Talented Genius

"Be careful!"

Seeing their companions falling to the ground with blood on their heads, Fat Dog and Shekov froze for a moment, then immediately reacted and fell to the ground for the first time.

There was no panic on their faces, only the utterly sordid, screaming shouts: "Hurry up, hide away."

The two kept rolling, looking for a safe shelter.

Chen Xiufei was taken aback for a moment, bent down instinctively, and pulled out the short gun for the first time. Then she realized something and rolled back.

She did not organize and command, nor did she counterattack, but stayed away from the battlefield.

"Boom boom!"

The gunfire suddenly exploded and burst, covering up the sound of wind and snow.

Six sniper rifles and eighteen submachine guns fired at the same time, with the same killing intent and different targets. This momentum gave people a feeling of destruction.

Yan Pobei and the others came prepared, and they were familiar with the terrain in advance. The first encounter was even more than twenty-four people, so they immediately took advantage.

The bullets bloomed one by one in the wind and snow, like fireworks one after another, and the heads of seven or eight enemies bloomed and fell to the ground.

The blood bleached the snow so shockingly.

A group of death squads and the Thirteen Leagues, who were beginning to be beaten up, finally reacted the next moment, hurriedly organizing counterattacks, but only 30% of the number remained.

confusion! bloody! violence!

The sound of wind and snow, screams, screams, sniper rifles, pistols, rushing, all kinds of sounds mixed together.

On weekdays, the rarely crowded places became lively, a tragic scene, the enemy trapped by Yan Pobei with a sniper rifle could not escape.

"Woo-"

A child of the 13th League driving a truck subconsciously stepped on the gas pedal, and the car rushed forward like a sharp arrow. The open door also summoned his companions.

One person jumped into the car with a slight impulse reflex, but as soon as his head touched the seat, a bullet pounced into his thigh.

"what--"

He fell from the seat with a scream, and the wound on his thigh was torn by the bullet, and red blood was flowing wantonly.

He grabbed the snow and tried to hold back the severe pain, but there was another sharp noise, and a bullet exploded his head.

"boom!"

The truck that was trying to seize the road suddenly swayed when the body shook, and the right tire banged and burst, emitting a burning smell.

Then, the truck lost control and rushed to the side of the road, and flew out more than ten meters obliquely. The car deformed and the windows shattered.

Several large boxes were thrown out, revealing the outline of several rocket launchers.

The retreating Chen Xiufei narrowed her eyes slightly, and locked on a short and fat figure approaching Gatling...

"flutter!"

When the driver of the 13th League climbed out of the car with a muffled hum, three fierce bullets slammed into it. With a crisp sound, the driver's head shook and blood spattered.

Afterwards, he fell heavily on the snow, his eyes widened and he did not breathe.

The inspired Yan's sniper shot even more desperately.

"Don't keep one."

At the same time, the eighteen Yan's elite changed into submachine guns, followed Yan Po to the north and approached the car, preparing to kill the enemy at close range later.

Shekov, who had nowhere to escape, hid behind the van, brandishing his gun and yelling: "Shoot, kill them!"

No one thought that there would be an attack tonight, let alone that the firepower of the ambushers was so powerful that most of their manpower would be abolished in a single encounter.

Shekov fired almost circular sniper firepower, with a rare look of ferocity on his face: "Kill! Kill them!"

The remaining ‘death squads’ carried submachine guns, hidden behind the trucks and vans, and stubbornly shot around.

Shekov also fired at the distance where the gunfire flashed, but he didn't get the screams he wanted. There is no doubt that the distance between the two sides is too far.

"Fat dog! Fat dog!"

Shekov also found that the fat dog had disappeared. He looked around and saw only five children of the 13th League shooting, but no trace of the fat dog.

He dissipated the thought of the other party flying out of the encirclement, wondering if the fat dog accidentally died?

This is really capsize in the gutter!

Although Shekov did not know who the attacker was or where the other party obtained the transaction information, he knew that he was in danger.

This kind of merciless act of assaulting the two parties clearly shows the rhythm of the death of the fish and the breaking of the net. He likes killing others, but does not like being killed.

So while shooting bullets into the distance, he took out a satellite phone to call for support.

Five kilometers away, there are ten of his companions. Not only are they powerful in combat, they also have powerful heavy firepower weapons in their hands.

Afterwards, Shekov yelled at the remaining subordinates: "Go to the truck to assemble heavy weapons, go to assemble heavy weapons."

Tonight's two vehicles of weapons, in addition to ordinary guns, there are Bazooka and Gatling, as long as they are assembled, the situation will change.

Several Xiongguo men moved to the big truck.

"flutter!"

Just as Shekov yelled at the phone, a stray bullet hit his shoulder, and Shekov was overturned on the spot and fell heavily to the ground.

"what--"

When Shekov was clutching his shoulders and grunting on the ground, Yan Pobei was already carrying eighteen elites, holding submachine guns and pressing forward silently.

They had locked the enemy's hiding position long ago, and pulled the trigger indifferently. As the gunfire continued to sound, the heads of the four enemies blossomed.

The two enemies who assembled Gatling also screamed and fell in a pool of blood.

Yan Pobei also faced a van in the distance, and relentlessly swept out a shuttle bullet.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the flames soared into the sky, and the three enemies hidden behind and the corpses on the ground were torn apart on the spot.

Heat waves hit people!

In the flames, the two sides began to smash, bullets filled the open space, and the conflict further escalated.

Yan Pobei shot down a bear country man with a single shot, and a group of three covered each other and pushed forward, leaving no way for this group of people to survive.

He talked to Mai on his shoulder, and said coldly: "Don't leave one."

As soon as this instruction came out, the Yan's elite, whether it was advancing or covering, poured out the bullet again.

"Boom boom!"

The gunfire suddenly reached an unprecedented level of intensity, densely packed, and bullets roared everywhere.

The remaining enemies were soon unable to hold them, and got out of the bunker and quickly evacuated.

They just ran more than ten meters away, and were headshots by snipers. They all fell on the cold snow, full of grief and unwillingness.

Sneak attack and enhanced attack were still a sniper-based ambush, which was impossible to fight. In less than 15 minutes, the two sides of the transaction were almost wiped out.

There were corpses all over the floor, the flames filled the scene, and the scene was bloody.

Shekov was shot in the shoulder by a bullet, neither minor nor serious, but the injury restricted his movement.

"Want to run? Not that easy!"

When Shekov endured the pain to evacuate, Yan Pobei had already exploded at Shekov.

No one can run tonight.