Zhou Qingfeng suddenly jumped out of the stairs, which was too unexpected to the kidnappers. No one expected him to take such a risk. It was meaningless to jump out like this. Apart from being handsome, he was simply a target to beat someone.

The leading kidnapper admitted the suddenness of Zhou Qingfeng's move, but when he saw Zhou Qingfeng's figure, he was not afraid, and he even secretly rejoiced. Because the space inside the stairs was limited, at most, Zhou Qingfeng would hit the wall opposite the stairs at 0:00. It would not be enough if he didn't hit him.

And what can I do in one second? In the leap mode, I can’t even aim!

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng leaping out, the only thing the three kidnappers behind the corner did was to lie down. Just lie down and avoid a few bullets that might fly around, then watch Zhou Qingfeng get dizzy and shoot him to death with one shot. It's that simple!

But the three kidnappers were wrong. Zhou Qingfeng was not simple, and his ability to be "smart" was not simple. In the eyes of the kidnappers, it only took a moment from flying up to hitting the wall. However, under the attribute of Zhou Qingfeng's permanent attack, his time was extended by more than a second at that moment. Only he could do this kind of attack method.

Zhou Qingfeng saw the line formation of the three kidnappers, saw their astonished expressions, saw the three muzzles pointing to the stairs, and saw them blocking any direction they might have come out.

But the three kidnappers did not expect that Zhou Qingfeng jumped up and jumped out. At most, they looked up slightly and showed a surprised expression. Although Zhou Qingfeng flew in mid-air, he adjusted his gun and put the three of them in the sight of the sightseeing star with more than a second of winning the first attack.

In full automatic mode, the theoretical firing rate of M4A1 exceeds 700 rounds per minute, and more than a dozen bullets are sprayed out in one second. Zhou Qingfeng pulled the trigger in mid-air, and in an instant, thirty rounds of magazines were empty.

At just two or three meters, thirty hot projectiles spread out no more than half a meter. Without waiting for the three kidnappers to react, all of these deadly high-speed bullets were sprayed on them.

In the moment of flash, Zhou Qingfeng emptied a magazine, and the three kidnappers on the opposite side were also seriously injured. The effect of the first attack was only more than a second, and Zhou Qingfeng also hit the wall of the corridor.

It hit me with a bang, and then fell down with a plop. This time it hit me and fell, but it was really true and there was no falsehood. In order to survive, Zhou Qingfeng could be said to have hit me with a bruised nose and a swelling on my face, and my whole body was hurt.

Zhou Qingfeng threw away the M4A1, which had no bullets in his hand, and forcibly struggled to stand up. When he pulled out the Glock 17 again, he saw that the three people on the other side were all in a pool of blood and were fucked by him with a risky blow.

Among the three kidnappers, the one who led the team was the most shot, but he was not dead yet. This guy seemed to be wearing a soft body armor that could withstand the shooting of pistol bullets, but he could not resist the greater powerful 5.56mm SS109 rifle bullet.

Zhou Qingfeng could see that the leading kidnapper had two strokes on his stomach and one stroke on his chin. His entire jaw was shattered and blood came out of his throat. He fell to the ground, looking at Zhou Qingfeng with his eyes blank, as if he was incredible about how he was knocked down!

A kidnapper behind him got a bullet, but a shot on his head. The skull was beaten into a colander, and the white brain tissue sprayed four or five meters away. The entire fire staircase smelled strong and bloody.

The last kidnapper was shot with both hands holding the gun. A bullet hit his left hand, smashing his arm and bones into two sections. Then the bullet broke into more than a dozen pieces and shot into his right hand. The entire right elbow joint was almost cut into a bone rod by sharp high-speed fragments.

In the end, the kidnapper's hands were destroyed and he had lost his combat effectiveness. But he was the least injured. He endured the pain and got up and turned around and ran. Zhou Qingfeng staggered and stood up, chasing him with a pistol.

The two stumbled and chased and ran in the corridor, and finally returned to the third floor of the underground parking lot. The kidnapper who was running away in front broke the fire door of the fire passage, but was kicked in the back by Zhou Qingfeng who was catching up, and threw a dog on the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng, who followed closely, saw a scene that made him furious. Outside the fire door, the little boy named Ronnie was shot in the chest and fell to the ground. The child's innocent eyes were wide open, and his tender little face still had the same pitiful crying expression as when he left.

Seeing the child's body, Zhou Qingfeng felt an irresistible anger erupting from his chest. He rushed to the kidnapper who fell to the ground in anger, stepped on his disabled right hand, and stomped hard and cursed: "Why do you want to kill this child?

This child is only eight or nine years old at most, and he cannot hinder anything from you. Even if you look at him, scold him, kick him a few times, and beat him. Why do you want to kill him? He is just a child, a child who wants to find his mother back!”

Zhou Qingfeng's anger was like lava erupting, and his anger splashed out like flames. Every time he stepped on it, the disabled kidnapper would scream fiercely. After a few strokes, he even removed the disabled kidnapper's right hand.

The huge pain made the disabled kidnapper just want to die quickly. While rolling on the ground, he shouted: "The child's crying is annoying, so we kill him casually. If you want to avenge him, kill me, kill me!"

"I want to die? It's not that easy." Zhou Qingfeng hated the kidnappers at this moment. He raised his hand to aim at the thigh joints of the disabled kidnappers for several consecutive shots until his two thighs were covered in blood and bleeding. "Scum, slowly enjoy the taste of death."

The disabled kidnapper was left waiting for death on the ground on the third floor. Zhou Qingfeng found several magazines from him and turned around and left. He returned to the corner of the corridor where the battle had occurred before, and got magazines and guns from the other two kidnappers, and a sheathed saber.

The kidnapper who had his chin knocked off had his last breath. He watched Zhou Qingfeng touch the useful things from him, but he had no reaction. Zhou Qingfeng was too lazy to waste ammunition on him, so he ran away after plundering them.

However, when he left, the radio on the kidnapper's body rang. Zhou Qingfeng hesitated for a while, and then he heard the guy named Locke asking why he hadn't killed Zhou Qingfeng yet? He slowly picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button and said:

"Locke, I remember your name is Locke. Your subordinates can no longer answer you. I just killed four of them, plus two seriously injured ones before, and seven of your subordinates have been dealt with by me. I want to ask, how many subordinates can you send to die?"

Zhou Qingfeng's voice was cold and indifferent, but full of murderous aura. There was an impulse of righteous indignation in his chest, which even overshadowed his fear of kidnappers and death, allowing him to confront the enemy head-on.
Chapter completed!