Under the remote control of Lang Zhan, the two drones quickly found Cui Xuanjin. However, just when Lang Zhan adjusted the height of the attack drone and prepared for it to launch a suicide attack on Cui Xuanjin, there was it on the roof platform

The sound of "empty" sounded, and Lang Zhan followed the prestige, and saw the barrels of two bazookas.

"Hit a drone with an RPG? Are they firing individual soldiers*? Lang Zhan thought about it, and immediately changed the command, preparing to pull up the two drones first.

"Smack!" There was a strange sound in the air, Lang Zhan turned his head to look, and saw the * volleys shot out by the two RPGs burst into the air, turning into two covers for the two drones, he raised his eyebrows, immediately put away the tablet, and then sacrificed the *, and while running towards the gate, he fired a shot at the shield in front of him.

Neither drone escaped the bomb's pursuit, but that wasn't the reason Lang Zhan raised his eyebrows. The appearance of the bomb was indeed beyond his expectations, but the loss of two drones was not a big deal for him, and his real fear was that he would be the target of the bomb.

A martyr in the nature of a dead soldier is troublesome enough, if he is bounced again, it will be a tiger in Pingyang and bullied by dogs, and what will happen is not good.

"Boom!" The shotgun hit the shield with a loud noise, and the shield cracked, but it didn't fall apart or shatter.

This made Lang Zhan a little surprised again, and without waiting for him to think about it, Cui Xuanjin shouted upstairs: "Don't let him in!" Before Cui Xuanjin's words fell, several martyrs rushed out with shields in front of Lang Zhan's muzzle.

Behind them, some of the martyrs and the ordinary protectors of the Dharma rushed out one by one, raising their axes, swords and other weapons, shouting something in their mouths.

Lang Zhan took two more steps forward, and as he walked, he fired three shots. When the second shot was fired, he smashed the shield in front of him, and when the third shot passed, the chest of the martyr without the shield in his hand immediately turned into a sieve, he opened his mouth and spit out some internal organs, and his eyes began to roll white, but he still followed his companions on the left and right to fight towards Lang.

"Humph!" Lang Zhan snorted coldly and fired two more shots, finally turning him into a corpse after smashing the martyr's head to pieces.

When Lang Zhan fired, the martyrs next to him and behind him had already patched up their shields, and when Lang Zhan saw this, he put * on his shoulders and began to pull his hands out*.

"We've got him entangled!" Someone shouted. The * used by Lang Zhan is not a big road product, but a new product with electronic ignition.

The advantage of this is that the user is able to adjust the delay time according to the usage habits, so as to ensure that it bursts at the most appropriate time.

Lang Zhan held one in each hand*, picked open the safety cover with his thumb, and immediately threw it out after pressing the ignition switch.

Lang Zhan's hand is extremely fast, the first two* are still flying, and the last two* are also out. So, when the first two* exploded, a series of explosions followed.

In less than two seconds, Lang Zhan threw eight*. In the midst of the serial explosions, he enjoyed the death-defying screams of his enemies, and his eyes narrowed as he saw the Protectors behind him begin to retreat, and then the martyrs huddled behind shields in the corners, and knew that he had made a mistake.

In the aisle behind the gate, there were no less than fifty Dharma Protectors gathered, but now, after his shotgun and * bombardment, a full half of them fell.

These people, along with the martyrs, blocked the aisles. At this time, if he wanted to break through from the front, the difficulty would increase by more than a little bit.

"Do you still have to fight hard in the end?" Thinking so, Lang Zhan quickly retreated, grabbing the * again, reloading the shotgun as he retreated.

Lang Zhancai stuffed two shotguns into the gun, felt the strangeness behind him, turned his head to look around, and saw two martyrs in the corner of his eyes.

The two martyrs jumped down from the upper floor, they jumped down with their shields, and when they landed, they immediately put their shields in front of them and rushed towards Lang Zhan.

Upstairs, there are martyrs jumping down; At the same time, the two bazookas on the roof of the building also poked out of the platform and searched for him.

Lang Zhan retreated to the wall, and shot a martyr who jumped out of the ledge.

The martyr was also wearing a bulletproof shield, and when the shotgun hit the shield, he was pushed hard and slammed into the wall.

Lang Zhan didn't give him a chance to react at all, his left hand quickly pulled the protective support, and his right index finger pulled the trigger again......

"Hit him!" Someone shouted from the rooftop. Someone leaned out of the window and shot Lang Zhan with a pistol.

* Amid the sound of exploding gunfire and the crisp sound of pistols, Lang Zhan didn't care about the pistols at all, and shot while seemingly clumsily advancing along the corner of the wall.

And after he shot the shotgun in his gun, several martyrs who were under his care were killed and wounded twice, and the three wounded fell to the ground, although they struggled with all their might, but they had lost the ability to get up.

Since Lang Zhan has realized that he can only fight hard, these martyrs have become the biggest obstacle to his completion of the task, and he naturally needs to take special care of them.

Lang Zhan threw it away*, took out another assault rifle from the suitcase behind his back, and Cui Xuanjin, who was hiding behind a martyr, saw a friend and reminded him: Please pay attention to the rest of your eyes when reading for a long time.

