To the left of the upper firing mechanism of the four light machine guns, each hung a chain that extended to a metal box on the floor that could hold 5,000 rounds. Behind each light machine gun, a man in a camouflage combat suit sits on a chair on horseback, one of whom is smoking a cigarette with his palm over his spark.

Yang Mingyun stood near the top of the stairs, holding his breath. Consider how to silence these four people.

At this time, the machine-gun shooter on the west side turned around. Yang Mingyun hurriedly squatted down, and his head shrank lower than the ground on the second floor.

I only heard one person start a jail: "Hey, it's annoying, it's boring!" ”

"Isn't it, didn't that bastard blow up the mines a long time ago? Why do you want us to ......," said the machine-gun shooter on the south side.

"Yelling what? Shut your mouth! It was precisely because the true identity of that guy had not yet been clarified that the branch chief called us on alert. All we know is that he's not from the Department of Police, not from the Department of Homeland Security, not even from the FBI and the Treasury Intelligence Agency, and it's because we don't know which organization he is, so it's dangerous. The man next to the machine gun on the north side said in a hoarse voice. Looks like he's a small boss.

"At least, it doesn't seem like a loner, right?" Said the shooter next to the machine gun on the east side.

"yes, although so far, the guy is the only one who has been acting alone, but this time that guy may come with a bunch of people. Moreover, it may not be the guy who struck the mine, but his accomplices. In short, there's nothing wrong with being careful. ”

"Understood, squad leader. Let's see, that guy dares to come to death, it's no wonder if he doesn't beat him into a hornet's nest. The shooter next to the machine gun on the west side who spoke first said.

Then there was a sound, it was the adjustment handle on the tripod of the motive gun, the sound of turning the pistol, and Yang Mingyun took the opportunity to quietly climb to the floor on the second floor.

Inside the glass windows in the four directions, south, east, and west, four shooters were standing by their respective machine guns, their eyes on the sights, and they were looking out intently. Yang Mingyun lay on the floor, the closest was the machine gun shooter on the west side, Yang Mingyun paid attention not to let the "Storm" assault rifle in his right hand and the bullet belt around his waist and abdomen touch the ground and make a sound, using his knees and hands, quietly and silently touched the machine gun in the west window.

The machine gunner did not expect to be touched from behind, and he was intently turning the adjustment handle on the machine gun tripod, constantly changing the direction of the light machine gun and sights, and observing the grass shrouded in night.

Yang Mingyun stood up quietly, and his left hand violently covered the mouth and nose of the machine gunner, and the machine gunner was taken aback, desperately struggling to get rid of Yang Mingyun's left hand. Yang Mingyun gently picked up the "Storm" with his right hand, stabbed the machine gunner in the back of the head with a hunting knife tied to the barrel, stirred it, and then hugged him tightly with both hands.

That person was in Yang Mingyun's arm, his whole body kept twitching, and he stopped twitching, and his whole body stiffened. It's like a piece of frozen meat. This is a state of immediate death that is characteristic of the central nervous system's concentrated spinal cord when it is destroyed.

Yang Mingyun placed the stiff corpse on a chair and let it lie on the light machine gun, and then touched the machine gun shooter to the south.

Ten minutes later, the machine-gun shooters from the south and east also entered the eternal sleep.

The only thing left was the captain of the detachment in the north. However, that guy can't die, and it's useful to keep him. When Yang Mingyun was two meters away from him, he noticed it. But the muzzle of the light machine gun was aimed out the window, and it was not easy to turn around and aim at Yang Mingyun.

The squad leader cursed as he jumped up, as if he had a spring under his buttocks. At the same time, he was busy touching the pistol holster hanging from the belt around his waist. It's a pity that his pistol is of a military type, and the leather cover is tightly covered, and it takes a lot of time to draw the gun.

Even though it was dark in the room, Yang Mingyun could clearly see the look of horror, embarrassment and anxiety on the man's face. Yang Mingyun paid attention not to let the hunting knife cut the person, and the "Storm" assault rifle swung and smashed on the person's ear.

The detachment leader was beaten to his knees, and the automatic pistol was pulled out of the holster that had been closed with great difficulty, and then fell to the ground. Then he fell on all fours with a grunt.

