Lang Zhan understands the power of the Internet, and trusts Claudia and Lily's strength on the Internet, so he will make two consecutive calls for help. Eighty-one? Chinese? ≈≥≠.≤8≈1≤Z≤≥.=C≈O≈M≠ What he didn't expect was that these two phone calls would lead to such a result, which was simply asking for trouble. "I betrayed the wolffang? Did I do anything to be sorry for the wolffangs? He thought, puzzled. Lang Zhan's time as a mercenary is still too short, if he stays in the mercenary circle for a longer time, he will know that in some battlefields, mercenaries and the armies of some countries can work side by side and fight together. In fact, because of the conflicting attributes, mercenaries and armies are actually natural opponents and even enemies. What is the Army? State apparatus. The reason why it appears is to serve the ruling class, to maintain the rules and regulations made by the ruling class. What about mercenaries? Mercenaries are free from rules and regulations, and mercenary is its basic attribute. As long as the price is right, then, it will dare to do anything. For example, on the current Coconut Island battlefield, the backbone of the rebel forces is those mercenaries from the West.

Lang Zhan felt that he had somehow become a traitor to the wolf's teeth, which made him very unhappy. His mood was already bad, but someone didn't have long eyes and found him, which just fulfilled him and gave him a chance to vent.

Lang Zhan had lost the trace of the strange-shaped plane at this time, he had a tiger face, and was wandering towards the place where the plane disappeared a little aimlessly, and at about four o'clock in the afternoon, he was walking through the mountains and forests, and suddenly heard a slight "poof" sound.

Even if Lang Zhan was in a bad mood at this time, the strings in his heart were still tight. The sound of "poof" sounded, he seemed to be pulled by a force from the ground, and the whole person suddenly went down - there was a "duh" sound, and Lang Zhan's eyes flashed when he sat on the ground, and he clearly saw that five or six meters above the slope, a leaf was torn apart, and instantly turned into a pile of debris.

This "poof" was just the beginning, and then, the "poof" sound sounded endlessly, dozens of bullets came from the front, where Lang Zhan was standing just now, several trees were damaged, and a row of holes were instantly punched out of the trunk.

When Lang Zhan sat down, he looked at the four roads and saw a few suspicious points in front of him. When the "poof" sound continued to sound, he first fell on his back, then used his hands and feet together, and in two or three seconds, he changed several postures and several places. During this time, his brain kicks in, calculating the approximate number of enemies attacking him and the distance from him. There are at least four enemies, all of whom are excellent snipers, and they have a very high degree of tacit understanding with each other; They were about forty meters away from them, and their ambush position must have been precisely calculated, indicating that they had already shown themselves and concluded that they would pass through here...... These thoughts flashed through Lang Zhan's mind in an instant, and when he rolled and straightened up behind a tree, suddenly, he felt a darkness above his head, and he didn't have time to look up, so he kicked his feet on the trunk of the tree and leaned forward. Lang Zhan pounced for a full three meters, and the steel helmet hit a tree in front of him, knocking the tree into a huge shock, and at the same time, it also made him feel that his neck hurt and his eyes were black. Lang Zhan's pounce seems to have not mastered the strength well, but it is not. He threw himself on the ground, turned his head and looked back to see a net in his place, his eyes shrunk, and in the depths of his eyes, a flame burned.

Lang Zhan will have such a strong reaction because of this net. There is such a thing as a net, and there is only one possibility, that is, the other party wants to capture him alive. Lang Zhan had the experience of being controlled by Emerson and becoming a flesh puppet, so he was extremely sensitive to being captured alive, and he must not accept it. "Look for death!" He scolded, pulled the buckle on the strap on the chest strap of the tactical backpack with both thumbs, untied the tactical backpack, and then drew the sword of Damocles with his right hand, rolled to the right, turned around, and stood up.

After Lang Zhan stood up, he felt that something was wrong, and he shrank sideways, letting go of a bullet. Then, following the direction of the bullet, he met a pair of blood-red eyes. The owner of the blood-red eyes was tightly wrapped in camouflage clothing, and his eyes showed a bloodthirsty light. Lang Zhan's gaze met him, he pulled the trigger again, and the assault rifle with a silencer in his hand trembled slightly, and a "poof" sound sounded.

Lang Zhan miscalculated one thing, the enemies who ambushed him were not just four, but thirteen. As the first masked militant appeared, more masked militants appeared, and they approached Lang Zhan in groups of three, and soon surrounded him from all directions.

"Change the bullet!" Among the thirteen people, the masked militants, who were at the back and holding a rifle that looked extraordinarily thick, suddenly shouted in bird language.

The other twelve masked militants began to change their magazines in front of Lang Zhan.

