The P90 is a self-defense weapon developed and produced by the Belgian company FN.

The 5.7mm caliber ammunition has good penetration against the target, the 50-round capacity magazine ensures continuous firepower, and its compact structure is convenient to carry.

The P90 submachine gun did not have a high response among the special forces, but it was favored by special law enforcement services, as well as personal bodyguards.

Dada......

In Ye Xiao's hand, the P90 submachine gun spat out a tongue of fire, and the 5.7mm caliber bullet poured out at the militants who were covering their eyes and staggering, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from the militants.

In just a few seconds, Ye Xiao emptied the bullets in the magazine of the P90 submachine gun in his hand, and half of the two dozen masked militants fell.

Throwing away the P90 submachine gun that had emptied the magazine, Ye Xiao pushed forward the eagle head decoration on the ring with the index finger of both hands, and two patterned steel hidden blades popped out from under the wrists of both hands.

Scold!

Scold!

The silver rays of the two patterned steel Hidden Blades flickered, and the cold murderous aura emanating from the Hidden Blades seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

Ye Xiao stepped the ground with his right foot, and his leg muscles instantly burst out with amazing power, Ye Xiao was like a cheetah on the grassland attacking his prey, rushing towards those militants who had recovered from the shock bomb detonation effect.

Laugh at!

The Hidden Blade under Ye Xiao's right wrist slashed a cold light and stabbed into the neck of the militant wearing the penguin mask on his right hand.

The sharp Hidden Blade effortlessly stabbed through the left side of the Penguin-Mask Militant's neck, piercing his neck completely.

Ye Xiao's right hand was pulled horizontally, and the blade of the Hidden Blade cut a three-inch-long opening in the neck of the penguin mask militant, and the trachea, vocal cords, and arteries were cut together.

Before the arterial blood rushed out of the blood vessels and spewed out, Ye Xiao was already moving his feet, dodging the blood arrows at the same time, rushing towards the militant wearing a clown mask and shaking his head in front of him.

The left Hidden Blade slashed, and the cold blade cut a hole in the opponent's neck, cutting the carotid arteries on the left and right sides of the militants wearing clown masks, and blood arrows spurted out.

The sound of "rustling" is like the sound of autumn wind blowing through a wheat field and wheat waves.

It's just that this "rustling" sound like a wave of wheat means that death is coming.

Ye Xiao's steps changed flexibly, moving between those militants.

AN ARROW LUNGED AT AN ARMED MAN HOLDING A VECTOR SUBMACHINE GUN, AND HIS TWO-HANDED HIDDEN BLADE STABBED QUICKLY INTO THE OPPONENT'S ABDOMEN, AND IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, SEVERAL SWORDS WERE STABBED.

Ye Xiao's right hand reached forward, and the Hidden Blade under his right wrist passed between the opponent's left ribs and pierced the opponent's heart.

The militants covered in blood showed a hideous look in their eyes, and took off the M57 grenade hanging from their waists, wanting to die with Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao's pupils shrank, the thumb of his right hand pulled back the eagle head ornament on the control ring, and by retracting the Hidden Blade, he pulled the Hidden Blade out of the opponent's ribs, and then quickly withdrew from the front of the militants.

Rumble!

Behind Ye Xiao, the militant was blown away by a grenade in his hand.

The detonation effect of the flashing bomb on these militants on the highway has begun to weaken, especially those militants who are far away from the flashing grenade, and the impact is already small.

A militant wearing the Two-Face mask in Batman, holding an M16 automatic rifle, tried to lock on to Ye Xiao with a crosshair, but Ye Xiao's movement speed had exceeded his eye's ability to catch moving objects.

What's more, Ye Xiao can also capture the blind spot of people's vision!

As soon as the crosshair of the M16 automatic rifle locked onto Ye Xiao's body, the figure flashed and disappeared from the crosshair.

The militants wearing the two-faced mask panicked to find Ye Xiao's figure, and when they found Ye Xiao again, Ye Xiao had already bullied him closely.

Ye Xiao bent his knees, his body slid against the ground, and his left hidden blade cut at the hamstrings of the militants wearing the two-faced mask beside him.

Blood blooms.

The Hidden Blade directly severed the hamstrings of the two-faced mask militant, causing him to fall to his left leg and half-kneeling on the ground.

Ye Xiao quickly walked around behind the militant in the Two-Faced Man Mask, pressed out his right hand to the back of his head, and stabbed out the Hidden Blade under his right wrist, stabbing into his skull at a standard oblique angle of forty-five degrees, directly destroying his brain.

Kill one more!

Killed with a sword, Ye Xiao didn't hesitate too much, and rushed towards the other militants again.

Among the armed men with weapons in hand, figures in dark sweatshirts are moving quickly and staggered; Silver-white swords surrounded the figure.

With each stroke of the sword, a touch of blood blooms.

The night breeze blows.

The nameless white petals were blown by the wind from the trees to the road, and fell to the ground in small pieces.

Soaked in blood, the snow-white petals were dyed blood-colored.

This night is destined to be a blood-soaked night.

……

Although He Ziming's side is not as pleasing to the eye as Ye Xiao's assassination, it is also a teaching of accurate point shooting and suppression.

Ye Xiao moved the container truck that was originally on the back of the Bentley Bentayga's butt to the lane next to it, restricting the space for the militants on the other truck, and creating a position advantage for He Ziming to carry out point fire suppression.

Click! Click! Click!

After firing the last bullet in the magazine, He Ziming quickly pressed the magazine buckle, and after exiting the empty magazine, he was about to find the spare magazine from his jeans when an armed man threw a grenade at the container where He Ziming was lying on his stomach.

"I'm grass!"

He Ziming didn't even return the spare magazine, and directly rolled over from the container with the HK416 automatic rifle.

"Boom ——!"

The grenade that landed on the container exploded with a bang, and a fireball rose up. A hole was blown out of the roof of the container by a grenade.

"Day!"

He Ziming looked up at the top of the container with black smoke, loaded it into the spare magazine, and said, "You have grenades, and I also have grenades." ”

He Ziming bent down and collected the grenades from the corpses of the militants who were dealt with by Ye Xiao. Unpacked the grenade safety and threw it out.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The grenades that fell one after another blew up the militants who got out of another truck, killing them and wounding them.

"How's your situation going over there?"

After eliminating the militants on his side, Ye Xiao held an AUGA1 automatic rifle and came to He Ziming's side.

"Almost, a few remnants left." He Ziming said to Ye Xiao: "Who are these people? So many people blocking the two of us? ”

"The men of the Italian mafia." Ye Xiao replied: "I checked their bodies, they have tattoos of the Italian mafia. ”

(End of chapter)