trampled on this special soldier with one foot, and Lang Zhan suddenly made a stumbling movement towards the front. Bayi Middle School? Wen??. Of course, he wasn't about to slip, but a sniper from a tall building behind him shot him. The bullet landed almost in the heel of his left foot. Lang Zhan threw away the pistol in the process, and pulled a slight charge from his back with his right hand. This micro-punch rao is a special profile, but after helping him block too many bullets, it has also been seriously deformed. He pulled the trigger twice, couldn't hear the gunshot, looked down, threw it casually, and then leaned back, sat on the ground when he was hit by a bullet in the chest~ part, and picked up the M16 assault rifle of the special forces who was trampled to death by him.

Ao Guanhai was protected behind by a group of guards from the White Palace, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of panic and remorse. Yes, he now regrets that he had to talk so much nonsense just now.

Heroes are certainly radiant, but they have to pay a price. And the most famous heroes in this world, the reason why they can become famous is often because they lost their precious lives because of a certain purpose at a critical moment.

Lang Zhan is very skillful in adjusting the M16 to point fire, holding the gun in one hand in his right hand, occasionally firing, and every time he pulls the trigger, he will definitely kill one person or seriously injure one person. Ao Guanhai saw his scaly face and his red indifferent eyes through the human wall, and felt the strong anger emanating from his body, and a cold breath arose spontaneously, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He was not the only one who was frightened by Lang Zhan's appearance, a member of the first anti-terrorist special combat team even recognized his identity through his eyes. "Gabriel? He's Gabriel! He shouted, firing heavily at Lang Zhan with a rifle.

The name "Gabriel" successfully attracted Lang Zhan's attention, and although Lang Zhan's thoughts were chaotic, they had their own rules. His eyes blinked instantly, and then his gaze fell on the special forces who had revealed his identity. His head suddenly deviated, as if there were eyes on the back of his head, and he just let go of a heavy sniper~. In the next moment, he was hit by three bullets in the heart, his body fell back, his throat fluttered, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The weapons and equipment of the First Counter-Terrorism Special Combat Team are specially made and much more powerful than conventional weapons. Although the continuous shooting of this special soldier failed to penetrate the body armor on Lang Zhan's body, the huge force caused him internal injuries. His eyes blinked again, and from a distance of more than ten meters, the special soldier felt that the sky was dark in front of him, and then a fierce beast pounced on him with its teeth and claws, and subconsciously sat back with a scream.

Lang Zhan's right hand turned the muzzle of the gun at this time, and then, as a gunshot that was not abrupt mixed with the dense gunfire rang out, the special soldier was shot in the face wearing a hood, screamed, and fell headlong.

The reason why this special forces member of the first anti-terrorist special forces team was able to recognize Lang Zhan with his blood-red eyes was because he had been on the inside pages of the Assassin League. Not only him, but the vast majority of the members of the First Counter-Terrorism Special Combat Team have an internal account in the Assassin League, and even have other identities on it.

For Tate and Reus, the special forces died a worthwhile death. "Gabriel? Is Gabriel? Tate said, turning to look at Reus.

Reus's face was very ugly, and he said to Tate unceremoniously: "Who said that Powell is the most valuable seed?" General, do you know that this is a crime? ”

"Director, now is not the time to hold accountable - president, president!" Tate said, sweat on his forehead.

Reus was silent. This operation was planned by him and Tate together, that is, they are now grasshoppers on a rope, and once something really happens to Oguanhai, none of them can try to escape responsibility.

A sentence choked Reus, and Tate picked up the microphone and shouted in a deep voice: "Gibson, where are Occam?" ”

"General, they will be in the square in five minutes at the latest, but are you sure you want to use the S potion?"

"Yes, I'm sure! If something goes wrong, Director Reus and I will take it all in! ”

From time to time, someone shot at Lang Zhan from all directions, and Lang Zhan seemed to have eyes on the left and right behind him, and he didn't see him look back, he just turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger very casually, and the agents or special forces who were still shooting at him one second, the white palace guards, and the police in New York City would become "victims" the next second. One, several, can also be explained by chance. But after more than ten years, everyone learned to be obedient, except for the guards in front of Ao Guanhai, everyone else obediently chose to wait and see.

At this time, if someone has a bird's-eye view from the air, it will be centered on Lang Zhan, and within more than 100 meters, the square is full of people. Horrifyingly, the vast majority of them were shot in the head and lost their chance to regenerate.

Those who can be selected from hundreds of thousands, if not millions, to protect the president's safety naturally do not lack courage and loyalty. A special soldier who was shot in the right shoulder by Lang Zhan suddenly opened his eyes when Lang Zhan passed by him, and pounced on Lang Zhan with a dagger in his left hand.

