Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ...... Under the night sky, Zi Jian drew a straight flight path and flew towards the yacht one after another.

"Okay, it's still tracer bullets, it's more fun this way!" Luo Chong shouted excitedly.

A tracer bullet is a cannonball or bullet with a luminescent chemical at its tail that drags out red, yellow, or white light when fired, and is used to correct the trajectory or guide the target.

For example, where does the non-luminous bullet hit the yacht, in the night, no matter how good Luo Chong's eyesight is, it is difficult to see clearly, this tracer bullet drags a long light tail, just like a jī beam, you can clearly tell Luo Chong, you shoot me there and feel that the trajectory is wrong, the shooter can control the machine gun and correct it slightly. As far as the yacht in front of him is concerned, the overall length is more than 20 meters, which can be said to be a behemoth, relying on a heavy machine gun to tear it apart a little bit, it is unrealistic, even if it can be done, Luo Chong did not prepare so many bullets. Therefore, it has become the best choice to focus on attacking its cockpit. Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ...... Bubbles flapped a pair of small wings and hovered over the side of the machine gun, a pair of small hands holding the feeding chain.

In fact, this machine gun is equipped with a relatively advanced decentralizable bullet chain, which does not need to be helped, and the ammunition supply state is also very stable.

In the sound of strafing, there was also her whining and screaming, a pair of small feet were obviously suspended in the air, and she couldn't step on anything, and she was also very restless and stepped on the spot, constantly swinging, showing the excitement at this moment.

Looking at the yacht again, through the trajectory correction of tracer bullets, except for the dozen rounds in front, all the sub-bombs in the back started to go crazy against the cockpit.

Those layers of composite of the cabin shell are 12.7mm

The Caliber bullets penetrated easily, without much less power, and rushed into the hold destroying everything they could touch.

Bang bang bang bang...... Bang Bang Bang ......

It was like a tornado blowing in the cabin, and under the terrifying impact of the bullets, many things were torn apart, shattered, and scattered fragments flew everywhere.

The driver was torn apart by a bullet and had already lay down, and the console was also smashed into a pile of tatters by several bullets, and sparks sparked in the sneering jī

In the living room on the first floor of the cabin, a middle-aged man lay under the sofa, holding his head and not daring to move, the fragments of the hull shattered by the quilt splashed on his body, although it was not too harmful, it hurt him a few times and made him grin and snort miserably. Sudden Sudden Sudden ...... More than 200 rounds of bombs were tilted in the blink of an eye, the hull of the yacht was no longer in shape, the control system in the cockpit was completely destroyed, the power system stopped working, and the huge hull full of holes could only float slowly on the surface of the sea with a little bit of inertia remaining. Go get someone, if anyone is still alive. Luo Chong put the heavy machine gun into the soul devouring space, ran up to the rocky dock with the G36K short assault rifle gun, and slowly approached the two yachts. Bubbles took a pistol and flew to the yacht with the tail blown up......

On the other side, more than a hundred meters away, Dalong and the white ghost didn't care about the explosions on the other side of the dock and the roar of the heavy machine guns.

You are a win-or-lose outcome.

In contrast, as a martial artist, Da Long, has a certain routine in palm and footwork, even if it is a dangerous life-and-death struggle, the rhythm of the action is still rhythmic, quite calm.

The white ghost is the army's fighting skills, there are no routines and rules at all, except for some technical things, that is, it is fast, accurate and ruthless, aiming at the enemy's vital points, and killing as much as possible.

So far, the white ghost has not been touched by the dragon, but he has hit the dragon twice.

But the big dragon's skin was hard and fleshy, and these two blows were avoided by him and he avoided the vital parts, and hit him hard with his shoulder and left arm respectively, which could hardly constitute any harm to him.

The white ghost is very cautious, and knows very well in his heart that this is not a competition in the ring, and the results will be calculated based on the number of hit points, and it doesn't matter how many times he hits him, what matters is whether he can disintegrate the opponent's combat power.

The impact of his own punches and kicks, the other party can withstand it, but it seems that if he is slapped by his pair of big slaps, it is likely to be a fatal serious consequence.

Swish!

The moment the two of them staggered, the white ghost's palm was like a knife, and it was inserted into the throat of the great dragon, if it could be inserted, it would be enough to end the battle at this point.

Of course, the white ghost still has a strength, not a desperate blow, if it can hit him, this force will be released without reservation, if it can't hit, this force will turn to the leg, quickly dodge the opponent's counterattack.

Between desperate fighting, there is no room for much thought, everything can only rely on combat instinct, if you are right, you will live, if you are wrong, you will die, there is no too complicated reason.

The white ghost's killing move, in the eyes of the big dragon, was waiting for a missed opportunity. Piercing the throat with the palm, such a killing move, there is exactly one in the palm technique that I practiced, how many years, when I exchanged tricks with the master, I don't know if I have practiced it hundreds of times, thousands of times.

