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Slum southeast direction.

Blackstone drove the car and flew wildly, and the already dilapidated pickup truck was even louder than he drove, and he was really worried that any part or components would be shocked and fly out!

The roads in the slums are narrow and crooked, and most of the time they can't drive fast, and they can drive to more than 50 yards, and the speed is even fast, and there are only a handful of places that can soar to about 100.

Ga!

Blackstone a stop!

The tires of the car rubbed against the ground violently, and puffs of unpleasant green smoke rose from it.

It's finally time to reach your destination.

Blackstone let out a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

He was obviously more familiar with this area, and it was in this way that he could find the best way to rush over, blocking the path of the Trident.

Judging from the analysis of various traces so far, the Trident should not have arrived yet.

Bang!

He pulled open the door and jumped out of the car, looking here and there.

"You guys, drive the car over here and jam here!" He gave the order loudly.

"You guys, go over there!"

"You group, go there and set up an ambush!"

One instruction after another was given by him.

Soon, the whole team was on standby, waiting for the two cars of the Trident to rush over.

But after waiting for dozens of seconds, the other side was still quiet.

"It's supposed to be there, right?" Heishi frowned, a faint worry on his face.

He took a shortcut, and the path he took was relatively easy, but the Trident was almost the same at this time, even if it was slow!

After thinking about it, he picked up the microphone on the car: "Bayonet bayonet, I'm Heishi, what's going on with you over there?" ”

Zi –

There was only the sound of electricity on the radio.

Kuroishi's heart tightened, and a feeling of unease emerged from the bottom of his heart.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have to worry about bayonets, that guy is a more powerful sniper, and he has taken on many assassination missions, none of which have failed, so he got the nickname of a bayonet, and it stands to reason that nothing should have happened.

But somehow, the uneasiness in Heishi's heart is getting stronger and stronger!

"Bayonet bayonet, I'm Blackstone, hear please answer, repeat, hear please answer!" He shouted again over the microphone, but it was still only the sound of electricity.

“F-U-C-K！”

He cursed, and finally felt that something was wrong.

In fact, theoretically speaking, this mission to send a bayonet to intercept the trident itself is an adventure, the bayonet is a sniper, the sniper is good at killing the opponent silently at a long distance, shoot and run, regardless of whether the mission is successful or not, you must run when you shoot it, or you have to hide, once it is discovered, it is a sniper possessed by God also has to die, and the opponent has a few rockets coming over, or a mortar, or a gun hanging grenade, can kill the sniper.

But the bayonet repeatedly assured him that nothing would happen, and besides, Blackstone also thought that as long as the bayonet strictly followed the sniper's safety guidelines, it should be fine, but now......

Blackstone is in a hurry!

After thinking about it, he picked up the microphone and adjusted another frequency: "Bison, I'm Heishi, please report your situation!" ”

Soon, a voice sounded over the intercom: "Report sir, our situation is very bad now, the Trident is fighting back with all its might, and we are about to lose it!" Our commander also did not know where to go, I did not know whether we were dead or alive, we were scattered and completely messed up! ”

That guy is a pawn arranged by Blackstone, and the other party will not report to him unless he takes the initiative to contact him.

So Blackstone still trusts each other very much.

He listened to the other party's report, petrified, and stayed for three seconds, after which he hurriedly pressed the launch button: "What about the bayonet...... It's that sniper, what's going on with him? ”

"Sir, the sniper's situation is not good, his position was hit by a rocket from the Trident before, and the situation after that..... I can't see it here, I don't know either, but I don't hear a sniper rifle again, over! ”

As soon as Blackstone's hand was released, the microphone fell, swaying in mid-air.

A rocket!

A rocket!

For a moment, Kuroishi closed his eyes in agony.

The bayonet is definitely dead!

Otherwise, I should have contacted him a long time ago!

Gritting his teeth, he readjusted the frequency of the radio: "Ram, how is the situation over there, did you see the Trident's car coming?" ”

"Report to Blackstone, I didn't see the Trident vehicle here, I didn't see anything!"

"What?" Blackstone was taken aback, and his face finally changed drastically.

What he couldn't have imagined was that at this time, the cars of the seventh group had turned around and rushed back towards the original street as fast as possible.

Of course, because it is in the slums, the speed of the car is really limited, at most fifty or sixty times an hour.

But they didn't have long before they rushed back.

At this time, Su Qin and the others were advancing with difficulty, and those militants were also very fierce, relying on the shelter of the streets, not giving up an inch of land, and desperately holding on.

But the return of the second group and others gave the militants a blow to the head, and everyone attacked back and forth, and after a while, the defense line of those militants was broken down like chopping melons and vegetables, most of them were killed, and a few lucky ones were not injured.

Su Qin and the others finally succeeded in reuniting.

"Everyone, get in the car, break through from the northwest, quick!" He ordered by radio.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The soldiers of the 1st Combat Group immediately jumped into the car.

Boom –

Li Jiaxin immediately drove the car like a mad bull.

The convoy moved forward rapidly.

The road to the northwest is a little wider, and the speed can be slightly increased.

In the car.

Everyone relaxed and pressed the bullets.

This mission, because of the car, Su Qin brought several base ammunition, and the quantity was very sufficient.

Before, everyone's magazines were basically running out of bullets, so everyone had to press a little more bullets at this opportunity.

Click, click, click!

Su Qin pressed one bullet after another into the magazine!

The others are the same, some of them are leaning against the car with their eyes closed, but the movements in their hands do not stop, click, click, click, and the speed of pressing the bullet is still incredibly fast, as if they have a third eye on their body!

"Everybody, hurry up and get all the strength out of your feeding!" Su Qin shouted in the channel.

"Guitar, what kind of strength is the strength of eating-milk, why don't we know?" Zhang Xiaorong joked with a smile.

At this time, everyone is very tired, so it is best to make a joke or make fun of each other and relax!

What kind of strength is the strength to eat-milk?

Su Qin was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't cry or laugh, Zhang Xiaorong's question was really unanswerable!

At this time, the radio sounded, and only four groups of soldiers were heard: "Violin, or ..... Let the guitar show you? ”

"Okay, then you ask the guitar, is he willing?" Zhang Xiaorong not only did not blush at all, but also responded boldly.

Swish!

The people in the car looked at Su Qin together.

Su Qin lowered his head, just pressed the bullet, and after waiting for a while, he raised his head and glared at everyone fiercely: "What do you see?" Don't hurry up and press the bullets! ”

Hahaha –

A group of people burst out laughing!

It turns out that their boss also has times when he is at a loss!