"Click, click!" At a distance of about 30 meters, several bold photojournalists pressed the shutter. Well, this kind of lens is definitely worthy of the Pulitzer Prize for photojournalism. For the highest honor of the journalist world, the uncrowned kings are also fighting.

separated from these reporters by more than ten meters, Zhang Tianyu was forced to press behind a flower bed, and inexplicably, Yu Chiyang suddenly let out an exclamation.

Regardless of the rest, the timing of the choice of this special forces and the courage shown by the special forces of this United States are very commendable. However, to the regret of all reporters who were born on the side of justice, his opponent is too strong and too perverted~ so the last effort of this Mi special forces is just to prove the invincibility of the other party again.

The special forces of the United States took the lead, and at the last moment, in the footage recorded by some photojournalists, the dagger in his left hand had almost pierced Lang Zhan's left rib, leaving a distance of less than an inch. However, with Lang Zhan's left foot kicking him in the head, this distance became an insurmountable chasm.

Lang Zhan took control with his left foot, and directly kicked the helmet of the special forces of the United States, and the special forces of the United States were like a pocket of flour, and they were directly kicked out more than ten meters away, and their heads were retracted into their necks.

"Whew!" When Yu Chiyang saw this scene, his heart was inexplicably relieved, and he exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Wei Chiyang's performance was too strange, Zhang Tianyu also grabbed a camera just now, and he didn't feel anything when he heard her exclaim, but now he heard her relieved voice, and when he looked back and saw her expression, he immediately couldn't calm down. "Wei Chi, you-" he began, but the word "you" could not be continued. Well, as a Chinese, although I don't have a good impression of Lao Mi, but when the president is assassinated, it seems that he shouldn't sympathize with the killer, right? It's just that the language is really hard to organize.

Wei Chiyang didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior. Although it was just a glimpse, the afterglow made her mood calm for a long time. Her exclamation, her relieved sigh of relief, these were natural reactions. Turning her head to look at Zhang Tianyu, she didn't realize that there was anything wrong with her behavior, she looked ahead again, and it happened that a New York City policeman not far in front of her fired at Lang Zhan with a sniper rifle, and Lang Zhan naturally turned around and glanced over after being shot in the right shoulder.

Compared with before, Lang Zhan's eyes at this time were clearer.

No one knew that in Lang Zhan's mind there was another picture that was very different from the present - it should be a wilderness somewhere, with a lonely mountain and a lonely moon in the background, and Lang Zhan and a sturdy wolf were walking together in the wilderness. Step by step, they walked slowly forward, the darkness of the night behind them became darker, and the night ahead seemed to be far from ending......

At the moment when Wei Chiyang and Zhang Tianyu were talking, Lang Zhan eliminated seven more enemies.

Time was pushed forward a moment - Lang Zhan was less than three meters away from Ao Guanhai at this time. For the personal guards of Okuguanhai who were able to survive, today's encounter would definitely be a nightmare for them in the future. Imagine that at a distance of more than ten meters or even five or six meters, shooting the opponent's body is equivalent to wasting a bullet, and shooting the opponent's head will not hit at all. And as long as the opponent counterattacks, there is a 90% chance of being a headshot. That's all, their identity and occupation are decided, and they have long had the consciousness of death. However, Lang Zhan's inhuman image is too visually impactful for them. Following Ao Guanhai's side, they are also well-informed, but when have they ever seen such a monster? The sky is slur, his body is covered in scale armor, his eyes are red with a beast-like light, bullets can't hit, and his strength is surprisingly great, isn't this a weird guy that only appears in movies or TV? Gabriel? What the hell is Gabriel? Is he an angel? No, he's a demon at all.

Many of these guards were both brave and intellectual, and now Lang Zhan would only shoot at him, and some of them simply abandoned their guns and waited for an opportunity to fight him in close combat. It's just that the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. When Lang Zhan approached Ao Guanhai unhurriedly, let him walk in front of him, and seven people rushed towards Lang Zhan at the same time, wanting to knock him out by gathering fire. Among these seven people, there are many good hand-to-hand fighters, such as one of them, named Lee Tai, who was the owner of a famous martial arts gym before becoming a guard at the White Palace, and was good at Wing Chun; Another example is a man named Bromfield, who was a well-known private martial arts instructor in the United States before joining the White Palace, and once participated in a fighting tournament held in China and won the runner-up.

Seven men, three of them armed with daggers, attacked Lang Zhan from all sides, and Bromfield was fierce, raising his fist as big as a vinegar pot, and slammed into Lang Zhan's helmet with a roar. Bromfield is smart, and Lang Zhan will deliberately protect his head when he is shot before, which makes him realize that Lang Zhan's weakness is his head, so he "hits his short".