Some of the Pakistani armed policemen seen during the day were hiding behind their vehicles, and surprisingly, their fire was suppressed by the enemy.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yan pursed his lips and muttered: "The numb, you were actually pressed and beaten by the enemy, this is your home field." ”

Complaining is complaining, he can't directly participate in the war, and now he is still wearing the military uniform of the People's Liberation Army, and if he suddenly joins the battlefield, he may be besieged by people from both sides.

That's no different from sending people to death.

He hid behind a cement flower pond and watched the battlefield not far away, bullets "whizzing" from not far away, and even a string of brilliant sparks could be seen in the dark night.

At this time, he suddenly remembered a domestic movie, "Let the bullets fly a little longer!" ”

Although the police force was temporarily suppressed, the gunfire had already alarmed the large army, and the police were constantly coming from the streets in the distance.

The enemy hiding in the dark was not a fool, and when he saw that the situation was not right, he was ready to retreat, and he ran to the direction where Zhang Yan was.

This situation made his scalp blow up, and he now only has two dinner knives in his hand, fighting against an unknown number of militants, purely to death.

Although the guy named Leng Feng in the Southeast Theater can do the tank alone, he can't!

By the light of the fires in the streets, he could even see the pitch-black reflective barrel.

10,000 MMPs rushed by, and he lay on the ground and quietly crawled towards a dark corner.

It's a fool to stand and run over!

A group of guys in robes with their heads covered by turbans hurried past him with AKs, 56s, M16s and other weapons, and they looked like ragtags.

A standard terrorist organization, with simple military training and a spirit of dedication to the revolution.

In Zhang Yan's words, this is a bunch of fools!

A group of birdmen, whose heads had been kicked by a donkey, went to the hotel where the chiefs were staying.

Zhang Yan has an urge to kill!

Did Lao Tzu recruit you or provoke you? When I first came to Pakistan, there was such a large-scale performance to receive them, so don't be too fucking polite!

Complaining is complaining, Zhang Yan still has to quietly fall behind this group of terrorists, and he must not let them enter the hotel.

In fact, it is normal for terrorists to choose a hotel, which is a five-star hotel in the city, which entertains foreign friends all year round, and it is the best hostage for these birdmen.

When passing by a corner, Zhang Yan quietly covered the mouth of a terrorist at the back, and then the table knife in his right hand slashed hard at the position of the major artery on the side of his neck, and hot blood spurted out.

Slowly lowering the birdman to the ground, he didn't make a sound as much as possible.

The terrorist's arteries were severed, his collarbone was crushed, and after he fell to the ground, Zhang Yan bit the dinner knife in his mouth, and easily took the two magazines on the corpse and the AK47 in his hand.

There are no grenades, which is a pity!

The terrorists' team did not notice that they were missing a single person, and at this time they were nervously watching the police car not far away, and the two sides would start a battle as soon as they approached.

Zhang Yan stuck a magazine on his belt, held a magazine in his left hand, and held AK in his right hand and quietly aimed at the advancing crowd.

He was waiting for an opportunity, and when the police exchanged fire with them, he would suddenly shoot and take them by surprise.

The police did not disappoint him, and before the police car could stop, the gunshots were already ringing.

It seems that the police have also sensed the terrorist plot.

The terrorists began to speed up, and the group combat movement was rapid-fire, and a group of birdmen were fighting there with guns, fighting with the black uncles.

Taking advantage of the chaos of gunfire, Zhang Yan shot decisively, three short shots, bullets and flesh, all of which hit those people in the chest.

The powerful penetrating power of the AK gun clan was manifested at this time, Zhang Yan's sudden fire swept down a group of terrorists, and there were rapid shouts and wails in the darkness.

Apparently someone was injured, and he was also found!

He moved his position quickly, taking the opportunity to fire two shots each time he turned his body, and when there was one round left in a magazine, he changed the magazine he had prepared with one hand while firing.

Non-stop shooting!

The terrorists seemed to be in a hurry, and two black figures quietly approached the direction where the policemen were, and at the same time as they were hit, two huge explosions rang out!

"Boom!"

……

Zhang Yan, who was raising his gun to shoot, quickly lay down, turned around and rolled behind a flower pond, and at the same time curled up to protect his safety.

"Malegobi, forget that these birdmen were born to play human bombs!"

The sudden drastic change made him afraid for a while, if these birdmen gave themselves such a beat, they would be designated to build the national flag.

When the explosion was over, he put on the last full magazine, glanced at the terrorists, and leapt out from behind the plant.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

The gunfire is non-stop, the single-player movement combat is rapid-fire, and the buffer of thirty bullets is enough for Zhang Yan to find the next rifle!

The nimble figure in the darkness is like a life-seeking ghost, biting these terrorists who don't know which organization they are.

Soon, his bullets ran out!

The enemy's counterattack followed, and he could faintly hear a rapid call, and when he looked up, he saw several figures running towards the hotel.

"Fuck you!"

He's really scared!

If these birdmen detonate a bomb at the hotel, he's going to kill himself tonight!

Picking up a rifle on the ground, he didn't even pick up the magazines, and he pulled the trigger directly when he aimed it at the terrorists in the distance.

"Da Da Da!"

The enemy was divided into two groups, and those who stayed behind also dragged Zhang Yan to death.

They have discovered Zhang Yan's weakness, that is, he is fighting alone.

The policemen who ran to support had already been sent to the sky by human bombs, and although the sound of police cars could be heard in the distance, they had not come yet, and the devil knew what was wrong.

If you want to live well, you still have to rely on yourself!

When the bullets in the gun were fired again, he threw the gun out, and at the same time rolled forward to pick up a pistol and two grenades on the ground, and fired back.

He pinned the hope of the hotel on Lao Yu, after all, he was a scout of the reconnaissance department of the Lu Academy, if those terrorists couldn't get killed, it would be a shame.

His mind quickly thought of various countermeasures, as well as the possibility of various situations, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

The stability of 92 Beretta is very good, and it is easier to fight in close combat on the street than AK, and when it turns around, it throws out a grenade, and at the moment of explosion, it can take advantage of the fire to figure out where those enemies are hiding.