The narrow corridor was a mess in an instant, and six defensive grenades that were detonated blew Santos everywhere. A few of the grenade-blown creatures writhed their bloody bodies on the ground, howling like pigs and echoing through the empty patio, like hell.

As soon as Santos died, the drug dealers and gang minions were suddenly leaderless, and I don't know who shouted in the team, "Let's get out!" ”

Then the crowd receded like a tidal wave, and no one was worth the fight to kill someone who had no grudge against him. Now that Santos is dead, these drug dealers and minions immediately huddled together and retreated to the basement to establish a defensive line.

Everyone seemed to see the situation clearly, this vicious fight was obviously a grudge between this team of foreign mercenaries and the Chinese in that room, and they were just a group of out-and-out outsiders, simply dividing the floor and standing in a safe place to watch the play.

“FUCK！” Cassin counted the personnel and found that the explosion had cost him three of his men, all of whom he had carefully selected as experts, all of whom could be used as ten.

"Surround him!" Cassin got up on the ground, ignoring the ashes of his head and brain, and ordered his men to corclose the room where Long Yun was hiding.

He made a tactical sign language at his two men and pointed to Long Yun's room.

The two men slowly approached the room with the M4A1 in their hands, then ripped off a grenade and threw it inside.

Boom –

A huge wave of air rushed out of the room, rolling out a large cloud of miscellaneous debris and dust.

Before the smoke cleared, the two men began to burst in with guns, one left and one right.

Da Da Da –

Gunshots rang out in the room, and Cassin saw one of his men staggering out of the room.

Da Da Da –

Another point shot.

The bullet hit the guy in the chest accurately.

At extremely close range, the VZ58 is a powerful 7. THE 62MM WARHEAD KNOCKED THE INTERCEPTOR'S BODY ARMOR INTO FINE CRUMBS, AND THE ALUMINUM OXIDE ON THE BULLETPROOF PLATE SHATTERED, EMITTING SMALL CLOUDS OF WHITE MIST-LIKE POWDER.

The concrete fence in the corridor had already been blown open by a grenade, and the mercenaries who had been knocked back by the force of the bullets stepped into the air, and the man fell into the patio like a sack full of sand.

Downstairs and upstairs to watch the lively gangs/gangs and drug/dealers is like watching a gunfight movie, watching with great interest this gang of people fighting for their lives, adrenaline hormone secretion, and secretly glad that it was fortunate that it was not mixed in just now, and the yellow man in the room is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp.

In fact, who would dare to confront Santos single-handedly in Sin City? This is really the first time that the Arabian Nights has happened.

"Help Me ......"

After one of the mercenaries fell into the patio, another mercenary crawled out of the door and burst in at the same time. This guy's face was covered in blood, and bloody saliva kept gushing out of the corners of his mouth, Cassin didn't need to check to know that this guy must have been swept by an assault rifle in an important part, probably penetrated the bulletproof plate and into his lungs, and his internal organs were probably broken.

As he watched his men lie on their stomachs on the ground, dying, Cassin felt a chill rise from under his feet.

He wasn't unaware of the reputation of the Ghost Group, and if it had been done before, Cassin wouldn't have been willing to fight against these battlefield maniacs who could block a hundred. However, this time Armand offered a very high price - five million dollars, which is an extremely tempting bounty, not to mention the recent news that the ghost team was defeated in Sierra Leone and almost wiped out, so Cassin gritted his teeth and took the deal.

"Ahh......h Help me...... I don't want to die......" The mercenary who crawled out of the corridor screamed miserably as he stretched out his bloody hand to call for help from his teammates who were standing not far from him.

No one dared to act rashly, let alone go up and pull this poor fellow. The two of them had thrown a grenade into it, but they hadn't been able to kill the ghost inside, and it was clear that there was a place in the room for him to avoid the explosion.

