089 Fire Sniper

The Iron Mask Man's body quickly moved on the inside of the wall, but with every step he moved, there would be a huge bullet hole in the wall, and the 13.4mm steel core armor-piercing bullet was like a life-threatening scythe, always following the Iron Mask Man's body.

And Li Yan, who was sitting on the plane, his line of sight was already approaching the limit, the barrel of the Magreco sniper rifle had already spanned nearly 90 degrees, and the dark and deep bullet holes had also approached the corner of the main building of Helena Life Company, and it was impossible for the man in the iron mask to go through the wall hard.

So the only possibility is that Li Yan just didn't count the bullets, and it is very likely that he didn't kill the man in the iron mask.

Li Yan carried the gun, his eyes were firmly fixed on the building through the scope, and as long as the man in the iron mask showed his head, he dared to shoot immediately.

Just when Li Yan's crosshair was aimed at the outside, a big hole appeared in the cold wall, and the most lethal heavy sniper rifle in Li Yan's hand became the biggest constraint at this moment, and Li Yan simply didn't have enough time to turn the gun head and shoot back.

But his eyes could see that a large hole had been blasted into the dark wall by a pair of metal fists, and the Man in the Iron Mask turned to carry a Razer shoulder anti-aircraft missile, which was shot towards the plane like an arrow from a string.

Li Yan didn't have time to react, his body was firmly locked on the seat, and he could only pull the lever next to the pilot in front of him, and the whole plane immediately reacted to the lift of the propeller, although the 'Razer' air defense missile did not hit the helicopter's cabin, but it hit the direction of the helicopter's tail control spiral, and the plane spun and fell.

Billowing smoke rose along with flames, and tongues of fire burst into the sky, incinerating all the surrounding plants.

Chen Yang gritted his teeth and got up, but the strength of his body just now was too heavy, and now he couldn't slow down, although he stood up forcibly, his head was still dizzy.

At this moment, Zheng Jing rushed towards the Man in the Iron Mask.

The man in the iron mask suddenly picked up the barrel of the 'Razer' individual anti-aircraft missile in his hand, and smashed it towards Zheng Jing, Zheng Jing's body bent back into an incredible arc, and narrowly avoided it, but then the iron fist of the man in the iron mask was already sent to Zheng Jing.

Zheng Jing's head was divided into three points, and a piece of green rock exploded next to Zheng Jing's head.

The man in the iron mask slammed a high kick, if he was strong this time, I was afraid that Zheng Jing's spine would be cracked, Zheng Jing used the close assassination fighting technique of the White Tiger combat unit, and suddenly hugged the knee of the man in the iron mask, and hit the root of the thigh of the man in the iron mask, the man in the iron mask is also a person, and he is a man, so all of a sudden, his strength under the attack is three points weaker.

However, this does not mean that Zheng Jing can compete with the Man in the Iron Mask, it can only be said that Zheng Jing's fighting style The Man in the Iron Mask has not been familiar with it for a while.

After Zheng Jing got a move, he wanted to do the same, and he suddenly turned out a sharp knife in his hand, wanting to abolish the iron-masked man at once, but when the sharp knife was just inserted, an iron hand grabbed the sharp knife violently, and Zheng Jing saw with his own eyes that the sharp knife was held like paper paste, turning into an iron bar, bent into an iron lump.

Zheng Jing's pupils dilated rapidly, and he missed a blow, he instinctively wanted to distance himself from the man in the iron mask, but it was easy to get close, and it was not so easy to escape.

Zheng Jingmeng sensed that his shoulder was pinched by the huge force of the bureau, and that force pinched the muscles in his shoulder as painfully as if he had removed a piece of raw meat, and it was very likely that the muscles in his shoulder had been directly torn apart by this huge force.

Zheng Jing endured the severe pain, the sweat on his forehead instantly flowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared in pain in his body, and before he could react, a cannon leg kicked Zheng Jing's chest, but Zheng Jing's body was not kicked up by this huge force, because one of Zheng Jing's arms was still firmly pinched by the man in the iron mask.

Zheng Jing began to vomit sour water, and the powerful force made his internal organs turn over the river and the sea, and at this time, the second kick of the Man in the Iron Mask had arrived.

Zheng Jing couldn't go on like this any longer, so he jerked out the Astrid 4430 and pulled the trigger from his armpit, and the bullet shot out from Zheng Jing's armpit, piercing the iron mask's thigh, giving Zheng Jing a moment of respite, but before Zheng Jing could react, an iron fist had already been sent to Zheng Jing's chest.

The Iron Mask's reflex nerves were too strong, as if fighting had become his instinct, and he could fight back almost without thinking, and Zheng Jing was beaten by this punch, and he spat blood until he flew out.

But Zheng Jing was also from the White Tiger Special Forces, and his body rolled violently in the air, shooting three shots at the Man in the Iron Mask.

