Love and martial arts, and cultivation, and magic all have one thing in common, they are like an egg, if you hold it too tightly, it will break; If you don't handle it well, if you don't have the right strength, it will also shatter. Therefore, no matter what you do, including love, there is a limit, and it is just right to be a person if it is not loose or tight.

- Excerpt from Shock's "Mein Kampf" "Ready, flash bomb out of the way." One, two, three"

There was no time to hesitate, even if there were at least thirty or so people inside, they only had four people. The fighters were silent, the two in front of them took off the flashbangs at their waists, their fingers buckled the pull loops, and the butt of the last warrior in the inverted triangle formation was tightly pressed against his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the scope.

Li Xiong pushed the door hard, and then flashed to the side, the two fighters half-squatted and threw it gently, and the two flashbangs rolled in against the ground. The sound of the flashbang explosion was not loud, a strong light flashed, and the inside was suddenly chaotic like a ghost crying wolf, and the two soldiers in front rushed in with small steps on their waists, Li Xiong and the soldier behind him immediately aimed at the left and right sides when they entered the door, and the four people shouted loudly at the same time.

"When the national security case is handled, everyone lies on the ground and holds their heads in their hands, otherwise there will be no forgiveness."

In the bright light, a disciple who didn't know which sect closed his eyes tightly and roared angrily towards this side, he was confident that as long as he approached the person who broke in, with his years of hard practice, he would definitely not let these bastards have a good time. The two soldiers who knelt on one knee in front of them calmly raised their guns slightly, the trigger was pulled, and a string of slight bullet casings jumped down beside them, and the man's legs splashed with blood, and he fell to the ground fiercely, rolling and wailing with his legs.

More and more people are coming here, flashbangs are effective, but here are the elite who have practiced martial arts for at least decades, and the ability to endure pain is very strong. The gunfire of the two fighters in front of them did not stop, they did not panic, they were always shooting intermittently, maintaining the output of accuracy and lethality as much as possible.

"Change the magazine."

The two in front retreated, and Li Xiong and another soldier knelt on the ground and slid forward, and gunshots rang out in succession. The flashbang didn't last long, and the intense white light that was enough to make a person blind for a short time was fading, and Li Xiong could see the situation in the banquet hall more clearly.

At a glance, there were probably nearly fifty people in the banquet hall, most of them hiding in the curtains close to the walls inside, as far away as possible from the flashbangs. Now there are seven or eight people rushing over, and there are six or seven people lying on the ground, but the positions where they were shot are all in their legs, which is also a special order from Li Xiong, so as not to cause the source of turmoil among the major sects of the martial arts.

"Magazine Reload"

By the time Li Xiong and the others rushed forward again, there was no one in the hall who tried to rush forward again except for wailing. It's just that most of them are staring at them angrily with red and swollen eyes. Some people still hold blades in their hands, different styles, short knives, short swords are the majority, this is the general meeting of the martial arts group, the master of the long weapon will be prepared here, and everyone carries their own gadgets.

"Huang Xuan of the Kongtong faction walked to the middle of the hall, lying on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and the others lay down on the spot, and those who resisted were killed."

Human reactions are governed by the brain, and with the exception of agents who have undergone repeated training, ordinary people have a conditioned reflex called "subconscious". Hearing the shouts of Li Xiong's four people, the dozens of people gathered at the end of the banquet hall turned their eyes to a tall man standing in the back row, this is Huang Xuan, that is, the target person this time, Li Xiong and they immediately understood, and the four of them slowly moved forward with guns.

"You, come out, lie on the ground, and the others squat on the spot."

While moving, Li Xiong shouted repeatedly, it didn't have much effect, and the others just moved a few steps away and let Huang Xuan out, but they didn't squat down according to the instructions here, let alone hold their heads. People who practice martial arts always like to pay attention to the so-called blood, Li Xiong snorted lightly, I don't know how thick the sky is, I really think that the country can't do anything about you! I really thought that flesh and blood could fight bullets and cannons! Childish to the extreme!

The side door had already been sealed by Mo Qingqing who had someone push a bunch of heavy objects from the outside, and someone had tried it, but he had no choice but to give up. Seeing Li Xiong and them getting closer and closer, the rest of the crowd began to stir a little again. A few impulsive ones even showed their weapons and took a few steps forward, looking like they were gearing up.

"Shoot."

Li Xiong said lightly, and there were a few more shots in front of the formation, and the two people who came on their backs immediately fell out, followed by two or three who immediately threw down the weapons in their hands and retreated to the crowd, the whole atmosphere was stagnant, and someone began to squat down at the very edge. Human thinking is always herd, and when one person squats down, one after another begins to squat down.