Lang Zhan watched them pull out the original magazine and take out a much longer magazine from the backpack, feeling something, suddenly turned around and rushed towards the three militants on the left.

Lang Zhan's hunch was correct. One of the militants who was the first to finish the reload immediately opened fire on him, and when the bullet came out, it suddenly exploded and turned into a net.

Net guns, this kind of policeman's standard equipment, suddenly appeared here, if it weren't for Lang Zhan who could feel their strength from the eyes of the enemy, he almost wondered if these bastards had been kicked in the head by a donkey. Net guns are used by the police to catch criminals and stop riots, often with miraculous results. However, it is obviously not suitable for places with complex spatial structures, such as mountains and forests. These guys on the other side, are they selling cute? As soon as this thought flashed through Lang Zhan's mind, he immediately denied himself: No.

Another militant shot was fired, also with net bullets. The net bomb exploded four or five meters away from Lang Zhan, and then hung directly on several branches. "Puff-" A continuous gunshot rang out, and one net exploded one by one, but in a few seconds, what made Lang Zhan's eyes shrink was that behind him, a net wall had been formed. These webs seem to have the stickiness of spider webs, and when they touch something, they stick to each other, and when they stick to each other, they act as a block.

"!" Lang Zhan scolded, handed the sword to his left hand, and pulled out the pistol with his right hand.

Lang Zhan fired several shots at the militants facing him, but to his horror, every time he pulled the trigger, the eyes of the militants in front of him flashed red, and then they either shook their heads sharply or still walked forward. The bullets he shot, either avoided by them, or hit them, actually only made their bodies tremble slightly.

"Double armor? Black gold hemp? These two nouns flashed through Lang Zhan's mind, his eyes flickered, and he aimed at the head of a militant and fired another shot.

Lang Zhan was only twenty meters away from this militant at this time. At a distance of twenty meters, Lang Zhan has the help of the bloody vision, and it is not a problem to dodge and attack the bullets. But these militants—as soon as Lang Zhan thought of this, he saw a red glow flashing in the eyes of the militants he was targeting, and then his head swung to the left, and his heart suddenly became cold.

Lang Zhan was careless. If he had a heavy sniper instead of a pistol, he would have said that the militants he was targeting would not have dared to use their bodies to catch bullets, and would certainly not have been able to dodge.

"Gabriel, useless, do you know how long we've been training for this moment? Two and a half months. Hehe, we didn't have time to travel to the Middle East, and you escaped from the pit. It's good that you haven't been hiding in the country of Renguo—" A sinister voice sounded, coming from the militant who was giving orders.

"Poof!" A net ejected the branch above Lang Zhan's head, and after exploding, it also sealed the top of Lang Zhan's head.

Lang Zhan looked up, put away the pistol by the way, re-held the sword of Damocles in his right hand, and asked, "Are you sure you can trap me?" ”

"Does the 'Blu-ray' know?" The militants who gave the order asked.

Lang Zhan ignored him, he was silently using wolf-shaped qigong. At this time, the only thing he could rely on was the Sword of Damocles and the wolf-shaped qigong.

"So, you don't know who John Chan is?"

Lang Zhan snorted coldly, and suddenly rushed forward, and when he was about to touch a net, he swung his right hand, and the sword of Damocles emitted a cloud of white light, stirring towards the net in front of him.

"Haha—Gabriel, you're dying—" the commanding militant laughed strangely, and then, blinking vigorously and then glaring, he shouted, "How is that possible?" ”

The net bullets fired by the militants are, of course, high-tech products. In fact, after calculating this way of capturing Lang Zhan alive through the calculation of blue light, the Ming team of this kind of net first tested it with the sharpest saber in the world to determine its tenacious attributes, and then took it to elephants and rhinoceros for testing. After they were able to trap a rhinoceros with three nets and bring down an elephant with five nets, they officially put it into production, and regarded it as a weapon to capture Lang Zhan alive. Coincidentally, the sword of Damocles in Lang Zhan's hand was just able to restrain it, and as a result, wherever the sword of Damocles in Lang Zhan's hand went, the network cables of these nets were immediately broken, and the siege of the nets that the militants had painstakingly built was broken immediately.

The sword of Damocles was able to cut through this kind of net, and Lang Zhan's tense heartstrings were immediately relaxed, and he said, "The body armor on your body should also be made of this material, right?" Let me see if they can hold my sword! As he spoke, he hastened forward, and the sword of Damocles danced, and the nets that stood in his way were empty.

"Gabriel, you're looking for your own death!" The militant who gave the order somehow calmed down again, and as he spoke, he took out a bell from his body and gently shook it.