Baburu's answer was very tough, because he knew very well that no matter whether he said it or not, the mercenary in front of him would not let him go.

Fan Yize, who was standing next to Baburu, saw the cockroach's hand in the afterglow of his eyes, and was touching the pistol, so he spoke: "Dane Military Resources Company, cockroach?" ”

was about to give the two people in front of him a happy cockroach, when he heard Fan Yize's words, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Fan Yize who opened his mouth with some surprise, with a curious look in his eyes, quickly stood up from the chair, and asked Fan Yize:

"Who are you?"

At this time, the cockroach really paid attention to the young Chinese beside Baburu, and it didn't matter who they were, the mercenaries who lived on the death line all day long.

"Future Military Resources Group, you can call me God." Fan Yize curled the corners of his mouth slightly and said lightly.

"Then Lao Tzu will send you to God." As he spoke, a cockroach appeared in his hand, and he shot Fan Yize in the head.

However, the expected headshot did not appear, and Fan Yize, who was not even two meters away from him, was still standing in front of him intact, and then a white spot appeared on the glass wall behind him.

Babulu, who was on the side, was also startled, he didn't expect the cockroach to say that he would do it, but he was even more shocked by this shot.

The bullet did penetrate Fan Yize's head, because the impact point on the back glass was in a straight line between the cockroach muzzle and Fan Yize's head.

Babulu, who was a little confused, the cockroach on the other side was no better, he was very confident in the speed at which he drew his gun, at such a distance, no one had ever been able to dodge, not to mention the person in front of him, not only dodged, but also only shook his head slightly.

Such a picture has never been seen by a cockroach in his life.

In the office, the soldiers of the Chancellery Guards who knelt on the ground, as well as the soldiers of the Red Turban Army, were also stupid.

Nine out of ten shots, no one has anything to do.

"Do you want to give it a try?" The traces of the upturned corners of Fan Yize's mouth became more obvious, and the gaze of the cockroach was full of sarcasm.

"Damn bastards." In the next second, the cockroach frantically pulled the trigger, and the gun went straight to Fan Yize's vital point.

The twelve-round pistol quickly ran out of bullets, but Fan Yize, who was standing in front of him, was still intact, and on the glass behind him, there were twelve clear white dots, which made people's scalps tingle.

"Give me a ......" The cockroach, as a mercenary who had rolled in blood for an unknown number of times, didn't have time to think about it, and the moment he opened the empty pistol magazine, he ordered all the red turban soldiers behind him to shoot.

However, before he could say his words, a bullet pierced his head directly, just a cockroach that said three English words, and the skull of the entire back of his head was lifted open by a powerful bullet, and the blood-red brain was scattered all over the ground.

I don't know when, Fan Yize is holding a very elegant pistol in his hand, the white body of the gun is as pure as ivory, and the dull lines on the gun body are like old trees entrenched.

In the office, more than a dozen soldiers of the Red Turban Army didn't even have time to react, and the cockroaches fell in front of them, and when they thought of raising their guns to aim at Fan Yize, almost with a burst of gunfire, more than a dozen bullets had already taken their lives.

More than a dozen soldiers of the Red Turban Army fell to the ground almost at the same time, and the soldiers of the guard of the Prime Minister's Office who were kneeling on the ground did not gradually react until they saw the soldiers of the Red Turban Army lying in front of them who could no longer die, quickly got up, grabbed the weapons that were still on the side, surrounded them, and protected Babru.

Fan Yize, who was on the side, slowly put away his pistol, and at the same time, there was a dense sound of gunfire in the Prime Minister's Office, Fan Yize turned back to Baburu and said: "Mr. Prime Minister, my people are counterattacking the Prime Minister's Office, and I believe that the rebellion in the Prime Minister's Office will be resolved soon." ”

"Then please Mr. Fan, I will always remember your kindness." Baburu looked at Fan Yize's gaze, grateful, but more of a fear and fear.

Facing the muzzle of the Red Turban Army, he had never seen such a terrible side, why those bullets did not hit the person in front of him, Babu never understood and couldn't understand.

However, it doesn't matter, at least for now, both sides are on the same front.

However, Ba Bulu also felt very deeply at this moment, and the seemingly harmless Fan Yize in front of him was definitely an existence that could not be provoked.

Seeing the look in Baburu's eyes, Fan Yize was very satisfied with such a result, he could have dealt with these people from the beginning, but he didn't want to do this.

For the dead, it makes no difference, but for the still alive, he needs a permanent shock.

The battle in the Prime Minister's Office was very fierce, and through the glass, you can see that the soldiers of the Red Turban Army who have captured the Prime Minister's Office are dying rapidly.

At least three snipers aimed at the Prime Minister's Office, and the Red Turban Army in the Prime Minister's Office did not dare to show their heads.

Snipers in the distance show no mercy, even if they hide behind pillars, they will be sniped directly.

The powerful sniper bullet can directly penetrate even the cement pillar with a diameter of 80 centimeters, killing the soldiers of the Red Turban Army hidden behind.

In the direction of the main gate, it has already been captured, and the assault group of four or two, under the cover of sniper fire, has already arrived at the prime minister's office.

These assault groups and snipers in the distance, as if each of them had countless eyes, would be killed as soon as the soldiers of the Red Turban Army showed their heads and opened fire.

Even if you just stretch out your arm and shoot blindly, your arm will be hit by a bullet.

The assault team of two people alternately covers the movement of fire, the fire suppression is very fierce, and the magazine is changed alternately, and the cooperation is very close to ensure continuous fire output and does not give the enemy a chance to suppress.

Rapid fire of movement, that is the minimum standard for entering the Red Alert Special Commando, not to mention that they are all wearing microwave scanners, which can quickly obtain real-time information on the battlefield, and the enemy hidden behind the building bunker has nothing to hide.

These soldiers of the Red Turban Army, although they can be regarded as elite in Tanzambica, also depends on who they compare with, the so-called elite, that is, every time they train, they just shoot a few more bullets, and when it comes to real combat effectiveness, they can't be on the table at all.

The security alert at the Prime Minister's Office was quickly lifted, but there was an exchange of fire everywhere in the entire city of Cassili, and the Red Turbans were almost killed on sight wherever they passed, and the government defense forces of Cassiri were also struggling to resist.