The scalpels that Situ Kong wrapped in gauze, plus the length of the handles, each one was almost five or six inches long. This length is similar to the length of Wang Xiaohu's flying knives, so Situ Kong can completely throw them according to Wang Xiaohu's flying knives.

During the five months in the jungle training camp, Situ Kong never pulled down to practice Wang Xiaohu's "flying knife stunt". Although the current Situ Kong is not at the level of Wang Xiaohu, the flying knife thrown out also has the charm of Wang Xiaohu's seven or eight points!

Six scalpels, illuminated by the white light above the hallway, reflected a chilling light. The sharp blade tore through the air between Situ Kong and the militants, and pressed towards the six militants with shotguns and AK-47 automatic rifles in their hands!

Seeing the scalpels that shot at him in mid-air, the six militants in the corridor who were locked by Situ Kong instinctively sensed the danger.

Those militants instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but Situ Kong used the family breathing method and Wang Xiaohu's special technique to throw the flying knives, so the flight speed of those scalpels in the air was far faster than they imagined.

Water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, the scalpel is a tool used to save lives in the hands of a surgeon, but in Situ Kong's hands, it is a life-saving talisman!

Unlike Wang Xiaohu's flying knives with blood grooves, although the scalpel is extremely sharp, it has a light texture, and if it attacks the opponent's body, it is difficult to achieve significant results, so the attack parts chosen by Situ Kong are basically based on the opponent's throat and carotid artery.

"Whew!" "Whew! "Whew! "Whew! ”……

A series of sharp weapons cut through the human muscle tissue, and under the white light, red blood lines spread in the air. In the blink of an eye, six militants, who had been mortally wounded, fell to the ground clutching their necks.

It seems inconceivable and unimaginable to use a cold weapon like a throwing knife against a powerful AK-47 automatic rifle. But Situ Kong used his practical actions to prove to everyone that cold weapons are not necessarily weaker than hot weapons!

Situ Kong, whose body had just landed, did not pause, his right foot was slammed on the ground, and the whole person was like a cannonball out of the chamber, rushing towards several other militants in the corridor. And in the process of Situ Kong's sprint, his hands flipped over, and six more scalpels from Manson appeared in his left and right hands!

The scalpel thrown out from between the fingers of Situ Kong's hands was like a precision-guided weapon, accurately shooting at the throat of the six militants, and there was no way to avoid it!

Situ Kong, who was holding a scalpel in his hand, would inevitably fall to the ground with every flying knife that shot out.

When Situ Kong threw all the scalpels on his body, there were already fifteen militants on the ground who had either cut their carotid arteries or had been shot through their throats. Such a flying knife achievement, even if Wang Xiaohu sees it, I am afraid he can't help but applaud Situ Kong!

The remaining five militants in the corridor, seeing Situ Kong, who was like a killing god, had already been frightened, turned around and ran in the direction of the stairs.

But how could Situ Kong let them escape as they wished? Stooping down and grabbing an AK automatic rifle on the ground, he swept a barrage of bullets into the backs of the five militants, knocking them to the ground in an instant.

Situ Kong, who was carrying an AK-47 automatic rifle in his hand, and the muzzle of the rifle was still smoking, and before he could catch his breath, his attention was attracted by the dense footsteps coming from downstairs.

"I'm X!" Seeing the armed personnel rushing towards his floor, Situ Kong couldn't help but burst out with a foul language.

After bending down to pick up a few AK-47 automatic rifles from the ground, Situ Kong ran quickly in the direction of the operating room. Because there were too many militants pouring up from downstairs, there were twenty or thirty people, which was definitely not something that Situ Kong could deal with alone.

However, Situ Kong had just run a few steps when gunshots came from downstairs.

"Bang!" "Da Da! ”

It's the sound of shotguns and automatic rifles bursting together. Along with these two gunshots, the wails of militants were heard from time to time.

Out of curiosity, Situ Kong handed over the weapon in his hand to Zhou Bai and the others who came to answer, then turned around and walked to the staircase and looked downstairs.

On the stairs, Luo Hao, who had an M1014 semi-automatic shotgun in his left hand and an AK-47 automatic rifle in his right hand, was alone and killed all the way up from downstairs.

Those militants need to be afraid of their companions and dare not shoot at will, but Luo Hao has no scruples in this regard. Because all around him except him are his enemies, he can hunt and kill as he wants!

After firing the last bullet in the shotgun in his hand, Luo Hao, who was standing at the top of the stairs, swept the bullets from the AK-47 automatic rifle at the militants on the stairs, and regardless of how many people were killed, he threw off the automatic rifle with empty bullets in his hand, turned around and ran towards the floor where the operating room was located.

"Sister Hong, how's the situation?" After Luo Hao took a loaded Remington M870 shotgun from Zhou Bai's hand, he asked Zhou Bai.

Zhou Bai shook his head helplessly and replied, "There is no news yet!" ”

"When will our reinforcements arrive?" Luo Hao used the shotgun in his hand to shoot at the militants downstairs, and then asked Carlos.

"It's going to take another twenty minutes!" Carlos replied truthfully.

"!" Luo Hao cursed and ordered to a few people behind him: "Retreat, use the operating room to establish a line of defense, and you must hold on until Sister Hong's operation is over, or hold on until Boss Chang brings people to reinforcements!" ”

As soon as the seven people retreated to the door of the operating room, the door of the operating room was opened from the inside of the operating room, and the doctors with red blood stains on their gloves and a few nurses hurriedly wanted to go out. Obviously, the sound of fierce gunfights outside had already attracted their attention.

"Doctor, how are the patients inside?" Luo Hao, whose body was covered with the blood of those militants, looked at the doctor who came out of the operating room and asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything ......"

"Give me back!" Before the doctor could finish his words, he was forced back by Luo Hao with the shotgun in his hand.

"Everybody's back to the operating room!" Luo Hao, who forced the doctor back into the operating room, yelled at several people in the corridor.

As the five men of Tactical Group B and Carlos retreated into the operating room, the door of the operating room, which was made of alloy and might not collapse even if it was bombarded head-on by rockets, was reopened. The bullets that chased Luo Hao from behind hit the alloy door, making a crackling sound like fried beans.