In a simple flat-roofed hut in an oil field.

A man in a baseball cap and dark brown short sleeves was full of flesh, with a terrifying scar hanging from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, and a fish snake grass in his mouth, and a murderous backshot in his triangular eyes.

“shit！ Damn Spanish bastards, I know they won't pay the ransom, they think we're too gentle. He angrily roared two foul words in the Arabic dialect, stood up, walked to the corner of the bound hostages, grabbed the hair of a middle-aged woman casually, gritted his teeth and said, "Ms. Glei, your boss makes me unhappy!" ”

The middle-aged woman struggled, pleading with horror in her eyes.

But the scarred man turned a blind eye, and dragged each other's hair on the ground, and the rest of the hostages only cared about trembling, who would dare to jump out?

Pulling the middle-aged woman to the door, the flip-flops stepped on the other party's delicately dressed face, took out a Glock 18, and fired three shots at Glei's chest, hitting the heart, irretrievable!

The head of this oil field was shot on the spot!

Hearing the gunfire outside the door, Scar Man raised his head and pointed at the few remaining militants in the house, "You all go out and kill them." ”

"Lucas—" Someone hesitated and looked at each other.

"I say! Go out and kill them! Lucas raised his pistol and opened his mouth wide, "Don't force me to kill you." ”

“TMD！ Lunatic! Turkish Miscellaneous Hair! ”

The rest of the militants cursed frantically in their hearts, but they had no choice but to rush out.

When they all rushed out, Lucas was standing among the hostages, and only here... He felt safe.

…

Gao Jun, who was already close to the center, saw the three militants rushing out of the hut, his eyes lit up, and he shouted to Marion behind him: "Water ghosts, Bazooka, bomb them." ”

Marion used to play the role of an assault in the Cyprus Sea Killing Brigade, he was less than 1.7 meters tall, allowing him to pass through any small area when fighting in the water, of course, he was full of muscles and stamina, not enough physical strength let alone other skills and tactics.

Hearing Gao Jun's order, the water ghost took off the Bazooka he was carrying behind him and carried it on his shoulder, while Abel on the side played the role of a deputy shooter and loader.

The name Bazooka originated in a very unsettling way, the Germans originally called it the "shoulder cannon", and the American GIs jokingly called it the "Playboy George Cannon", the latter is obviously unrecognizable, so some people call it "bazooka", a name derived from a thick wind instrument used by an American radio comedy star named Bob Pence at the time, which is very similar to the shape of a bazooka tube.

Later, its powerful lethality on the battlefield made it famous!

"The Tail Flame Zone is safe!" Abel said in a deep voice.

The water ghost passed through the sight and fired a shot at the target.

"Huh~" dragged a tail wing, and in the frightened eyes of the militants, it exploded in the crowd.

The flying monoliths and shockwaves flipped one of them into the air and fell down heavily...

"Beautiful!" Gao Jun gave a thumbs up and said to the headset, "Beast, head towards the center." ”

He had just jumped up the steps and was about to open the curtain, when he was startled, fell behind him, and rolled down the steps in embarrassment with the help of the inertia of his backpack, his eyes were full of palpitations, and he was almost overshadowed by his grandson inside.

"Come on! If you dare to come in, I'll kill the hostages!" Scarface in the room said wildly.

Gao Jun gestured to Peter to outflank and go around to the back, the latter nodded slightly, threw the rifle behind him, grabbed the pistol, stepped lightly and walked around the back of the hut, and saw a window from behind, and secretly stretched out half of his head, this position was very good, and at a glance, he saw a middle-aged man with a strong figure Chen standing in the middle, kneeling or sitting next to several hostages.

"All I need is a million dollars! Let the Spaniard promise me to send me out of YLK again, and I will release the hostages. ”

Gao Jun listened to the conditions inside, and raised his eyebrows, Spaniards? Could it be Soros? He didn't reply, which made the scarface inside a little flustered and even more tyrannical, kicking the hostages next to him, blushing, "I want money!" I'm getting out of this place! ”

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Peter licked his dry tongue and stood up cautiously, the hut was only a meter high from the window, and he tried to keep himself from making a sound, but it always backfired.

The small wooden bamboo of this window was only half the thickness of the little finger, and after this accidental touch, the toughness made it flick, and the sound made the scar man who was already extremely nervous turn his head suddenly.

Not good!

The atmosphere rose abruptly, and Peter clearly saw that the other party's eyes became violent!

"Bastard..."The Scar Man raised his hand and was about to shoot, when he suddenly saw a slightly small female hostage next to him holding her head and slamming it hard on his waist, which made her stand unsteadily, and the bullet hit the wall next to him.

If the other party is given another chance, Peter will kill himself directly!

He pounced on him like a cheetah, hugged the scar man's abdomen, threw him to the ground hard, grabbed the other party's arm, twisted it, and heard a "click", and his little arm was directly twisted into 90 degrees!

And that's not even fun, Peter raised his fist and struck him in the temple, leaving the scarred man with a blank eye and fainting.

Gao Jun and others, who heard the movement outside the door, rushed in, swept around, tilted the muzzle of the gun, bent down and picked up Glock 18, wiped it with his fingers, threw it to Peter, and looked at the hostage, "You are the managers of the oil field?" ”

The hostages who were released were still in shock, as if they hadn't heard Gao Jun's words.

"It's... Yes sir. Just when Gao Jun was impatient, a crisp female voice said.

Gao Jun walked over, only to see a woman with East Asian skin color staring timidly, "Asian? Chinese? Korean? Islanders? ”

"Islander, sir, my name is Nanako Matsushita, and I am a translator at the oil field."

"Where's your leader?"

"Ms. Glay... Shot. Nanako Matsushita pouted, tears in her eyes.

Gao Jun's head hurt, and he pointed to the scarred man who fell to the ground and asked, "Who are they, do you know?" ”

"They are security personnel brought in by the group, and I heard that they are members of the local armed Allah is immortal."

It turned out to be an insider, no wonder it was so smooth to tie people up.

"Looks like I'm going to have to talk to Mr. Soros about today." Gao Jun said in a deep voice, but he was already thinking about how to use this matter to fight for enough benefits for himself!

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