and set fires.

It's a pity that Mussolini's bodyguard can't use such a sharp weapon. UNDER THEIR RIBS THEY WORE NOTHING MORE THAN A 9MM BERETTA SEMI-AUTOMATIC, WHICH WAS JUST AS POWERFUL. The difference in firepower between them and the "Viper submachine gun" is naturally not a thing that can be compared.

A dense rain of bullets shot Mussolini's car from the sudden oncoming car. At this time, Mussolini's car was not a bulletproof sedan in the "Oriental Royal Series" that had swept the whole of Europe. Under the blow of the bullet, the metal part of the car made a chilling "dangdang" sound. The window, which is not yet "safety glass", shattered into thousands of shiny fragments in the moment of the bullet's impact.

The bullets burrowed into the flesh of the human flesh and emitted a dull piercing sound, which, when mixed with blood and screams, made Mussolini's car almost a living hell.

"Hurry, hurry, let's get out of here......"

Frightened, Mussolini held his head and screamed desperately. However, the dead bodyguard driver, his head tilted on the steering wheel of the car, and a black stream of blood with a heavy smell was running down his forehead, making his already pale face even more terrifying.

"Let's go, let's get out of here!"

The faithful bodyguard used his body to block the bullets fired at Mussolini's body, and his, desperately firing back at the flashing car. The sound of gunfire and the sound of submachine guns like a storm sounded so incongruous to everyone's ears.

Mussolini, who had already begun to gain weight, desperately squeezed the air in his lungs, and he let out a frenzied cry that he didn't know what it was. In the midst of the rapid beating of his heart, there was only one thought in his heart - "Hurry, hurry......!" ”

Mussolini, who was arched into the ground from the car, couldn't breathe, and was in a hurry to hide his body behind the car. At this point, seeing where he could already safely hide, he exhaled the last breath in his chest.

In Mussolini's frightened eyes, his bodyguard hung his head at this moment, completely dejected. \\\ He stretched out his trembling arm and tried to push his hand. Only then did he be surprised to find that his bodyguard had lost his life.

Just when he was scared, something even more terrifying happened. The car that had just fired a barrage of bullets at them didn't seem to be afraid of anyone's pursuit, and they actually braked the car, as if they were looking back to see if he was alive or dead.

Mussolini's nervously huddled heart beat a few times, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like if these daring men returned. In the depths of his consciousness, it was as if he had seen that death was coming towards him from the evil, gloomy hell. Even, he had seen the terrifying and abominable black cloak, with the life-harvesting scythe on his shoulder.

"What to do...... What to do......! ”

His trembling lips uttered out of tune, as the leader of a political party, although in this environment, he still understood that his life should not be sacrificed in vain. So he stretched out his trembling arms as if they were swaying in the wind, and tried to catch the dead bodyguard's hand.

In his eyes, this may be the only way he can be saved.

He's really not a good soldier, though. He didn't understand the importance of observing the environment on the battlefield. At this time, not far from him. In those buildings where the lights were immediately turned off because of the gunshots, it was a bad thing to save the "pond fish disaster". In some dark, uninhabited room. A bipod of the "Poison Bee D" was erected on an unprecedented desk, with the muzzle pointed at Mussolini.

Like other standard equipment of the Federal Defense Force, such high-precision sniper rifles are not among the weapons exported by the Federal Republic of China in large quantities.

"Watch out for the frightened bald man...... They said to leave him alive! ”

It is worth mentioning that now the snipers of the Chinese Federation are even more depressed. Because their observers are "talkative", like a cold virus, many new variants have gradually emerged. For example, the guy in front of me who was observing the street with a telescope obviously had a little bit of a "big gasp" problem.

But the "sniper" is helpless, who let him and his partner in front of him have long become friends of life and death!

"Wind speed...... Distance...... Can shoot at any time...... Hey, I said, it's better to kill them all, anyway, I don't like the gang! ”

Fortunately, when he started to operate professionally, the problem of "panting" was not serious. As for the characteristics of the "above" who did not like the gangsters, all his subordinates understood from the means he used to completely eliminate the forces of the "Green Gang".

"As long as it's a gangster, it's damned, and if you kill it, you should clean up!"

"Phew"

The sound of the "Poison Bee D" shooting, slightly muffled by the muffler, was completely due to the house, and did not alarm anyone even at night in Rome. Including the muzzle flame when firing, it is also completely unknown because of the cover of the curtain.

At this time, the situation on the street was at its most critical for Mussolini, who was in danger. The car in which the attacker was travelling rushed towards him like crazy. At night, Mussolini, who was about to shoot, could see clearly that the black figure in the window of the car had leveled the submachine gun. Apparently, when they were just reversing, they had reloaded their magazines.

"Bah...... Woo ......"

Beretta in his hand was jumping up and down, but Mussolini was really not very good at shooting. Moreover, at this moment, he had just brushed shoulders with death, and his wrist shook involuntarily due to excessive stimulation of his adrenal glands.

In this case, the bullet was no longer known to be fired by him. The purpose of his shooting, about the deterrent effect is more than the killing effect.

Looking at the cars that were getting closer and closer, looking at the gunmen who were always ready to shoot, Mussolini was completely desperate.

However, at this moment, the unthinkable happened.

The sedan that rushed back frantically turned sharply on the road as if it had been enchanted. Due to the high speed, the whole car overturned, and then under the inertia, the car station rolled several times in the ground. Fragments of steel and glass flew in the air, and the loud noise drowned out the sirens of the approaching police cars.

After turning over a few cars, the car finally wobbled to a stop, and the body of the gunman who used to "hang" on the window was somewhat similar to the sausage in the kitchen. The survivors struggled slowly, trying to get out of that hell on earth.

But at this time, Mussolini discovered a strange vision. It looks like a firefly bought from hell, but it seems to be nothing more than a shining phantom. With the arrival of "it", the overturned car suddenly burst into flames.

The fierce flames emitted an incandescent glow that lit up the night of the city of Rome.

The sound of the siren, one high and one low, was getting closer and closer, and Mussolini, who was already safe, seemed to be suddenly awakened.

"I shouldn't be here, at least not in the Roman media because of this!"

He slowly stood up and looked around cautiously. Then take a deep breath and calm your excitement. Then he stuffed it into his arms, pulled the hem with his hand, and tried his best to pretend to be a passerby and leave here.

As the leader of a new political party, such evil feelings should not be too much entangled with him. At the same time, he had already realized that he was not alone in offending the "glorious society" that was rampant in the city of Rome.

While "strolling" the streets, he subconsciously looked at the shadows of the black buildings in the firelight, like some giants, and guessed in his heart which side of the gunman was hiding in those dark corners and saving his life.

At that moment, an inconspicuous car came to him as if it had emerged from the ground.

He watched the car warily, and his body was ready to run away at any moment. In the attack just now, he had missed bullets one by one, and there was no way to deal with it anyway.

The car braked sharply to a halt, and then gave a command in standard Italian in the darkness of the car.

"Silence, get in the car!"

This time, Mussolini learned to behave. His bad temper didn't flare up, but he got into the car without a hitch. Then, the car, which was common in the city of Rome, quickly disappeared into the flickering streets under the light of the fire. Chapter 30: Someone Helps