The explosives, a whole pack, at least ten kilograms, were placed on the hospital bed, and the black guy was squatting on the floor, holding two threads in his hands, and was connecting the detonating device, which if it exploded, half of the sanatorium would have to fly into the sky.

The sudden intrusion of the two of us without warning scared the guy into a tremble, and the thread in his hand fell to the ground in a panic, and the striker and I were also scared enough, such a big explosive bag in front of us, no one could do it without changing his face.

"Damn! you! The striker reacted very quickly, and after being slightly stunned, he went up with a kick, and directly kicked the man out and hit the wall hard, and his whole body convulsed a few times before there was no movement, I quickly walked over and stepped on the detonating device, fortunately it was not connected, otherwise not only the dancer would die, but none of the Xia and others left in the room would survive.

The striker strode up to the guy and turned his body over to see that his sternum was shattered, his entire ribcage was sunken, the broken bones pierced his heart and lungs, and his mouth was covered with blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"God, why are you doing so hard? If you catch him, you might get some information. I took one look at the guy and couldn't help but pout.

"Mistake, who knew he couldn't help but fight." The striker spread his hands and made an innocent expression, as if he had kicked people to death because the enemy couldn't help but beat them.

I gave him a helpless look, turned my head and picked up the explosives bag and walked into the bathroom, this thing is too dangerous, it is not safe to put it anywhere, and you can only rest assured if it is destroyed.

Pick open the explosive bag with a saber, pour the contents down the toilet, and then flush them all down the drain with a bang.

Watching the explosives being washed away, I held on to the door frame and took a deep breath, it was so dangerous, if we hadn't come today, or if we hadn't come out a minute late, or if we hadn't noticed this black guy dressed as a repairman, at this moment, the sanatorium would have been in ruins, and none of the hundreds of people in it would have survived.

"Huh!" The striker leaned against the bathroom door, looked at me, and suddenly chuckled. I turned my head to look at him and laughed along, as if I had survived the catastrophe.

Coming out of the room, without disturbing the goddess and others next door, we quietly entered the elevator and came out of the gate of the nursing home, the door was a wide street, and a black car was parked on the side of the road.

Next to the parking lot, the guy just parked on the side of the road, it was already suspicious, just upstairs, I saw someone in the car taking pictures of the dancer's ward window, but it was not professional enough, not even the flash was turned off, otherwise I would not be easily discovered.

I glanced at the striker and walked straight to our car, the people in the black car didn't notice that we were still staring at the dancer's hospital room after the disguise, Abadi is really powerful in Somalia, and such a confidential thing as the dancer's recuperation here can be found, maybe there are people in the sanatorium.

Open the trunk, there are two bulging backpacks inside, we people don't have a weapon around, we don't feel safe, we can't touch the gun always feel that there is something short, and we are uncomfortable, so no matter where we go, we must carry a weapon just in case.

Open the rucksack and take out a small magnetic storm bomb from inside, not very powerful, but enough to send the black car into the sky.

The striker casually put the bomb in his pocket and walked slowly towards the black sedan pretending to be a passerby, while I walked to the sedan one step ahead and knocked on the window with a smile on my face.

"How can I help you?" The window rolled down, and a black boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old asked with a smile, how do you look like a pirate with a gun to kill people and set fires, but unfortunately I don't judge people by their appearance, the experience of the battlefield tells me that the more prosaic the more dangerous he is.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the police station?" I put my hands on the window, looked at the two black men sitting in the back seat, and asked with a smile.

"There is no police station on this street, maybe you can go to the next street and ask." The black boy put one hand behind his waist and grabbed the car door with the other, trying to relax himself and not show his flaws, but I could already smell the faint smell of gun oil.

"It turns out that there is no police station here, so it's good, tell your boss for me, thank him for his care, and I will repay him well." The smile on my face remained the same, but the words I said made the faces of the four people in the car change instantly.

"Who are you?" The young man asked a sentence in a panic, completely revealing their identities.

"I'm a cop, haha......!" I laughed twice, turned and walked in a quadrangular stride towards the striker, who was standing on the side of the road not far away, and I had just caught their attention, who had planted a magnetic storm bomb on their gas tank.

Seeing me approaching, the striker threw me a remote control on which the red buttons that signaled danger stood out.

Maybe something wasn't right, but the boy I was talking to suddenly pushed the car door and poked his head out and looked over to my location.

I chuckled and waved the remote control in my hand, we weren't far apart, and I didn't know if he could see it clearly, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that my thumb was already down.

In the loud bang, a ball of fire rose into the air, and the black sedan exploded more than five meters high on the ground, and the black teenager in the probe was thrown out of the car, directly torn to pieces by the shock wave, and scattered with the car parts.

There was a commotion in the crowd around me, and the screams came and went, so I casually put the remote control in my pocket, stretched and said, "Are we too arrogant?" ”

"Yes, it's okay!" The striker shrugged, smiled, and turned to the car.

I glanced at the sedan that exploded into a fireball, sneered, turned to chase after the forward, and just returned to the side of the SUV, just as I was about to open the car door, a sudden feeling of extreme danger invaded my body, and my hair stood on end at that moment.

"Danger!" I screamed, dodged and fell down, and before I could hit the ground a bullet grazed my ass and slammed into the door.

I didn't dare to stop when I landed, so I rolled and crawled behind the tires on the side of the car.

"How's it going, it's okay!" The striker threw me a 4 carbine and gloated as he loaded the magazine.

"It's so dangerous, Chrysanthemum almost didn't survive." I took my rifle, pulled the bolt with a bang, and slowly looked up at the opposite side, the rioting crowd was running all over the street, a dozen gunmen were mixed in the crowd and were attacking our side, the gunshots kept rang out, the bullets crackled on the car, the windshield and windows were shattered, and several civilians were killed in the battle.

I didn't expect there to be so many enemies around, these damn bastards took advantage of the cover of the crowd to shoot at us, they didn't care about the lives of civilians, the striker and I hid behind the wheels and couldn't fight back for a while, if we did, we would be bleeding in less than a minute.

We don't care about Somalis we don't know, but we don't want to slaughter unarmed civilians like demons, unless they threaten our lives or deliberately cause trouble.