The first shot was aimed at the eyes of the Man in the Iron Mask, with such a close range, even if Zheng Jing was not in good shape, Zheng Jing had already pulled the trigger almost the moment he was aiming, and the bullet had already arrived in front of the Man in the Iron Mask almost instantly.

The Man in the Iron Mask didn't have time to raise his hand to resist, so he could only turn his head slightly, and the bullet hit the Man in the Iron Mask, bursting into a spark.

Zheng Jing took advantage of the situation to fire two more shots, and the bullet penetrated through the roots of the two thighs of the Man in the Iron Mask, bringing up two clouds of blood mist, and the Man in the Iron Mask knelt on one knee in response, and the blood flowed like a torrent.

All this was almost done between lightning and fire, and only Zheng Jing could have this ability, his body slammed on the ground, lying on his back on the ground.

It seems that this battle is a foregone conclusion, the Man in the Iron Mask is kneeling on one knee, but the joints of his legs that are being held are already crumbling, and the blood flows down his trouser tube, pooping out, looking quite infiltrating, and what is even more terrifying is that his iron mask at this moment has been covered with blood and has become a bright red appearance, the left eye of the Man in the Iron Mask was injured by the fragments of the bullet shot by Zheng Jing, if Zheng Jing's shot directly hit the eyes of the Man in the Iron Mask, then the Man in the Iron Mask would not be able to live at this moment.

However, the Man in the Iron Mask's eyes had been blinded by the fragments of bullets that had shattered into them, and blood was pouring out of his eyes, greatly impairing his eyesight.

Chen Yang got up with difficulty to check Zheng Jing's injury, fortunately, although Zheng Jing bled a lot, it was only some skin trauma, as long as the HeLa virus existed in Zheng Jing's body for a day, Chen Yang was not worried that his injury would not recover.

Zheng Jing grabbed Chen Yang's arm with his intact hand, grabbed him and said, "Hurry up and kill him forever!" ”

Chen Yang agreed, he picked up a steel pipe with a sharp head from the ground, and walked towards the man in the iron mask, although Chen Yang's footsteps were vain, and he was injured by the stone of the man in the iron mask just now, but the man in the iron mask had to be killed, otherwise he and Dai Yiqing would never have a good life, and they would always be shrouded in the shadow of death.

Dai Yiqing's eyes have always been on Chen Yang's body.

Chen Yang walked halfway and suddenly stopped, because the man in the iron mask actually stood up.

Chen Yang's eyes were firmly fixed on the man in the iron mask, the man in the iron mask stood straight and straight like a zombie, his eyes looked at Chen Yang from behind the blood-colored mask, at this moment the sun was setting, the golden light floated in from the window, and the wall that the heavy sniper shot through, actually illuminated the man in the iron mask with a trace of sadness, and the vast wind blew up the tattered clothes of the man in the iron mask, and his long hair fluttered in the wind.

Chen Yang didn't know what the other party wanted to do, suddenly, he saw the Man in the Iron Mask take out something from his pocket, it looked like a black button, Chen Yang thought it was a bomb, and before Chen Yang could react, the Man in the Iron Mask had already pressed the button.

Surprisingly, everything was as normal as usual, except that behind the Man in the Iron Mask, suddenly the walls slowly moved to the sides and separated, revealing a whole turquoise storage room surrounded by cold air and glass.

Chen Yang just glanced at it, his eyes were staring, and he couldn't move anymore.

It was a wall of turquoise HeLa virus storage cells, and the turquoise liquid flowed through the drains before being poured into the sharp, slender, shiny needles that looked like a finely carved piece of turquoise amber.

The Man in the Iron Mask grabbed the needle of his syringe and stabbed it hard in the heart of his chest.

Chen Yang finally understood what he was doing.

Zheng Jing suddenly yelled: "Hurry up!! ”

The steel pipe in Chen Yang's hand was almost thrown towards the iron-masked man like an arrow from the string, pulling out the whirring sound of breaking the wind in the wind.

Chen Yang's movements were not unpleasant, almost the moment Zheng Jing shouted, the steel pipe in his hand had been thrown away, but he was still a beat slower after all.

The steel pipe was firmly pinched in the hand of the man in the iron mask, and the man in the iron mask was like a god descending from heaven at this moment, and his temperament became very strange, the bare skin on his chest became turquoise, but the circumference of his chest was bulging like a balloon, and the muscles were as deep as the rocks carved by a knife.

The Man in the Iron Mask turned his head and opened his eyes to look at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang found that the eyes of the iron-masked man at this moment had turned pure black, and his black hair was fluttering, and the steel pipe that Chen Yang threw out was easily pinched into a ball and discarded in the hands of the iron-masked man like paper paste.

The man in the iron mask suddenly showed a weird smile: "Chen Yang, you try it again!" ”