Talented Genius

"Miss can definitely rescue Miss Han."

When the two women in black showed proud smiles, the old silver-haired man stepped forward and seized the opportunity to compliment:

"The fifteen people who acted tonight are all elites trained by the old man himself for many years, and a few dying gangsters were caught in their hands."

"Ms. Chu deserves to be the most dazzling flower of the Chu family. She did such a beautiful job the first time she led the team. She is absolutely unprecedented."

"Hua Xia officials are mad about them. Now Ms. Chu slaps them easily, and they will definitely not dare to bluff at Chu in the future."

The silver-haired old man smiled brilliantly: "Miss Chu has done a great job tonight."

"Being close to relatives, rushing for thousands of miles, bravely rushing to the top of the mountain, violent bandits, fearless of the plague, fearless life and death."

"Miss Chu is a role model for the Chu family."

The silver-haired old man took out all his skills and flattered: "The Chu family will definitely be proud of the young lady, and the Han will definitely be grateful for her help."

A woman in black also praised: "Miss not only has the courage to ignore the official authority, but also has extraordinary commanding ability, a wizard."

Not to be outdone, the other woman in black gave a thumbs up: "Miss is more than a wizard, she is a genius for a century."

"Even the thorny problem of hijacking by the Chinese military was quickly solved under the hands of the young lady. Isn't it a genius?"

The trio strongly flattered Chu Zijiao, and as for the consequences of sneaking up the mountain, they didn't care at all.

As long as the culprits are killed and people are rescued, Huaxia officials can only praise but not criticize.

Besides, the Chu family has already connected with the Jin family. If there is any minor problem, the Jin family will easily solve it.

Chu Zijiao's indifferent eyes didn't have too many emotional waves: "I am coming tonight, mainly to rescue Han Jing, the rest is not important."

"Yes, it's not important, it's not important, kill, kill hard."

The silver-haired old man echoed doglegally: "You must kill the gangster and rescue Miss Han safely."

"boom!"

Just when Chu Zijiao saw Shun Shun’s mouth slightly tilted in front of him, suddenly an oxygen cylinder was thrown from the third floor and fell into the sky above several converging men.

Then, a bullet shot out from the window.

A group of flames bloomed in the air, and the sound of the huge explosion was instantly deafening.

"what--"

Four or five people in black who felt it screamed, and were immediately overwhelmed by the blast. They struggled hard, but were headshots mercilessly by bullets.

The expressions of the two women in black changed. What happened? The bandits seem to be stronger?

When Chu Zijiao squinted slightly, the old silver-haired man comforted himself: "It must be luck! It must be luck!"

Thinking of this, the four saw that several miniature oxygen cylinders were thrown out on the fourth and fifth floors of the hospital, and then a few more shots shot out from the windows on the third floor.

"Boom boom boom!"

There were three deafening explosions, and the people in black who were about to touch the hospital were overturned by the air wave, and fell to the ground one by one, revealing their positions.

"Da da da!"

The moment the fire flashed, the shots of the submachine gun rang, and the five men in black who fell to the ground shook their bodies suddenly.

They either had their heads or their chests splattered with blood, and then fell back to the ground hard.

"Da da da!"

The submachine gun did not stagnate, it rang very harshly and calmly, and it sounded like a man with excellent marksmanship.

A black-clothed woman who raised her gun and shot at the third floor felt a pain in her head after firing two shots. Her body suddenly leaned back and fell to the ground with a bullet in her eyebrows.

Someone wants to help, shine and get a headshot.

The initial momentum was like a rainbow, but now it is gone. The patient's sense of superiority who had just touched the gun for a few days after the massacre was now defeated by Wei Zhongxin in a mess.

"Be careful! Be careful!"

The old silver-haired man was about to vomit blood when he saw it, and hurriedly shouted: "Find a bunker! Find a bunker."

In fact, there is no need for him to shout at birth. The remaining four men and women in black have already rolled out, looking for shelters to dodge.

But under the current circumstances, it is not that I am weak, but that the enemy is too strong.

Wei Zhongxin's marksmanship can be regarded as world-class. As long as his gunfire sounds, people will always be shot, killed or injured. It is very accurate.

No one can approach the hospital gate.

"Asshole! Why is this thug so powerful?"

The silver-haired old man's eyes were red: "Kill, kill them for me!"

Chu Zijiao coldly said: "This person is not easy." She turned her head slightly: "Old Sun, you are a 7th-Rank master, touch it to solve the other party."