Recommended reading: , shouting: "He is only one person, he only has a gun left now, the father is watching you, drowning him with your loyalty and blood!" At this time, there were as many as five martyrs who had landed safely, and except for the first two who followed Lang Zhan and chased after him, the other three gathered and formed a wall with the shields in their hands, pushing Lang Zhan from the front.

"Cui Xuanjin, I heard that you are Smecta, a master of the eleventh dan black belt in Taekwondo, if you still spare your subordinates, if you don't want the sect's strength to be damaged, I will give you a chance to fight a fair duel Smecta-" Lang Zhan shouted, shouting as he began to clean up those pistol gunners.

I don't know if Cui Xuanjin's shouting had a motivating effect, or if they were used to this atmosphere, the Dharma Protectors who had been scared enough before were quite heroic at this time, and they still fired at Lang Zhan despite the continuous casualties - the gunshots rang out like beans, accompanied by screams from time to time, on the second and third floors and on the roof platform, someone fell down from time to time, and soon a layer was laid on the ground between Lang Zhan and the five martyrs.

"For the sake of the Holy Sect, kill him!" Suddenly, someone shouted loudly from the second floor. It should be one of them

The "Holy Sect" played a special role, and when the five martyrs heard it, they rushed towards Lang Zhan with a shout as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Of the five martyrs, the two behind Lang Zhan were only about five meters away from him, and the three in front were even closer to him, only less than three meters.

Lang Zhan ran out of another magazine at this time, he directly threw away the assault rifle, touched down with his left hand, stretched out his right hand to grab it on the back of his right shoulder, added a dagger in his left hand, and pulled out the sword of Damocles with his right hand, and the suitcase on his back fell to the ground.

"Horn-" There was also a pistol shooting at Chao Lang Zhan above his head, and under the blood-colored vision, the bullet from the pistol came out of the chamber, and a dotted line extended out to sting a certain part of him.

In the past, Lang Zhan would definitely spread his body like a ghost to dodge, but now, after shaking his head, he screamed, his knees were slightly bent, and the person had already risen into the air.

The first three and the last two, the five martyrs rushed over at this time, they were not slow to react, seeing that they were about to be dodged by Lang Zhan, but the five of them would collide together, shouting in unison, raising their shields, and people jumped up.

After Lang Zhan jumped up, his body was in the volley ascending stage, and it was difficult for him to change his posture at this time, and his legs would definitely be hit by the shield.

Otherwise, I saw that a red light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and then his body twisted, and when he was shot in the shoulder, he first put his left foot on the shield of a missionary behind him, and then his right foot on the shield of a missionary in front of him, and with the help of these two feet, his body, which was originally slowing down and then being pulled down by the earth's gravity, jumped up violently - if there was a high-speed camera that could record this scene on the spot, and then play it back, those who were lucky enough to witness it would find out, When a red light burst out in Lang Zhan's eyes, the originally smooth and powerful movements of the five martyrs suddenly came to a standstill.

This stagnation was actually a very brief pause, which even the human eye could not distinguish, but it gave Lang Zhan the opportunity to stomp.

Therefore, it was supposed to be five shields that caught Lang Zhan's legs, but it turned out that two of them became Lang Zhan's stepping stones, giving Lang Zhan a ride.

Lang Zhan, who jumped up, suddenly jumped up, and on the roof platform, a Dharma Protector leader saw it, waved his right hand violently, and shouted: "Launch!" The crosshairs of the two bazookas had already caught Lang Zhan, and the two Dharma Protectors pulled the trigger at the same time,

The sound of "empty" sounded, and two flames sprayed towards Lang Zhan.

The "Black Charm Church" is three stories high, no more than fourteen meters high, and Lang Zhan jumped up at least three meters at this time, that is, the two bazookas were only eleven meters away from him at this time.

The distance of eleven meters is less than one-fifth of the rated range of 80 meters that the bullet automatically excites, so if nothing else, the bullet will hit Lang Zhan directly, and then explode firmly from the beginning to the bottom of Lang Zhan.

The place where Lang Zhan jumped up was facing the window of the room on the second floor where Cui Xuanjin was hiding, Cui Xuanjin was standing among the three martyrs, holding a Western sword in his right hand, and a sword cloth in his left hand was carefully wiping it.

"Shaobin, how long has it been since we've fought side by side?" He asked Zheng Shaobin on the side.

"Do you think he has a chance?" Zheng Shaobin asked.

"There are still a lot of strange people among the people, haven't you heard? There is a guy named Zhou Xiaodong in Renguo who is live streaming martial arts on the Internet, and he just defeated a so-called Tai Chi leader, and when he was interviewed by reporters, he was taught a lesson by a young man. Zheng Shaobin was about to answer, when he suddenly met a pair of blood-red eyes, and he screamed: "He's up!" Then he pulled the martyr in front of him and waved out of the island nation with his right hand*.

The owner of the blood-red eyes was none other than Lang Zhan, and at the last moment, his body squirmed like a locust, and he moved about five centimeters to the wall.

It was a critical five centimeter, because it allowed him to let go of a bullet. Next, after he jumped up a distance further, he met Zheng Shaobin's eyes.