District 9

On the street, Lin Chengdong was already walking forward quickly.

On the left, on the roof of a dilapidated private house, Zhan Nan had already set up an AK, with twenty-five rounds of ammunition left in the gun.

At the door of the third floor, the black man in a suit had already stepped up the steps with the lieutenant colonel. The two were communicating, one on the left and the other on the right.

Lin Chengdong walked quickly to the middle of the road, raised his left arm and waved slightly.

On the roof, after seeing the signal, Zhan Nan had beads of sweat on his forehead and pointed his gun at the guard next to the car.

Lin Chengdong quickened his pace again and came to the side of the motorcade. When a black soldier saw him approaching, he immediately pulled his gun and shouted in Zulu: "Stop!"

Lin Chengdong drew his gun and pulled the trigger at close range.

"Kang!"

This time, the broken gun was very powerful and did not drop the chain. The black soldier's head was half broken and he fell to the ground on the spot.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, all the surrounding eyes were attracted.

Lin Chengdong's body didn't dare to stop at all. He stepped close to the car, rolled up the spray sleeve, raised his arm and pulled the trigger again.

A guard who had just turned around was shot in the waist and fell sideways.

"Da da da……!"

A row of bullets swept over, sending sparks flying from the car in front of Lin Chengdong. He bent down and threw away the no longer bullets.

At the same time, Zhan Nan moved the muzzle of the gun on the roof of the building and shot downstairs, knocking down two or three guards in an instant.

"upstairs!"

"defense!"

"...!"

The black soldiers shouted bird songs and gathered frantically towards the door on the third floor.

Lin Chengdong took advantage of this moment, reached out and picked up the nearest spear, threw it back.

"Snapped!"

A military intelligence officer caught the gun in mid-air, raised his arms, stood in the middle of the road and fired twice.

"Bang!"

The chandelier in front of the door on the third floor shattered, and the surrounding vision became dark.

Lin Chengdong rolled sideways from the ground, reached out to pick up another soldier's firearm, knelt on the ground, pressed the gun body with his left hand, and fired wildly.

The AK is not a sophisticated weapon among rifles, not to mention the mass-produced products in District 4. I don't know which black workshop produced them, so it is extremely uncomfortable to use. The recoil of the gun is large, and the frequency of ricochet and jamming is relatively high, so Lin Chengdong had to press the top of the gun body with his left hand.

Fierce gunfire rang out in the streets, and the opposing soldiers did not know how many attackers there were. Their first priority was to ensure the safety of the boss, so they all retreated indoors.

"Damn it, if you jump down, they won't be able to catch him. They'll block him inside." Zhou Zheng reacted quickly and shouted at Zhan Nan.

After Zhan Nan shot and suppressed the soldiers, he immediately jumped down from the roof of the house, stood in the alley, and continued shooting.

Zhou Zheng ran up behind Lin Chengdong, touched the waist of the soldier whose head was smashed, and found that the soldier didn't even have a pistol for regular duty, let alone a spare magazine.

"Damn it, there's no gun!" Zhou Zheng shouted while hiding behind the car with his head in his hands.

"The second car, go to the second car. There is a machine gun in the car." Lin Chengdong turned around and shouted: "Hurry up, I'm going to run out of bullets!"

Zhou Zheng also has a background in military intelligence. Although it is not a formal system, he has had training experience after all. He bent down and rolled twice on the ground deftly. He came to the back of the second car and saw the vehicle-mounted machine gun hanging on it.

"Oh shit!"

Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the corner of the carriage, trying to climb in. But as soon as he showed his head, two bullets were fired, piercing the iron carriage board on the spot. Zhou Zheng was caught off guard, and a bloody hole was punched in his left arm.

With sweat streaming down his forehead, Zhou Zheng covered his shoulders, turned around and yelled: "Damn it, help me press down a little more, I have to go up."

"Da da da!"

The military intelligence officer in charge of fire cover in the middle of the road switched the AK to automatic mode and swept up the steps frantically. Zhan Nan also kept firing at the back.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhou Zheng grabbed the carriage board with his left hand, stepped on the 22-inch off-road tires with both feet, climbed up and climbed into the carriage with all his strength.

"Da da da……!"

Bullets flew by like a torrential rain above his head. Zhou Zheng lay in the carriage and did not dare to move at all. He only squirmed forward, grabbed the tail of the machine gun, lifted the moisture-proof cloth, and saw a large string of bullets as long as one finger.

At this time, the guards of the Red Scarf Army also came to their senses. They found that this group of sneak attackers had very few firearms and their firepower was quite scattered. Therefore, there were about ten people, ready to press forward.

The vehicle-mounted machine gun is a product of the year before the founding of the People's Republic of China. The model is the Soviet-style PKMB series. This gun type has been eliminated in the modern army for many years, but here it is one of the conventional armaments.

"Wow!"

Zhou Zheng lay down in the truck bed, pulled the gun bolt hard, lay down, holding the handle of the machine gun with both hands, turned the muzzle of the gun and rushed towards the door of the third floor.

"I'm going to nm!"

Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth, pulled the trigger, and started blind scanning.

"Da da da……!"

The machine gun exploded, and the yellow-orange bullet casings flew away in a fixed parabola. A dozen soldiers were about to rush down from the steps, but half of them were swept down in an instant.

"Bang!"

After Zhou Zheng twisted the machine gun for half a turn, the machine gun handle was pushed back by the strong recoil. He was caught off guard and caught the fixed handle with his face. His face was smashed on the spot and his nostrils were bleeding.

"I'm cnm, is this... a gun used by humans?" Zhou Zheng was hit so dizzy that he lay on the side of the car and shouted: "Drive, drive!"

On the street, Zhan Nan walked across, threw away the empty gun that had no bullets, opened the driver's door, bent down and sat on it: "Keep shooting!"

"If the car doesn't move, I don't dare to get up!" Zhou Zheng roared back.

…

Direction to Baku.

A black man in general uniform looked at the Asian man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't think of a reason to help them."

"They are rich and can pay." The man with gold-rimmed glasses replied quickly.

"How much do they pay to let me open fire with the Red Turban Army?" The black man picked up the water glass leisurely and shook his head slowly: "Haha, let's talk about the next cooperation..."

After pondering for a few seconds, the man with gold-rimmed glasses suddenly said, "What if they can provide you with some more advanced ordnance?"

After the black general was silent for a few seconds, he put down his water glass: "What armed force doesn't love ordnance? How much can they give...?!"

…

Inside the city of Mogambi.

Zhan Nan caught fire twice in a row before turning the broken car on. Then he turned the steering wheel, shifted into reverse gear, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Weng!"

The car backed up and hit the front of the car behind it. Zhan Nan lowered his head, turned the steering wheel again, and shifted into forward gear.

"Squeak!"

The vehicle turned around and the rear end was pulled out first.

"Hit!" Zhan Nan roared and fell completely underneath the driver.

"cnm's!"

Zhou Zheng suddenly stood up, holding the machine gun with both hands, his lips were full of blood and swollen like steamed buns, he roared and pulled the trigger.

Gunfire rang out, and the black soldiers blocking the door for cover were massacred.

"Bang!"

Lin Chengdong and the other two smashed the window on the side of the small third floor, bent down and rushed in.