According to the development of the film and television plot, the most expensive PMC company in Europe, Dane Military Resources, because of the "Shoot job" task, deliberately disguised as mercenaries Lao D and his party, is now estimated to be near Zumar.

Only tomorrow, after the total fall of the capital, they will take the opportunity to enter the city to arrest government executives, force Dr. Chen's whereabouts, and send people to arrest them.

By the time WWE professional wrestler Big Bear, professional sniper Athena, and firearms expert Ghost arrived at St. Fran's Chinese Hospital in the quarantine area with a group of red turbans, it was already noon the day after tomorrow.

Between now and Dr. Chen's arrest, there are more than 30 hours in between, and the drive between the two places is less than seven hours.

As long as Xingfeng leaves before the second half of the night tomorrow night and arrives at the quarantine area first, he can ensure that Dr. Chen will not be in any danger.

Tomorrow the Red Turbans will begin their attack on Zumar, and the whole city will be plunged into chaos, and order and law will disappear.

With a whole day time difference, you can let go of your hands, wander around Zumar without any scruples, and take advantage of the situation to make a profit.

The "Hameel Hotel" is located in the center of the city, with an arch dome, the overall style is European, surrounded by a two-meter-high wall, covering an area of about three or four thousand square meters.

Although the hotel is not very tall and has only eight floors on the rooftop, it is already the tallest building in this African city.

The high location, good view, and large enough buildings to facilitate retreat are the first factors in the sniper position of the city.

There are security guards with guns outside the hotel, and the heavily armed shape of the torture wind must not be able to enter from the main entrance, and if you want to reach the rooftop of the building, you can only use the old way - sneak in.

The pickup truck is estimated to be scrapped tomorrow, but Xingfeng didn't pay much attention to it and parked it directly on the side of the road 50 meters away from the hotel.

I took some food and water, and a bundle of climbing ropes of more than 20 meters, climbed through the fence at the back of the hotel, easily avoided the people in the hotel, and reached the seventh floor from the fire staircase.

This is the highest floor of the hotel, and there are no guest rooms on it, only the hotel's central air-conditioning system, and electrical equipment.

On the rooftop upwards is the sniper position of the torture wind, and in order to prevent accidents, it is necessary to set traps.

"Bang, bang!"

A rifle butt smashed open the locked fire cabinet, took out the red long-handled axe inside, and stuck it on the fire door on the seventh floor, blocking the passage.

Then he returned to the corner of the bottom of the six-and-a-half-story building, placed an infrared-triggered shock bomb, and arranged a hair-pulling steel ball spark at the entrance of the seventh-story staircase.

When entering the rooftop, Xingfeng bolted the iron door with a fire crowbar, and once again arranged a smashing grenade.

The first stun bomb will not be fatal, it is purely for the purpose of deterring, and the hotel personnel who broke up due to accidents.

If you still insist on going up, it can only be the Red Turban Army, after all, the hotel is so big, and the news of the bomb upstairs will spread throughout the hotel in a short time.

When all three trap grenades explode, it's time for Torture Wind to retreat.

The way to retreat is naturally the specially prepared climbing rope, with a special rappelling lock, from the roof down to the ground, it takes less than 10 seconds.

After completing all the work, it was not too early, and Xingfeng temporarily unloaded his combat equipment and leaned against the corner of the wall to recharge his energy for tomorrow's battle.

There are traps set at the staircase, so you don't have to worry about someone sneaking up.

One night passed, and a new day was ushered in, and this day was also the day when Zumar became "hell".

Soon, the time came to noon!

And throughout the morning, except for the occasional gunshot, which is about the same as on weekdays, the people in the city should still eat and play.

"At this time, Leng Feng should take his godson Tundu and be dashing on the beach, if the Red Turban Army does not attack, this small day ...... Actually, it's quite okay. ”

The gun parts were neatly arranged on the tarpaulin, and while wiping the oil with the gun cloth, Xingfeng looked up from time to time to look at the beach in the distance.

It's hot outside, but the people here don't care about it, that's what Africa is all about.

To paraphrase the sentence of "Secretary Dakang": These black buddies, whether it is war, plague or poverty, you just give them a fire, and they can be hilarious immediately.

This is the consequence of frequent wars, and we cannot say that it is right or wrong, but only that it is ...... That's how they live.

As the clock ticked by, it soon came to 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Boom~"

The RPG roared and exploded.

"Dada...... Click......"

The sound of rapid gunfire resounded throughout Zumar.

Exactly like in the plot, without warning, a large group of red turbans driving various vehicles silently crossed the checkpoint guards and appeared in Zumar City.

This is the beginning of the brutal war!

"It's finally here!"

Looking at the smoke gradually rising a few kilometers away, Xing Feng did not have a trace of nervousness, but had an excited smile in his eyes.

The brutal war has begun, and countless riches are beckoning to him.

Later, and even in the future, war will be reduced to his cornucopia.

This is the life of PMC, and it is also the life of the criminal wind that is destined to go to the end.

And this moment is just a small beginning, just the beginning of his life of "war wealth"!

"Hey, it's time for the game to begin."

Xing Feng grinned, and his eyes turned to the oilcloth on the ground.

Whew......

The phantom-like hands moved quickly, and the parts on the tarpaulin disappeared at an alarming speed.

Less than 30 seconds!

"Click~Click~"

The two pulls were loaded, and the Type 56 submachine gun, which was originally a part, and the Sabr sniper dual-purpose rifle were combined.

At this time, the people who were playing on the beach also ushered in their danger.

"Da Da Da ......"

Behind a pickup truck, a dozen Red Turbans armed with automatic weapons, with cruel smiles, strafed along the beach.

The barrel flames were gushing, like the bullets of death reaping, and the unsuspecting crowd fell to the ground in pieces like wheat harvesting.

Blood and flesh splashed, screaming and howling, miserable!

Among them, one of them was very agile, with a little fat man in yellow short sleeves, and he ran quickly towards the city while dodging the ballistics.

At this time, the government troops in the city had already begun to exchange fire with the Red Turban Army.

However, the government army, which was inferior in numbers, obviously could not defeat the Red Turban Army, so it could only fight and retreat at the same time.

In less than 30 minutes, the line of fire, which was 2 kilometers away, was pushed forward by the Red Turban Army by more than 1,000 meters.

This position, less than 800 meters away from Xingfeng, was completely within his attack range.

"Bang~"

Sabr, who was in sniper form, jumped slightly from the muzzle of the gun, and a Red Turban soldier, who was more than 700 meters away, was shot in the chest and fell to the ground and died.