Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 206 Cleaning Up (Part )

In Bamako Square, Levent huddled behind a bunker, feeling a sharp pain in his left hand. This was scratched by the splattered shrapnel when he was trying to avoid being bombed. Although he was not hit directly on his body, it was still taken away. His little finger made it impossible for him to even hold the gun, and every shot was accompanied by great pain.

"Uh huh..."

He held half a cigarette butt in his mouth and simply bandaged the wound with a piece of cloth. His face shivered in pain, and a muffled growl came from his throat. His whole body was soaked with sweat. He held an M4A1 carbine in his right hand.

He struggled to put the carbine on the elbow of his left hand and listened quietly to the footsteps slowly approaching from outside. This was his best way to control the gun at the moment. Although it still caused pain, it was his The only thing that can be done at the moment.

He was reading the news in this house and studying whether to continue this mission, but he felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart. He immediately started to move as quickly as possible, following the house where he had just been. He was blown to pieces by an artillery shell, and his left little finger was cut off by a flying shrapnel.

"Everyone is going to die, but today it's my turn."

Levant gradually calmed down. He sucked half of the cigarette butt in his mouth, struggled to push himself up, and leaned towards the edge of the bunker. Then he jumped out and knelt down to face the government soldiers in front. The trigger was pulled.

Da da da……

It was extremely difficult to control the gun with one hand, and the muzzle was not obedient at all, but he didn't need to care about that, he just needed to hold down the trigger.

The manager's face became even uglier, and he wanted to argue: "But..."

A group of government soldiers rushed into the Bamako World Hotel. The soldiers with live ammunition made the people inside frown. Some guys were frightened and screamed. But for these people, the soldiers didn't care at all. They only needed to Just make sure no one can escape.

The firepower of a dozen 56 guns was so fierce that Levent was beaten on the spot like he was dancing with zombies. His body trembled violently and he fell to the ground covered in blood.

Da da da………

……

A polite, well-dressed guy wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked over quickly, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked with an ugly face. This was the second time this time that these government soldiers came to the door. , which caused a very bad impact and seriously affected the hotel's operation.

"Mr. Major, may I ask... what is going on?"

Caught off guard, several government soldiers fell down immediately, and other soldiers were so dead that they immediately pointed forward and pulled the trigger after reacting.

"We received news that there are terrorists staying here, and we want to check everyone here." The black officer took off his sunglasses, stared sternly at the hotel manager in front of him, and emphasized: "Anyone! "

"Don't move, check!"

A black officer came from outside, carrying the rank of major on his shoulders and wearing a pair of sunglasses under his beret.

"Go away!"

The black officer didn't bother to chat with him at all. He roughly pushed him aside and ordered: "Search!"

A group of soldiers immediately rushed in with rifles and began a rough search on all floors. Some people who were in double rows in the house had their doors smashed and dragged out. For a time, the entire World Hotel was filled with curses, scolds, dissatisfaction, crying, and even sporadic gunshots. This was caused by some weak-minded guys who were unwilling to cooperate.

In the hotel lobby, the manager looked dejected. He had already foreseen his own end. After this incident, no matter what the outcome was, he, the hotel manager, could just pack up and get out. This was different from the last time. Last time, he was just controlling, but this time However, they were searched by soldiers and even shot at. Most of the people who lived here were either rich or noble. The company's senior management couldn't bear the pressure. He must be the one to bear the blame.

He pointed tremblingly at the black officer in front of him and said miserably: "I'm done, you devil, you ruined my job, I will definitely report it to the company, and public opinion will definitely report the brutality of your Malian government forces! "

The black officer's face turned cold and his tone was cold: "Sir, this is Bamako. If I beat you to death, nothing will happen to you."

The manager's whole body went cold for a moment. He was so angry when he blurted out, but now he was filled with fear. This is the feeling caused by life being controlled by others. He waved his hands and was about to say something, when suddenly there was a faint sound coming from upstairs. fierce gunfire.

Da da da……

Although the sound was not clear due to the partition between floors, the fierce rhythm showed that the soldiers upstairs encountered fierce resistance.

The black officer glared fiercely at the cowardly manager in front of him, took out his walkie-talkie and began to issue orders: "Two more groups of people are coming for support, the enemy is found upstairs!"

Soon, two groups of soldiers broke into the room again, and they went upstairs without saying anything.

……

Da da da……

In the presidential suite on the top floor, Jeremiah was holding a Sig Sauer P226 pistol in his hand, leaning against the wall one meter away with a livid face. The black soldier outside held the trigger tightly, and bullets hit the wall. The broken bricks caused by it were splashed everywhere, and their power was comparable to that of fragments.

(Don’t try the behavior of leaning on the edge of the bunker and then fighting back in movies and TV shows, unless you don’t want to live anymore)

Of course, thirty rounds of bullets were not enough for them to maintain absolute fire suppression, and soon there was the sound of empty fire.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

A burst of ultra-fast gunshots rang out. Taking advantage of the opponent's gap in firepower, Jeremiah was finally able to counterattack. He shot the four soldiers who burst into the living room with twelve rapid fire shots and knocked them to the ground. Then he quickly targeted each of them. The guy on the ground refilled the gun to ensure 100% death. After doing all this, he retracted his body back to the bunker, replaced the old magazine with a new one, and once again pointed at the gun on the ground that had just been missed due to insufficient bullets. After taking another shot and replacing the magazine with a new one, he walked out holding the gun.

Rules of Combat: Always keep the magazine in your gun full.

His eyes were always locked on the door, and he walked to the door with the pistol in his hand. He looked around the outside in an arc-shaped angle. After making sure that no one was there, he went back and closed the door again, and then went to the four corpses. Pick up a handful of 56 punch.

Click!

Pulling the trigger, the clear sound seemed to tell him that the gun was very new. He nodded with satisfaction, searched several corpses, and found a total of nine magazines.

(End of this chapter)