In the end, only Huang Xuan was left standing upright, and Li Xiong also breathed a sigh of relief. He was very nervous just now, and it was okay to say that he couldn't grasp the target, but it was a big deal to chase him afterwards, and it would be a big trouble for dozens of people over there to rush out. The four of them stopped a few meters away from the squatting man, and they had to give themselves a buffer zone, and the experience of the old soldier was beyond doubt, and Li Xiong swung his gun.

"Huang Xuan, you can't run away, if you don't come out again, we'll shoot."

Huang Xuan's body type is very different from other martial arts practitioners, and he is more similar to a bodybuilding coach. The muscles in his chest are bulging, wearing a suit on him will make people worry about whether it will be broken at any time, his arms are very thick, very thick, his fists are really the size of a bowl, bald, the image is distinct, easy to recognize.

There was indifference in his eyes, maybe with a strong sense of ridicule, and in line with the crowd, Huang Xuan walked forward slowly, taking off his shirt as he walked. Li Xiong felt that the form was not very good, but he couldn't say what the problem was, this person was too swaggering, and there was no panic that he was about to be arrested, and he pointed his gun forward.

"Stand still, stop, stop...... Shoot! ”

Giving the order to shoot is the trick, before the crowd has time to make a noise, the soldiers did not hesitate to carry out the order, a long string of sparks flashed in the air, Huang Xuan roared, the person jumped to the side, stepped on the wall several meters away, his body was at right angles to the wall, and he ran quickly on the wall, throwing the bullet chain behind him.

While running, Huang Xuan's body underwent a huge change. His head elongated, his mouth began to sharpen, his fangs protruded out of his body, his limbs bent and searched, and the dense hairs bulging out all over his body. The crowd could no longer maintain their silence under high pressure, and one by one they rushed to exclaim and flee in all directions.

"Wolves, wolves, werewolves......"

The difference is evident here, in terms of personal force, simple hand-to-hand combat, any person in the crowd can single-handedly pick up Li Xiong, so it's not too easy. However, they have the courage to contend with national security, but they don't have the courage to face the werewolves who are familiar to them and suddenly mutate. The soldiers' bodies trembled slightly, and then they calmed down, and the muzzle of the gun steadily chased Huang Xuan who was running on the wall, whether this man was still Huang Xuan at this moment was not clear.

"You two, take precautions."

Li Xiong also stabilized his mind after a little panic, and took the opportunity to change the magazine, he quickly made an adjustment. The most used advance is the sniper, because the sniper has a fixed position, the measurement of wind speed and distance is more accurate, so it is much easier to calculate the advance amount. In sports warfare, the amount of advance relies on an intuition cultivated by countless live-fire training, and there is no extra time left for anyone to think.

The two soldiers behind heard the sound of the guns moving forward, the two of them cooperated seamlessly, the position was just staggered a little, two bullet chains splashed over, and the wall was suddenly splashed with mud, blocking Huang Xuan's way. For a while, stray bullets flew all over the air and on the floor, frightening the group of elite disciples to find a place to hide, and the smarter ones knew to raise their feet and kick over a table, drag it over to block it, and those who were slow to react simply got under the table.

A disciple didn't know how to run around and hid on the edge of the wall, he didn't catch his breath, a wolf howl above his head, Huang Xuan rushed down, his forelimbs clasped his shoulders, and the fishy smell in the bloody mouth almost smoked this disciple to faint. He held back the pain in his shoulder and shouted desperately.

"Huang Xuan, Huang Xuan, I'm ......"

The werewolf made a deft movement, as strange as a big man with a needle and repairing a beautiful landscape painting. Its body shrank, and its body, which was originally a long distance taller than that disciple, completely hid behind him, and then kicked hard under its feet, pushing the disciple towards Li Xiong and the four of them.

The disciple wanted to struggle, but the pipa bones on his shoulders had already been pierced by the werewolf's sharp claws, and his hands could only hang on the sides and couldn't move at all, and his legs didn't know how the werewolf was restrained, and he couldn't kick out if he wanted to. He was terrified, there were four life-threatening people on the other side, and he didn't care about the blood on his shoulder, so he used his strength to ask for help.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm not in the same league as him."

"One person blocks the top of the head, one pays attention to the sides, shoots."

As the captain of the special operations team, Li Xiong didn't know how many similar scenes he had experienced, and his heart was already as hard as iron. Although the werewolf had cover, its speed was reduced, making it easier for them to aim, and the werewolf's move made the warriors feel much more at ease, at least it showed that it was afraid of bullets, which was a good thing.

After giving a slap order, Li Xiong raised the muzzle of the gun, and the chain of fire instantly swept between the waist and abdomen of the disciple, and the sturdy human body was as fragile as a piece of tissue paper in front of the semi-automatic rifle. When the other warrior fired one after another, the disciple's lower abdomen was immediately torn to pieces by the ammunition, and the werewolf hiding behind it roared angrily, jumped up, and hit the bullet blocking the air, it whimpered, and fell to the ground with a little blood