The silver-haired old man hesitated slightly, then nodded: "Understood, the old grandson will be dispatched immediately, and the young lady must pay attention to safety."

There was no expression on Chu Zijiao's face, but he said coldly, "Go."

The silver-haired old man glanced at the hospital in front of him, and then dissipated the aura of flattery just now, and his whole person became sharp, like a knife that broke the ground.

When he bends, he rushes towards the hospital like a rabbit, and after a few jumps, he rushes into the shadows, instantly narrowing the distance between the two sides.

The speed is extremely fast, just a flash.

"Da da da!"

The opponent seemed to have caught the silver-haired old man approaching, and gunfire appeared again on the third floor, and dozens of bullets poured over the silver-haired old man.

The silver-haired old man rolled and moved a few times, quickly avoided the bullet that had been shot, and then rushed into the shadows to continue running. On the way, his right hand was lowered.

A flying knife fell in the palm of his hand.

As long as he was pushed to a distance of 20 meters, the silver-haired old man would have the confidence to kill the powerful gunman on the third floor.

"Boom boom!"

The gunfire sounded again, and seven or eight bullets bit the silver-haired old man in pursuit, and hit him near his heel several times, but they never hurt him.

In this gap, the silver-haired old man once again narrowed the distance, so that he was only 30 meters away from the hospital, and at the same time he turned around to avoid two bullets.

When he ran for another five or six meters, the silver-haired old man suddenly felt a bit numb in his scalp, and a dangerous breath surged into his heart.

However, he did not have time to identify the source of the danger, thinking it was the aim of the powerful gunner on the third floor.

So the old silver-haired man jumped forward, rolled like a civet, and then rose up again, changing his trajectory.

"Boom!"

Things seemed to be as he expected. When he fell and rolled, another five or six bullets hit the ground and bounced a pile of dust.

Twenty-three meters!

Twenty meters!

Fifteen meters!

The silver-haired old man swiftly intruded into the dangerous area of ​​the gunner on the third floor, followed by another roll, taking advantage of the opponent's blind area to be close to three meters.

Twelve meters.

Raise your right hand!

"Wow!"

Flew out with a knife, whizzed through the air!

When the gunman adjusted the angle and fired again on the third floor, the flying knife had disappeared in a flash and went into the window on the third floor where many people in black were shot.

"what--"

A scream sounded from the third floor, followed by a submachine gun shooting into the sky, and then a man with an ice bag tied to his head fell out of the window.

"thump!"

The man with the gun fell into a **** mess, the gun was also released, and he could not die again.

The old silver-haired man was so excited, he waved his hand abruptly: "Get it done!"

Just when Chu Zijiao and the others in the camp showed a sense of excitement, a muzzle came out from a window on the first floor. The gunman was Wei Zhongxin.

"Bang! Bang!"

Pulling the trigger, a distance of more than ten meters, is really nothing to Wei Zhongxin.

The silver-haired old man was quite good, he smelled danger when the muzzle was locked on him, his entire body was horrified, and his conditioned reflex generally fell back.

At the same time, the body tumbling, quickly avoided the vital point, but failed to completely avoid the child.

"flutter!"

A bullet shot into his shoulder, and one grazed his waist, spattering two bursts of blood.

But the silver-haired old man didn't care about the pain, he gritted his teeth and rolled sideways, hiding behind a flower bed.

Almost just after moving away, another seven or eight bullets came over, banging on the ground, and exploding a pile of rocks.

"Damn! It's a hit!"

The silver-haired old man quickly made a judgment. The powerful gunner on the third floor was afraid that he would have replaced him early. He changed to a rookie to attract himself. He hid in the dark and shot.

The purpose is to kill this master himself.

Thinking of this, the silver-haired old man evacuated quickly so as not to fall into the trap and be unable to get out. He attacked quickly and escaped very quickly.

After several tumbling, ups and downs, and avoiding a few bullets, he withdrew to the main road in front of the camp, and distanced himself from the hospital...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At this moment, the lights were brilliant, and several jeeps rushed over. At the same time, a shot came out of the car window and shot him in the calf.

The silver-haired old man dodges again and again, except for two bullets, but can't avoid the third bullet.

"flutter!"

A canopy of blood shot from his calf, and the old silver-haired man felt a sharp pain, groaned, and fell to the ground...

Before he was struggling to get up, Ye Tianlong had already jumped out of the car window and put a gun on his head in a cold tone:

"do not move!"