The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 36 Chasing and Killing
Li Ang followed Patrick all the way to the manor of the Mafia family, parked the car before the entrance of the trail, jumped up to the treetops alone, and waited for Patrick to get off the car in the shadows.

Aiming, shooting, and hitting, the whole process is smooth and smooth, with gear-like fit and precision, without any deviation or error.

Like a bone-chilling river flooding his head, Patrick lost control of his body and staggered forward uncontrollably
Two steps, and finally fell down weakly, the brown pupils lost their spirit like the five beauty elements drawn by a frustrated painter on the street.

The panic gradually spread. On the co-pilot's seat of the helicopter hovering in mid-air, the observer wearing transparent windshield goggles suddenly realized something, and manipulated the searchlight to sweep through the dense and verdant forest below.

This helicopter is the first generation of dedicated armed helicopters developed by the Miri Design Bureau of the Soviet Union, named M-24, and its NATO code name may be more familiar: Hind.

The Hind gunship was developed in the late 60s and was equipped with troops in the 70s. It was the gunship with the most advanced concept at that time. It was exported to more than 30 countries including Afghanistan, Vietnam, Algeria, Angola, Cuba, and India. The Afghanistan War and the Iran-Iraq War, even today, are still equipped by countries, and they are reliable weapons that have been tested by the flames of war.

This doe is a non-weapon castrated version bought by Richard Sapa on the grounds of "collection" at a foreign air show a few years ago. Smuggled and smuggled prohibited weapons such as GUV-8700 machine guns and S-5 rocket launchers back to Gotham, assembled them in their own manor, and usually parked in the barn’s disguised hangar. , can take off immediately.

The pale light beam projected by the Hind helicopter illuminated the scenery. Li Ang inserted the pistol back into his waist, pressed the rough bark with the palm of his latex glove and slowly descended. dark corner.

The gangsters watched their compatriots die at gunpoint in a daze, and then hurriedly picked up their guns and swept them into the darkness. The fire was shining, and a series of bullets hit the gravel path in vain.

"What it is?!"

The gunmen looked at each other, and in their line of sight, they only saw a black figure that appeared to be human but not human, flashing into the dense forest from a distance to hide.

Li Ang took a long breath, and with a ghostly figure, he walked quietly through the woods and quickly approached the gunner array.

"Thermal Imager!"

The helicopter observer slapped his head, took out a plastic box from his feet, opened the box and took out the thermal imaging telescope inside.

The infrared detector and the optical imaging objective lens work together to reflect the infrared radiation energy distribution pattern of the dense forest below to the photosensitive element, and finally convert the electrical signal into a visible light image.

In the narrow display screen, the thermal image of the dense forest can be seen at a glance. The pupils of the observer suddenly contracted, and he picked up the walkie-talkie at his waist and shouted: "Be careful, he is coming towards you!"

This reminder came too late.

Li Ang shot out from the shadows of the trees, pulled out two Glock 19s, and poured bullets at the crowd. In an instant, the guns fired in a string, and countless scarlet blood flowers bloomed.

In the United States, Parabellum 9mm pistol bullets can be sold on the shelves of large shopping malls just like daily necessities such as shampoo and soap, and the price is quite close to the people. If it is a brand name, the price can be even lower. If it is at a flea market, it is even possible to buy a whole hundred rounds at a cabbage price of $3.99. Of course, they are old bullets produced more than ten or twenty years ago.

It is extremely ironic to say that copper shell bullets can ruthlessly cut through flesh and blood, and its high efficiency is far better than the swords, guns, swords and halberds that people have been using for thousands of years, but the price is so low.

After a breath, the fifteen rounds of the two Glock 19 magazines were all empty. Li Ang threw the pistol into the sky, and drew a sharp knife from his waist to slash at the enemy.

In his eyes, these gangsters are like headless chickens, unorganized and disciplined, they don’t know how to weave the axis of firepower immediately when they are attacked, the firepower covers the sector and the area of ​​responsibility, there is no preparation plan and emergency response plan, and there is no evacuation route And the backup attack position, and even report the enemy's firepower axis and shooting range to the action leader in sequence, and then the team leader can analyze the situation according to the personnel report and decide to suppress the firepower.

The throat that was brewing with screams was cut sharply, and the finger that pulled the trigger was crushed by the handle of the axe. After all, these people are just gangsters who bully the weak and fear the hard. They deal with the city civilians who have no resistance all day long. Like maggots sucking the flesh and blood of modern society, how can such scum, such scum, expect them to have extremely high fighting qualities?

The so-called Italian mafia and Russian gangsters in Gotham look vicious and suck blood, but they are actually a bunch of trash. If they really want to fight, let alone the elite special operations team that came down from the fierce battlefield, it is the Gotham police department The SWAT special police can easily kill them after letting go of the restraint.

Even, Leon felt that under the same conditions, 100 mafia thugs may not be as capable as 50 rednecks in rural Texas. The black sorghum of "poison magic weapon" is equal - this is a true thing, many black African middle and low-level warlords have so far believed that rifles are the witch weapons of white shamans.
The raincoat on Li Ang's body was covered with a layer of blood, but now it was covered with scarlet again. The pitch-black mask on his face was alluring and silent, and the empty eye sockets were deep and boundless, like a tunnel leading directly to the netherworld.

The mafia gunman's weak counterattack was not taken seriously by Li Ang at all. He could roughly estimate the opponent's shooting angle the moment the enemy's finger pulled the trigger, and he could avoid the enemy by moving around a little bit. Random shooting - these thugs only know how to aim roughly and then empty the bullets in one breath, and don't care whether they can hit people or not.

This kind of rough tactic relying on a large number of people may be effective in ordinary street fights, but it is useless in front of Li Ang, who is ahead of them in terms of dynamic vision and body coordination.

When the two Glock 19 pistols fell from the air and fell back into Li Ang's hands with precision, all the gunmen fell to the ground.

Li Ang unloaded the pistol magazine with a blank face, reloaded it, and then bent down to wipe the blood on the armor-piercing knife and hand ax with the collar of some poor fellow who was not dead.

The pilot of the helicopter circling in the sky was completely dumbfounded. It wasn't until Li Ang raised his head and looked directly at the searchlight with a treacherous face that he suddenly realized, and roared sharply to the rear: "Machine gun ready!"

(End of this chapter)