Chapter 171 Fierce Battle on the Road

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 171 Fierce Battle on the Road

The big German man carried a rocket launcher, and a rocket blasted the black seven-seat Chevrolet into the sky.

He simply threw away the empty military green rocket launcher in his hand.

He tore off his tattered clothes because he had transformed into a lizard man.

He pulled out a black Colt M1911 military pistol from the holster on his waist, clicked twice, cocked the bolt, loaded the bullet, and pulled the trigger at another black business car.

"A crappy pistol, Shet! Who does he think he is, Rambo?!"

The driver of another black seven-seater business car also turned the steering wheel quickly when the rocket hit.

The whole car drifted in place for half a circle, and then rushed down the interstate highway, but it just happened to avoid the shock wave of the rocket.

The dizzy driver looked through the rearview mirror at the shirtless Germanic man who was walking towards them while shooting. He cursed angrily and turned around to shout at several of his teammates:

"Kill this son of a bitch and avenge Jeff and the others!"

Seven-seater business car back seat,

"3,2,1!"

The two FBI agents, one on the left and one on the right, put their hands on the door handle, making tactical movements in their hands at the same time, silently counting down.

On both sides of the car door, two special service soldiers wearing body armor and brown-green bulletproof helmets held M4A1 carbines tightly with both hands. The calf muscles of their legs were tight and slightly bent.

With the final countdown, the doors of the modified seven-seater commercial vehicle were opened at the same time.

The two special agents jumped out of the car and pulled the trigger in the direction of the interstate while making tactical rolls.

"Puff puff puff——"

After a period of random blind shooting,

A special service soldier had just stabilized his body while rolling, knelt on one knee, looked through the infrared star sight, and pointed his gun at the naked man walking towards them.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the target's chest, and he was just about to pull the trigger.

"Bang bang——"

In his scope, the target quickly raised the Colt M1911 in his hand at a speed beyond his imagination!

A .45 bullet accurately shattered the M4A1's sight and penetrated his right eye.

The two M4A1 carbines equipped with silencers only fired a few times and then completely went out amidst the sound of two pistol shots.

"Fake!"

The few remaining soldiers from the FBI special service team looked through the car door at their teammates lying in a pool of blood.

A strong man with a body like a brown bear and a beard, angrily holding an FN MK-48 light machine gun, stretched out half of his body to suppress the enemy with fire.

"Bang!"

The green vertical pupils in the big Germanic man's eyes blinked rapidly dozens of times in one second.

Due to the sensitivity of the lizard's dynamic vision, the enemy's movements seem to be played back in slow motion in his eyes.

The machine gunner who was holding the machine gun and had not fully stretched out his body was directly shot in the head by him.

Plop!

The machine gunner, whose head exploded like a watermelon, jumped out of the commercial vehicle with his gun.

The FBI agent sitting in the driver's seat looked at his companion whose head was smashed through the rearview mirror. The one holding the gun was trembling a little, but he still pretended to be calm and comforted the others.

"He is a top gunner! Don't move around, prepare smoke bombs and flash bombs. He is only one person, and we still have a chance!"

"Bang!"

As soon as the driver finished speaking, an arcing .45 bullet directly penetrated the glass of the driver's seat and penetrated his temple.

The bullet entered from one side of his temple, and a red and white liquid shot out from the other side of his temple.

The modified high-power Colt pistol penetrated the driver's temples on both sides,

The bullet's momentum continued, and it penetrated the back of the head of the other FBI agent sitting in the passenger seat.

The special agent, who was checking the target's movements through the passenger's rearview mirror, had a loud bang on the back of his head.

The windshield and seats of the entire seven-seater commercial vehicle were instantly filled with red and white liquid...

An FBI agent sitting behind the passenger seat who had just opened the car door touched the blood-red viscous liquid on his face and screamed in collapse.

………

The big German man shook his wrist rapidly and used arc shots to kill two enemies. He raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the fuel tank of the seven-seater commercial vehicle this time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three shots, the modified fuel tank was directly exploded.

With a bang, the seven-seat commercial vehicle, like the one just now, turned into a ball of fire.

………

Kaka

After taking care of the enemies in the two cars, the German man replaced the magazine in his pistol.

Calmly, he turned back toward the interstate.

A naked and strong upper body, with a gold peace sign hanging on the chest swinging from side to side, with a heart engraved in the middle of the gold medal and the Arabic numeral 8 on the corner!

As if to distinguish it, this 8 is actually inlaid with some small-carat rubies, which shine brightly in the sun and are particularly eye-catching.

…………

Bang bang bang...

On the interstate, Phil Coulson lay behind the tire, stretching out his arm from time to time, raising his pistol and shooting forward.

The opponent's firepower was too dense, and their marksmanship was accurate.

After several rounds of firefights, the armed escort policemen of the Federal Drug Enforcement Administration were all killed or injured.

Most of the armed police and FBI field agents in Albuquerque he used to set up the ambush were also destroyed.

"Sir, their firepower is too strong, and they are equipped with heavy body armor. They are well prepared! Let's withdraw!"

An Albuquerque police sergeant held a riot-proof gun and retreated to Phil Coulson in panic, shouting at him.

Phil Coulson looked at him deeply,

"Chief, it's not a question of whether we should withdraw or not. Look at the way they are chasing and fighting, do they look like they want to let us go?!"

At this time, with fierce firepower, several gunmen from the Siberian training camp had hijacked the prison van transporting the prisoners.

The two gunmen lifted Gustavo from the prison car and put him in the car behind him, but the others showed no intention of stopping.

With powerful firepower, they suppressed a group of FBI agents and federal police while advancing forward.

"Didi!"

Phil Colson took out his cell phone, looked at the flashing red dot on the phone, and asked the police sergeant on the side: "How long until the support arrives!"

"We have contacted the SWAT team in Albuquerque. They will fly in an armed helicopter, but they want us to hold on for at least twenty minutes!"

Just as the sergeant was about to stick his head out, a bullet grazed his helmet and shot him. If Phil Coulson hadn't been quick enough to pull him away, the shot would have killed him in the head.

"I don't think we can last ten minutes!"

The Sheriff was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and complained to Phil Coulson.

"Don't worry, Sheriff, you will go home safe and alive!" Phil Coulson said, holding the headset on his ear.

"Everyone, throw out all the smoke bombs in your hands and build a smoke barrier. Hold on, our support will be here soon!"

After Phil Colson gave the order, he took out a smoke bomb from the open car door, pulled the string, waved his arm as hard as he could, and threw it into the distance.

For a moment, the interstate was filled with the sound of tinkling smoke bombs and tin cans falling to the ground.

Then there was the sound of smoke, and soon a line of white smoke enveloped the entire highway.

In the blinding smoke, the gunshot disappeared instantly.

Neither party fired. If someone fired in this environment, they would inevitably receive concentrated firepower from the other side!

In the white smoke, a heavily armed FBI agent leaned against the car door, holding an assault rifle tightly in his wet hands. His ears were raised and he didn't dare to breathe as he listened to what was going on around him.

He was so nervous that he didn't notice that a big hand stretched out from behind him and suddenly covered his mouth and nose, and the other hand grabbed his neck,

click

Using both hands, he easily broke the neck of the enemy in front of him. The naked black man used the cover of smoke bombs to touch the next enemy.

For these gunmen who came out of the Siberian training camp, daily lurking and silent assassinations were daily subjects and commonplace in the training camp.

Compared with facing those perverted instructors in the training camp and those hunting dogs with extremely sensitive sense of smell and hearing,
To be continued...