The strongest security guard for a female president

Chapter 557

After a while of flying around, the surrounding area immediately became quiet.

"Zhang, let your dog go and have a look." Andrew shouted loudly.

Zhang Zhiming didn't even ask the dog king's opinion, and said coldly, "You have so many mercenaries under your command, what are you keeping?"

Hearing this, the grumpy Andrew almost gave Zhang Zhiming a shot. Going to check the situation is obviously a dangerous job. Don't let the hounds go, let my people go. Are my mercenaries not as good as your dogs?

At this time, Zhang Zhiming cast his cold eyes over him, and Andrew, who had a thousand words in his stomach, suddenly became speechless.

"Okay, it's up to you, you, go and have a look."

The mercenary who was named had a bitter expression on his face, but he approached obediently.

Step by step to the ambush point, the mercenary could see that there was a dug foxhole on the opposite side, which was the same as the one that attacked the scene before. He didn't talk nonsense and threw a grenade into it.

With a "boom", several gun fragments flew out, only the gun flew out, no stumps?Andrew, who had been paying attention to the situation with his binoculars, couldn't help but frowned. He didn't know that the assault rifle that fired just now was just a mechanism without seeing the silk thread on the trigger.

Just as the mercenary in front made a safety gesture, there were a few bursting sounds from a distance. Seeing several cluster grenades flying over from a distance, Andrew must say that the MMP in his heart must be said.

Bai Zifan, who was hiding behind a few small trees next to him, looked at the chaotic crowd happily, pierced the tires with iron nails to force the parking team, and used the mechanism to make the assault rifle fire automatically, just to buy time.

No mortar was captured before, but Bai Zifan obviously couldn't help it. He pressed a few small trees to the ground, put the bundled cluster grenades on them and ejected them.

Although the range and accuracy are incomparable with regular mortars, Bai Zifan has no idea of ​​completely annihilating the enemy in one go.

Unlike the chaotic mercenaries who were looking for concealment everywhere, those guys in the temple were all on horseback, and they didn't even plan to dodge.

Watching a cluster grenade fall towards him, Zhang Zhiming raised his hand and shot a steel ball, hitting the cluster grenade.

Another cluster grenade was also whipped away by a temple warrior.

There was no loss on the side of the temple, but the mercenaries were out of luck, especially when a cluster grenade hit the off-road vehicle. After the explosion, a large box of bullets on the vehicle was killed. The grenade fragments, bullets, and car fragments formed The metal storm directly tore the three nearby mercenaries into pieces.

"Damn it! Zhang Zhiming, why don't you help!" Andrew asked angrily.

If someone from the temple came to fly the cluster grenade just now, they wouldn't have suffered such a heavy loss.

With a cold snort, Zhang Zhiming didn't bother to answer, and gestured, and the temple warrior rushed over immediately.

"Sir, they don't treat us as their own at all!" A mercenary complained.

"Stop talking nonsense, send two vehicles to support, the others will take care of the wounded, stay on guard, don't be attacked again, the Orientals are very cunning."

After letting go of a few small trees, Bai Zifan turned his head and ran away without even looking at the results of the battle.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes behind him, Bai Zifan rushed a few steps, then stopped suddenly, turned around and stared coldly at the black cloaks who kept approaching him.

Countless colleagues in the temple have proved Bai Zifan's combat effectiveness with their own lives. Naturally, the few black cloaks did not dare to be careless. While clenching the weapons in their hands, the spurs on the heels of their shoes kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and the speed soared again.

Today, when mechanization has long been popularized, it was the first time for Bai Zifan to face the cavalry, and it was at this moment that Bai Zifan truly realized the horror of the cavalry.

In close combat, the samurai on horseback are more flexible than the samurai on the motorcycle and have stronger strength and higher combat effectiveness.

Bai Zifan, who dared to single out the guy and the tank, felt a little bit of palpitation.

When the black cloaks were ten meters away from him, Bai Zifan picked up his right foot, and a rope buried under the floating soil flew out, and Bai Zifan grabbed it in his hand and pulled it hard.

The rope suddenly drew closer and changed direction at a steel drill deeply inserted into the ground. On the ground in front of the black cloaks, a tripping rope suddenly popped out.

The tripping rope appeared too suddenly, even if the black cloaks reacted, the horses galloping at full speed could not stop, one by one was tripped, and the knights above were thrown out violently.

The huge force on the rope made Bai Zifan unsteady on his horse, and he staggered a few steps sideways, and above his head, the black cloaks who were so arrogant just now flew out screaming one by one.

But they are the elites of the temple after all, and none of them are weak players, either flipping in the air to offset the impact, or resorting to heavy kung fu to hit the ground hard.

With a cold snort, Bai Zifan leapt up and went straight up to a height of more than four meters. When he fell, he stepped hard on the back of the black cloak that was just flying over.

With a crisp sound, the unlucky guy's spine was directly crushed by Bai Zifan, and he wailed and fell to the ground.

With the strength of his feet, Bai Zifan raised his height again and flew towards another target.

Zhang Fengming came here this time to bring Bai Zifan's head back to the temple to get promoted and get rich. Seeing that Bai Zifan came to die on his own initiative, he let out a long roar in excitement, pulled out the revolver in his waist and directly pulled the trigger.

As an organization of warriors, the members of the temple are all skilled in martial arts, and only focus on their own cultivation, not to mention firearms, even strange weapons are rarely used, but Zhang Fengming is obviously an outlier among them.

Bai Zifan didn't expect that the temple had "degenerated" to such an extent. He took a deep breath, and using the Kung Fu of the Thousand-Jin Fall, the height immediately dropped a bit, avoiding the two flying bullets.

The surprise attack failed, Zhang Fengming snorted coldly, stretched his waist, his legs spun like a windmill, forcibly changed the direction of flight, and landed directly on the ground.

As soon as he landed on the ground, Bai Zifan rushed over, and at the same time used his own Apparatus, from the front of Zhang Fengming to behind him, and punched the cervical spine.

Zhang Fengming seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, his arm was bent, and his elbow immediately hit him backwards. At the same time, a steel thorn pierced his elbow directly and stretched out.

Bai Zifan was also unambiguous, and immediately changed his move. He stretched out his fist and grabbed the piercing steel thorn, pulled it hard, and pulled out the steel thorn, while Zhang Fengming in front of him also uttered a miserable scream.

Looking at the steel thorn with blood on the tail in his hand, Bai Zifan was stunned.

(End of this chapter)