Yang Mingyun saw that the squad leader had a square face and a strong physique. He retrieved several pistol ammo packs from the guy's camouflage combat suit, then picked up the pistol that had fallen on the ground, disassembled it by dividing it by two, broke off the firing pin, and reassembled it and stuffed it into the holster. Although the pistol was loaded, it was broken because the firing pin was broken, even if it wanted to shoot. It doesn't sound anymore.

Yang Mingyun knew from his driver's license that this person's name was Ji Qingxian. Yang Mingyun took out a handkerchief from Ji Qingxian's pocket, opened his mouth with one hand, and strangled it with a handkerchief, so that he could only barely make a sound but couldn't shout loudly, and then lit the lighter, approached the guy's eyebrows, and only heard a "snort", the guy's eyebrows were scorched and curled, and emitted a foul smell, the detachment leader named Ji Qingxian woke up with a groan, and just wanted to get up in a panic, Yang Mingyun put the hunting knife on his neck.

"You're Yang Mingyun, right? …… He was still alive. Damn it......" Ji Qingxian said with a groan.

Because the mouth was strangled by a handkerchief, the already hoarse voice seemed even more unnatural.

"yes. Thanks to you. Three of your subordinates, I have already called them to Hades. Yang Mingyun said with a smile. He turned off his flashlight and slipped it into the chest pocket of his jacket.

"Bastard......" Ji Qingxian cursed, grinning in pain because of the wound. But when his right hand accidentally touched the holster at his waist. There was a look of relief on his face.

"If you don't want to die, let's be honest, how many guards are there underground?" Yang Mingyun asked.

"About a hundred or so people." Ji Qingxian replied very happily. The fingers of his right hand were fumbling for the pistol, and he thought he was saved, and his face sweated with excitement.

"What's going on underground? Let's go into more detail! Yang Mingjun said. His eyes watched the movement of Ji Qingxian's fingers in the dark.

"I'll show you the way." Ji Qingxian suddenly became enthusiastic, in fact, he just wanted to find an opportunity to kill Yang Mingyun.

"Don't panic, if you recklessly step on someone's underground, I'm afraid you'll be beaten into a honeycomb. Tell me first, what is the number of the combination lock of the door that leads from the underground garage to the passage deep inside? ”

"Number? Which door is it? Ji Qingxian said as he began to draw his gun.

"The number of the door on the front of the underground garage."

"Thirty-two turns to the right four times, twenty-eight turns three times up, then sixteen turns to the right twice, and finally nine turns to the right, from the inside, you can open the door without matching the number." Ji Qingxian said, his right hand had already pulled out half of the holster of the pistol.

"Repeat again!" Yang Mingyun ordered.

If Ji Qing lied first and said some numbers indiscriminately, then the numbers of the latter time may not match the numbers of the previous one. Ji Qing repeated it first, and the number was exactly the same as the previous time.

"Where does that door lead?" Yang Mingjun asked.

"I can show you the way, I just said that there were more than a hundred and ten guards, and that was a lie...... Please take the knife off my neck, I'm running out of breath. ”

"I ask you! What's inside that door? Yang Mingyun's tone was still very tough, but he deliberately moved the hunting knife tied to the "Storm" away from Ji Qingxian's neck slightly.

At this time, Ji Qingxian had already pinched the gun in his hand, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Yang Mingyun, and his index finger pulled the trigger, "Put down the gun!" Ji Qingxian ordered.

"What for?"

"I'll shoot if I move! Do you see the gun in Lao Tzu's hand? You bastard! Ji Qingxian flashed a fierce gaze and threatened.

"Of course I did! So what? Yang Mingyun deliberately said in a contemptuous tone.

"If you kid dares to pull the trigger of a rifle, or stab Lao Tzu with a bayonet, then Lao Tzu will shoot at the same time, and he will have to pull a cushion on his back when he dies. Let's all die together! What do you think? If you don't want to die, throw your rifle away, raise your hands and get out of here! When you get out of this house, Lao Tzu deliberately puts a machine gun elsewhere to let you live. ”

"Well, though, I can't just go back and tell me how many guards there are underground?"