An incomparably familiar feeling, Dalong only needed to flash sideways with a habitual reaction action, letting the white ghost's right palm rub his neck, and then, with a slight swing of his right shoulder, hit his forearm, this interference could make the other party's movement coherence appear a trace of pause that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

It was also taking advantage of this pause that the big dragon reached out with his left palm, patted him under the white ghost's armpit, and pushed him out of the ground.

If in the eyes of a layman, on the surface, it looks like a white ghost wanted to poke Da Long's neck, but was quickly pushed away by Da Long's reaction, no one should be able to hurt anyone. But it was this push that made the white ghost take a few steps back, and then he staggered under his feet, his face changed miserably, and his upper body twitched uncontrollably.

The moment he was slapped in the armpit by the big dragon's palm, the white ghost chuckled in his heart, but after being hit, he didn't feel that the opponent's strength was too lethal, and just pushed himself back.

Following this force, the white ghost retreated extremely quickly, trying to distance himself and dodge the dragon's next continuous attacks in time.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps!

But after taking four steps back, his upper body suddenly twitched, as if he had mistaken his breath, not only the muscles in his waist and abdomen, but even his internal organs twisted together.

Then, he saw the dragon rush up with an arrow step, and the wide palm of his hand slapped towards him.

"It's over!"

This is the most reluctant ideology of the white ghost, he wants to dodge, but because of the strange convulsions that suddenly appeared between his waist and abdomen, his reaction is slowed down.

When a master fights, a slower beat means ......

Boom!

With a muffled sound, he was slapped on the forehead by Dalong with a palm.

The boundless darkness suddenly struck, and the white ghost lost all consciousness.

But he is not dead, the big dragon palm is fierce, but it is not exaggerated to the extent that in martial arts novels, he can smash other people's skulls with one palm, but he just fainted

Boom

...

The big dragon squatted down and tied his arms tightly with the clothes on the white ghost's body, almost breaking one of his arms. Then he wrapped his pants around his ankles, and then, like dragging his luggage, the dragon grabbed the white ghost's ankle and dragged him backwards towards the docks.

The reason for this is not that he doesn't dare to kill, but that Da Long vaguely noticed through the chat between him and Luo Chong that the boss seemed to prefer to capture the enemy alive rather than kill them on the spot. Then send such a trophy to the boss. Yes, Luo Chong has never said such things to Da Longming, but because Da Long is rough on the outside, but delicate on the inside, it is purely his own 'feeling' on the dock side, Luo Chong jumped onto the first yacht with an assault rifle. Before the yacht could leave the dock, the stern was blown up by a rocket, and the propeller did not turn at all. The side of the boat was less than two meters from the edge of the pier, and Luo Chong could jump over it with a slight leap.

There was a bloody corpse on the aft deck, apparently dead from the explosion, and both legs were missing. Bubbles flew over and said to Luo Chong: "There is a guy in the cockpit, wearing a white suit, with a scar on his face, and a silver pistol in his left hand. ”

Through her description, Luo Chong also knew that this guy was the gang boss Hong Biao. captured his two younger brothers alive on the farmhouse, and after their souls were devoured, through their life memories, how could they not know the appearance of the boss.

"Hong Biao, come out!"

Luo Chong pointed his gun at the cockpit and fired a few shots.

Hong Biao, who was hiding inside, was so frightened that he shuddered, because these few bullets pierced the bulkhead and landed at his feet, and it was obvious that the people shouting outside had already known where he was hiding.

"Shoot or kill!"

Luo Chong shouted again: "Otherwise, the next few bullets will fall on you after passing through the wall." One of them, I promise, will definitely give you a headshot. ”

Luo Chong couldn't see Hong Biao, but according to the guidance of the bubble, firing a few shots at a certain position in the bulkhead, it was of course easy to kill Hong Biao.

The walls of the cabin are only insulated and soundproofed, and can be easily penetrated by rifles and bullets.

A few seconds later, there was a loud noise in the cockpit, and Luo Chong could hear that it should be Hong Biao who threw away the gun.

Sure enough, the hatch opened, and Boss Hong Biao, who was dressed in a white suit, raised his hand in surrender and walked out slowly.

"Get down!"

Luo Chong pointed his gun at him.

Hong Biao thought that Luo Chong was some kind of special police officer, and he would not casually kill the criminal suspects who had given up resistance. Luo rushed over, kicked him unconscious, and immediately grabbed the soul devouring space.

From beginning to end, Hong Biao failed to say a word.

Then, Luo Chong unhurriedly entered the cockpit and picked up the pistol that Zhao Hong threw to the ground.

"Desert Eagle?"

Luo Chong shook his head and smiled, muttering in his heart: "There are really people who are willing to use this kind of pistol." ”

The Desert Eagle, a well-known pistol, is especially popular in novels and games, but in reality, the collectible value of this gun far outweighs its practicality, and it is okay to play with it once in a while.

Anyway, Luo Chong, who has become an expert in guns, doesn't like this kind of handgun, but he can give it to Dalong. The external dimensions of this gun, held in his big bear paws, are really a good match.