Marco couldn't hear Eric's 'shame', he already felt shame enough. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoQin Weidong's chosen target of attack was his territory, and in fact, after refusing the invitation of the advance team, the former wealthy man of Angola began to strengthen his defenses.

Angola is a country with a severe gap between the rich and the poor, with 90 percent of the population living in poverty and 1 percent living in luxury. Marco used to be the richest man in the country.

As a successful big businessman, Marco was able to drink top champagne from abroad, drive the best cars, live in the best villas in the country, and play with women from all over the world. Even if his house is close to a slum, it doesn't affect his enjoyment of life.

After the cataclysm, Marko, who is not yet a chaebol, has not disappeared, and he can do whatever he wants in a chaotic world. With the force of private security guards, he even lived an imperial life. However, the good times do not last long, and the nuclear winter does not distinguish between the rich and the poor, and treats everyone equally.

A large number of people died in the bitter cold, and only a very small number survived. Marco maintained his power with relatively sufficient food, and he even used his reserves to do business, and his life was not bad. So he disdained Qin Weidong's 'friendship'.

But ......, the mutants sent by the mysterious armed forces to demonstrate are really terrifying!

At first glance, mutants can be terrifying for anyone. Marco had already learned from various gossip that Qin Weidong had recruited and collected several local forces, but he felt that the only ones who could threaten him were mutants - the others were scumbags!

"I have strong defenses, plenty of ammunition, and a lot of manpower, and I'm sure I'll be able to resist the attacks of those outsiders." Marco made up his mind to defend and counterattack, which was a little less difficult.

Marco even had more than two dozen pickups ready, and a victory in the defensive battle would boost the morale of his men, and it would be much easier to attack. Even if you encounter those terrible monster warriors on the other side, you have the power to fight.

Confident Marco crouched in his lair and waited for the enemy to come to the door, who knew that the mutants were not coming, but the waste soldiers under Satin who had just eaten a few full meals.

Seeing that those low-level 'garbage' who couldn't walk fast dared to attack him, Marco, who was guarding behind his barricades, felt that he was being despised by others, "I also have thousands of subordinates, and I actually sent so dozens of people to attack?" ”

It's not just a matter of dozens of people, in fact, the first five of Sardin's men are armed with assault rifles, and each of them in the back only has a Type 6 or 7 grenade in their hands. For such a rabble, Marco felt that he was not making too much of a fuss and was too nervous.

"Get rid of this garbage." Marko's face turned cold, and he ordered concisely. In his opinion, as long as the gunshots are thought, the opposite side will collapse.

Marco gave the order, and immediately someone shot at the barricade. Uncle Black's combat habit is to pull the trigger and not let go, as soon as he pulls it to the end, he is like a superman possessed in a few seconds, and dozens of bullets are sprayed from the muzzle, which seems unstoppable for a while.

As soon as he heard the gunshots on the other side, Satin, who was in charge of the command a hundred meters away, lay down on the ground, and the whole person shrank backwards. But he himself retreated, but he still drove his recruited men to rush forward, "Don't shoot, keep moving forward, and you can fire within thirty meters." Whoever dares to shoot now, I immediately shot him. ”

For Africans with poor skills, firing a gun in battle is a success. The AK-series rifles they are commonly armed with have always been known for their ferocious firepower and serious muzzle jumps. But they just like to shoot in bursts, and aiming is never on their mind.

As a result, ......, the fire on the opposite side looked extremely scary, but all the bullets flew into the sky!

Fighting in Africa has always been a matter of momentum, and whoever has enough momentum will win. It is often the case that two groups of people shoot at each other from a distance of more than 100 meters, and when they run out of bullets, they call it a day and go home. As for how many people were killed? The bullets are flying around, and if you can kill a ghost, you might as well worry about the threat of stray bullets.

Marko's subordinates are such a classic African armed force, and they have survived until now because of their large numbers and sufficient reserves. After more than a year of the end of the world, his combat skills have not improved at all.

Sardin's subordinates, on the other hand, were mentally numbed by the long-term suffering, and had to obey their boss's orders for the sake of the slightest hope of survival. They don't even care about life and death, they just mechanize and move forward in the rain of bullets.

Marko's men fired two rounds of fire in a short period of time, and before the smoke cleared, they found that the waste on the opposite side had not collapsed, but was within fifty meters. Hundreds of bullets were all in vain, and they didn't even hurt the other party's cold hair.

Elite!

Marko's gaze instantly became extremely sharp, turning extreme contempt for the enemy into extreme attention. This kind of army that can withstand the impact of bullets and bullets, what is it not elite?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, steady!" Marco had seen the world, and he knew that his marksmanship was extremely poor, and it was normal for him to miss a target from a distance of 100 meters. If the enemy on the opposite side is not frightened by the gunfire and collapses, then you can only shoot at close range, so that the hit rate will be much higher.

"We have barricades to defend us, and it will be difficult for the enemy to hit us." Marco is not afraid of danger and shows his momentum as the leader. His little head came out from behind the barricade to observe the distance of the soldiers on the other side, and waved his hand and shouted, "Reload, wait until this group is close before fighting." ”

Fifty meters closer, Sardin's waste soldiers were still moving down the street. They staggered like logs with guns in hand, gritting their teeth. Eating cassava porridge for two days will at most restore a little physical strength to them, and it will not change their weak nature.

Behind the barricades, Marco could see the eyes of Satin's men. Ugly, dirty, lowly, and could die at any moment, he was sure that he was only dealing with the ordinary bottom of the city.

"These guys aren't even like slaves, so we don't need to be afraid." In a sign of his bravery, Marco himself straightened up from behind the barricade with a pistol and shouted, "We just didn't play at our true level." And now, kill these guys. ”

Immediately after the barricades, a large crowd of people appeared, guns in hand, and all kinds of playful glances at the advancing 'waste soldiers'. And at the same time as they pulled the trigger, the five 'waste soldiers' who rushed to the front also opened fire.

The attacker had no cover, only to stand up and pull the trigger to the end. The defenders, on the other hand, dodge and dodge, putting their hopes of victory on others when they have something to rely on. As a result, the attacker's five guns knocked the defender to at least 50 people unable to raise their heads.

"It's okay, it's okay, hold on. The guys shoot for five seconds at most, and when they stop, it's time to shoot back. "After Marco himself retreated back into the barricade, he didn't want to bet on whether the bullet would hit him.

And the people hiding behind the barricades also feel that what their boss said is very reasonable, and they often do it themselves in the 'five-second superman', so it's not a big deal. Start the five-second countdown, five, four, three, two, one, .......

Can you fight back? Behind the barricades, everyone pricked up their ears .......

A few grenades whizzed across the barricades and were thrown in.

Oops......!

That's not to be expected!

The person on the other side fouls, how to throw grenades in the war in Africa? Uncle Black's fundamentalist tactics are all AK plus RPG, who allowed you to use grenades?

Dropped grenades need to be used when they are close, which is definitely a disliked weapon for Uncle Black, who likes to shoot from a distance.

Wait...... now is not the time to discuss such philosophical questions!

The question is, what now?

The grenade is smoking...... it's about to explode.

What are you ...... stunned, run!