"About one hundred and fifty people."

"Who is the branch leader of the League of the Free and Righteous here? What is it for? ”

"Valentin? Sergeyevich? Valentnikov, former deputy head of the Cheka Execution Directorate of Soviet Russia. ”

"Who is the leader of the Alliance?"

"Bohr? Bhutto ......"

"Haven't heard of this guy!"

"Of course you won't hear about it! In fact, no one has ever seen him. ”

"Alright! So, what about Yanjing's branch chief? ”

"You kid is really difficult, it's Jin Chengzu, you haven't heard of it, have you?"

"I can't imagine that there is such a guy in China!"

"Wrong, he's not Chinese, he's North Korean. You've got to figure it out, haha! ”

"The Alliance of the Free and Just has captured a submarine capable of carrying planes, as well as a large Chinese bomber, right? Where are they hidden? ”

"How do you know this? Looks like your organization is quite large. What organization the hell are you kid? Say it! ”

"Come on! If you don't want to say it, then I'll take my leave, don't send it! Yang Mingjun smiled and withdrew the "Storm" assault rifle and hugged it to his chest.

"Idiot! Go to hell! Ji Qingxian sneered and pulled the trigger hard, but the gun didn't go off.

Ji Qingxian was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled the trigger again, but the pistol still did not go off.

"You're the big idiot! I broke the firing pin of your pistol. After speaking, Yang Mingyun held the gun in his right hand and gently sent it forward, and the hunting knife on the assault rifle pierced Ji Qingxian's belly.

Ji Qingxian screamed miserably, and just wanted to throw the pistol he wanted to hold towards Yang Mingyun, but the tip of the hunting knife had already touched the outer wall of the stomach pouch, and the pain immediately made his whole body spasm.

"Don't waste your time, say it! Where exactly are submarines and bombers? Yang Mingyun asked.

Ji Qing Xianyi [***] must not know.

Yang Mingyun gave him some hardships again, and Ji Qingxian said a lot of place names in a series of random places in order to alleviate some pain.

It seems that Ji Qingxian really doesn't know, Yang Mingyun thought about it carefully, Ji Qingxian is just a detachment leader, of course he won't know where the submarine and bomber are hiding.

Yang Mingyun told Ji Qingxian to stand up, put his assault rifle against his backbone, and ordered him to walk towards the underground parking lot.

When he got there, there was still no one in sight, and Yang Mingyun ordered Ji Qing to open the combination lock of the front door first. According to Ji Qingxian's confession, inside that door, there was a tunnel leading to the command room.

Ji Qing first checked the number of the password, and the pain in his stomach made his face break out in a cold sweat.

There was a "pop" sound, the lock was opened, Ji Qing first turned the doorknob to the left, and when he turned to the third time, suddenly, the loudspeaker buried in the wall made a sharp alarm sound. Yang Mingyun was taken aback and quickly jumped to the root of the cement wall next to the door.

"There you have it! Bastard! Ji Qingxian laughed maniacally.

Almost simultaneously with the siren, a continuous fire from a light machine gun sounded from the door.

As a result of the impact of the warhead, the steel door was opened at once. Ji Qing was squeezed down by the door first. Yang Ming picked up the "Storm" assault rifle and shot him in the head, and then, sticking to the wall, holding the "Storm" assault rifle in one hand and shooting indiscriminately into the door.

The continuous recoil caused the assault rifle to almost fly out of its right hand, and some of the enemy's bullets grazed past the gun and Yang Mingyun's arm. In the blink of an eye, the 30-round magazine of the "Tempest" was completely emptied. The enemy's light machine guns fell silent.

Yang Mingyun took the new magazine from the cartridge belt and replaced it, pulled the bolt, then closed the bolt, and fed the bullet at the upper end of the magazine into the chamber.

Yang Mingyun ran up the stairs to the big room while rushing the "Storm" assault rifle at the open door, and then moved to the big room on the second floor. He quickly removed the hunting knife from his assault rifle, gathered together the three still usable pistols and ammo, and ran to the south machine gun, turning the muzzle and aiming it at the staircase.