On the battlefield, snipers like to guard corpses to help, deliberately inflict heavy damage on some soldiers, but do not kill him, and then wait for people to come to the rescue, and kill them one by one.

The ghost in the room obviously didn't fail to kill his teammates on the ground, but deliberately kept him alive, and no one dared to guarantee that he would rush to save someone and be the next unlucky guy lying on the ground.

This is also a terrible torture for these outlaw mercenaries, and everyone seems to see their next fate in this bloodied teammate.

Phew-

Cassin drew his pistol and shot the seriously wounded man on the ground in the head, killing him instantly. He is a member of the special forces, and he knows very well that this is a kind of battlefield psychological warfare, Long Yun deliberately let this guy howl on the ground, the purpose is to affect the emotions of other people, so that these people's psychological defense line collapses, and they panic in the next battle.

Although they knew that Cassin's shot was actually a relief for the poor fellow, the faces of all the mercenaries brought by Kashin turned gray when they saw the beaten head.

"Ghosts! You can't hide in it for the rest of your life! If it's a man, come out, don't hide inside like a turtle with a shrunken head! This room can't stop our attack! Kasin yelled into the room as he turned his head and gestured to a few of his men beside him, whispering, "Go up and rappel ......."

The mercenaries behind him immediately understood, nodded, got up and walked in the direction of the stairs, turning to the upper floor.

"If you're interested, you can come in and try it." Long Yun's voice came from the room, full of energy, obviously unharmed.

Casin was a little disappointed, he led Long Yun to speak, obviously he also wanted to know if the two subordinates had injured Long Yun just now, if so, he only needed to defend for a while, and wait for Long Yun to slowly lose blood, and then attack There would be more chances of success.

Now that I look at it, this guy hasn't even hurt a single hair.

"If you put down your gun, I might as well consider coming in and meeting you." Casin deliberately stalled for time, checking his P90 while talking to Long Yun without hurrying.

"You guys give it to me! Throw bombs all over it! Blow this guy up! I'll give you two million for the dead! Armand seemed to be a little out of control, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a white handkerchief while urging Cassin, "I paid you a high price to kill this guy, not to let you come and have a good relationship with him!" ”

Cassin glanced at Armand very unhappily, this guy doesn't understand any tactics, he can only jump and scream, if it weren't for the sake of the gold owner, Cassin would definitely kick him in the ass and smash a few of his front teeth.

"Armand, I really didn't know I was so valuable." Long Yun suddenly remembered something, "We only met once in Liberia, I never thought that I would have such a deep 'friendship' with you, and it was worth you spending millions to kill me." ”

"It's worth it!" Hearing Long Yun say this, Armand's face flushed, his breathing began to be rapid, and he seemed to be very emotionally fluctuating, "It's definitely worth it!" I remember you, ghost! The way I am today is completely thanks to you, after being in Liberia, I have been dreaming of one day being able to catch you and let you taste my pain every day for the past two years! ”

He chattered and chattered like a sister-in-law of Xianglin, but Long Yun was confused, he and Armand had encountered each other on the battlefield. At that time, the ghost team was tasked with a lurking raid, and after the battle began, Long Yun followed Lao Yu into the rebels' base camp, with the intention of capturing the rebel leader Cruz alive.

Since the main force of the rebels had already opened a defensive line a few kilometers away to fight hundreds of mercenaries and government troops from Magnum, and only a small number of guards were left in the base camp, the battle ended in just twenty minutes.

In the end, Cruz was captured alive, and Armand escaped to the helicopter under the escort of several mercenaries, and Long Yun remembered that the only thing that could make this guy remember was that he was knocked to the ground by a long-range point shot by himself when he was still more than ten meters away from the helicopter, and finally he was put on the helicopter.

Could it be that because he took a few bullets from himself, he still holds a grudge? That time was just a short shot, a total of three bullets were fired, and now these three bullets are worth five million to buy a chance for revenge, and one bullet is really ten thousand taels.