A 30,000-ton destroyer, you say it’s a fishing boat?

Chapter 193 A pot of porridge!

pain!
It hurts so much!
As an intelligence officer, Oda Jinlin has dealt with some people.

Many methods have been used, including car accidents.

Disguise it as a car accident.

If you can't hit someone to death at once, the best way is to run over the target one by one with the front and rear wheels.

The best position is the pelvic area!
That bone looks very hard, but in fact it is extremely fragile due to its structure.

Also, the bladder and large intestine are present there.

After being run over, some of the urine in the bladder and feces in the large intestine will enter the blood vessels!
Contaminated blood!
The driver then got out of the car and called a car for treatment, and took him to the hospital, where he made a painful confession.

This person will be declared dead because of failure to rescue in time!
The insurance purchased for the vehicle will go through the process.

Once the process is complete, it’s perfect!

Xiaotian Jinlin personally tried it once. When the client was rescued in the hospital, he was very happy!
But now...it doesn't hurt anymore! !
My butt has no feeling!
He struggled to turn around, only to see the Kuafu armor with one foot right on his back.

In the armor.

Mo Yu lowered his head and glanced at Lao Liu at his feet, then subconsciously crushed him with his foot.

The next second, a loud sound came from the mouth below.

But this sound of Ba Ga turned into Xi Ba in the next moment!

Swearing words in tandem.

In a dark and closed room, even the sound of water spraying from a sprinkler is very clear.

With a sigh, Mo Yu raised his legs and moved his big feet to the back of the person under his feet.

Press down again.

With this kick, this man will die beyond death.

Bending down and pushing aside the pile of debris, Mo Yu saw the M200 at a glance.

It was the desert camouflage skin that only cost 200 yuan to get in the game. Mo Yu looked at the gun in his hand happily.

Unlike other guns.

There is a very obvious serial number mark on the barrel of this gun.

His eyes fell on the dead man at his feet again, and he thought of the Baga and Xiba that this guy scolded before he died.

Mo Yu couldn't help but give Lao Liu a thumbs up.

He has framed at least several countries!
After hanging up the M200, Mo Yu continued to walk through the room based on the map of the West District in his memory.

If you encounter a wall, just punch through it.

If you can't penetrate it, go around it.

After a while, he saw the main entrance of the west gate.

After checking the door to confirm that there were no booby traps or living people, he retreated into the darkness.

Head towards the north gate.

The gunfire there was the most intense.

North Gate!

Cultural district!
At this moment, people from all directions were fighting into a pot of porridge.

At first, it was just security personnel and people who jumped out of nowhere.

Then, those animals who dared to play RPG indoors had their butts stolen!

The security personnel didn't have time to be happy yet.

Their butts were also stolen!
Moreover, the person who stole their butts really looked like they were coming out of their butts!
It stinks like hell!

Surrounded by front and rear, security personnel and people playing mines and RPGs indoors got together.

"Let's discuss it? How about a ceasefire first?" the security team was the first to speak.

I originally thought it was just a cutscene, but it turned out that the cutscene was more intense than the war feature films I had seen.

He quickly stuffed a piece of ammunition into the RPG barrel and fired it directly forward without aiming.

Regardless of the effect, Chris rolled his body sideways and hid in a corner.

I tried to identify the source of the sound and found it was the security team of the expo.

He shouted loudly: "Can this cease fire?"

In the security team, a man who looked like the captain took the time to shoot left and right.

Then he immediately lay down.

Then more than a dozen bullets flew over his head.

His head shrank and he said quickly:
"I said we two should deal with the others together! It's not a big deal if both of us get beaten!"

"We're almost out of bullets!" "What about you?"

Chris turned to look at his companion, who stretched out his hand to pull open his clothes and put on the equipment with six magazine slots.

One magazine left.

Heavy firepower, there is still a 200 mine left!
Taking a deep breath, Chris spoke with standard British tactics gestures.

"You left me right!"

Seeing the gesture, the companions pointed their guns at the people coming in from the north gate.

This group of birdmen is a standard tactical team, belonging to the turtle class.

It has been advancing unhurriedly.

We must find a way to suppress these people.

The security captain could see the tactical gestures here very clearly.

With an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes, he quickly called on his teammates to fight back against the other group of people.

These damn American soldiers!
Even if these people are not from America, they must be related to America!
Because their equipment belongs to America!
Once this is resolved, all the security team can be mobilized to deal with them.

As the king's security team, they naturally have two skills.

In a group of three, two people shoot with suppression and one person shoots accurately.

The 9mm mp5 bullet hit and shot out clouds of dust on the wall.

The ejected bullet fell to the ground, smashed the floor tiles, and then bounced away.

For a moment, the "America" ​​soldier on the opposite side was suppressed.

At this moment.

People from all directions started fighting strangely in a straight line, at a distance of more than 100 meters.

after awhile.

Chris crept up behind the security team.

Put the MON-200 anti-infantry mine on your back behind the counter.

Upon seeing this, his companions quickly put away their guns and hid in various corners.

He grabbed the nearest table, chair and bench and covered his head with it.

The next second, Chris, who was already hiding, fired the anti-infantry mine.

boom!
The security captain only heard a loud noise, and then he lost consciousness.

Opposite, the "America" ​​soldiers were preparing to evacuate to capture this time's target.

But not before they took action.

They saw a ball of flame rushing towards them.

Before they even had time to scream, the dozen or so people in this team were engulfed head-on by the shock wave and flames.

Opposite them, the base plate of an anti-infantry mine flew out.

Flying past three squads in Royal Air Service uniforms.

Shaking their dizzy heads, the three teams advanced cautiously again.

The opponent's firepower has become weaker, either because they are out of bullets or because they are luring the enemy deeper.

This explosion may be a desperate fight!
But they didn't have time to think about it.

Mission time is not allowed!
If the delay continues, even if you are a fool, you should come out and ask!

"Safety!"

"Safe on the left!"

"The right side is safe!"

After confirming that there was no movement on the ground, the shield bearer walking at the front put away his shield and began to trot forward.

A minute or two after they walked over, Chris emerged from the debris pile after the explosion.

He opened his mouth wide to relieve the pain in his head, and then two people emerged from the pile of debris next to him.

is a companion.

Reaching out to pull them up, Chris began pulling at the buried pile of debris.

Two more people were dug out.

After taking a short rest and collecting the bullets and guns on the ground, the five people continued to move forward with staggering steps.

After taking only two steps, I heard a rhythmic sound coming from the front.

The sound was like the sound of fabric being torn!

(End of this chapter)