The alert continues. There was the sound of a few people running up the stairs. Yang Mingyun leaned back against the window, and his index finger was on the trigger of the light machine gun aimed at the staircase.

From the direction of the stairs, a burst of bullets was fired indiscriminately, which was a deterrent shot, and it did not pose any danger to Yang Mingyun. At this time, more than a dozen cars started in the underground parking lot. Yang Mingyun took out the grenade originally used for the mine from his pocket, he pulled out the safety pin, threw the grenade under the stairs with a flick of his hand, and then quickly lay down.

The grenade, which was comparable to a small mine, fell down the staircase about five steps and exploded with a "boom", emitting a dazzling flash, and the loud sound almost deafened Yang Mingyun's ears. The second floor was blown to the ground.

Deterrent shooting on the staircase was interrupted, and the staircase itself seemed to cease to exist. The metal roller shutter door of the large garage on the ground floor made a sound of activation. Yang Mingyun hurriedly ran to the light machine gun in the west.

Jeep after jeep with compartment sped out of the garage. Yang Mingyun fired the machine gun, and tracer bullets sprayed out of the muzzle in a series of long tails.

The chain of bullets flowed from left to right, and the barrel gradually became hot and dark. There were 5,000 bullets linked to the bullet chain, so Yang Mingyun fought very happily. The hoods of the nearly ten jeeps that drove into the meadow were riddled with bullets and soon became unable to move. Several of them caught fire in their fuel tanks, igniting black-red flames. In order to clearly indicate the point of impact and effectively hit the target, one out of every five rounds on the chain of the light machine gun was a tracer with a red, green, and purple light tail. This tracer bullet played the role of an incendiary bomb.

There were several submachine guns fired at the destroyed jeep, so that Yang Mingyun didn't even have time to catch his breath. The doors and roofs of the jeeps appeared to be armoured, and even the enemy's submachine guns sticking out of the holes of the jeeps fired when an assault rifle bullet capable of piercing a centimeter thick steel plate hit the roof.

Yang Mingyun's light machine gun consumed thousands of rounds of ammunition to silence the vast majority of enemy guns. But at this moment, the red-hot barrel of the gun drooped softly.

Yang Mingyun sensed the danger, he released the trigger, but the bullet that was fed into the overheated chamber of the gun automatically fired.

If the machine gun continues to be fired, the bullets will fly into the curved barrel, and it may hit Yang Mingyun, who quickly twisted the bent bullet chain, deliberately causing the machine gun to run ineffectively.

The light machine guns, frantically spraying bullets, fell silent, and at the same time, three armored jeeps drove out of the garage.

From the compartments of these armored jeeps, 40-mm rocket launchers stretched out.

Yang Mingyun was so shocked that he almost shouted, and hurriedly took out the remaining grenade from his pocket, pulled out the safety pin, and threw it towards an armored jeep. Then quickly lie down.

Several 40-millimeter rockets were fired from the jeep, and the rockets spewed gas, so slow that even the naked eye could see clearly, through the window, and over the prostrate Yang Mingyun.

The rockets hit the wall on the other side of the large library room near the ceiling, causing a violent explosion. Yang Mingyun, who had his eyes closed, suddenly saw darkness in front of him, and his consciousness gradually blurred......

When consciousness was hazy and regained, Yang Mingyun didn't know if he was dreaming or dead.

After a while, Yang Mingyun's consciousness gradually became clear, and he felt a burning pain all over his body.

Since you can feel the pain. That means I'm alive. But Yang Mingjun was afraid to open his eyes.

He remembered that he had been injured by a rocket, and he was afraid that the flesh of his whole body had been blown to shreds. The mood at this moment is like lying in bed the next morning after getting drunk, recalling the tryst with a woman the night before. I wish I had never opened my eyes and just died.

A poke of cold water poured down from his head, Yang Mingyun shivered involuntarily, and opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyelids looked extremely heavy at this time.

In front of him, there were four people standing.

Of the four men, two of them appear to be Russians, and the other two appear to be Yu himself. They looked at Yang Mingyun with their hands behind their backs. The room is covered with rough cement walls on three sides.

(To be continued)