Author: White Clothes with the Galaxy

[Remington M870 shotgun (95%) (3/5), the workshop can produce: One of the most famous shotgun models in the world, it is just a replica produced by the China Eagle Group, and its service life is relatively low.

The price is also much lower]

Han Feng pierced the man's chest pendant again. There were a lot of No. 12 buckshot for shotguns in it, which was very lethal to unprotected targets. In addition, there was something beyond his expectation.

outside stuff.

[F1 grenade, the workshop can produce: an old Soviet-made grenade, with little technical content, but powerful enough. The only drawback is that the insurance time is too long]

As for the injured person who came in first, although he had a pistol in his hand, he did not have time to shoot because the other party's reaction was too fast.

[Type 54 pistol (85%) (7/8), the workshop can produce: the Chinese imitation version of the Tokarev TT33 pistol, which is completely behind the times, but you can still see it almost everywhere in the world]

Han Feng conveniently inserted the pistol into his lower back, took out a jacket from his canvas bag and put it on to cover himself.

A total of dozens of dollars and a stack of Central African CFA francs were naturally found on the two of them by Han Feng.

When he first opened the workshop system, Han Feng discovered that this search radar could not only find people, but could even detect nearby terrain. For example, he could clearly see from the radar that there was a machine behind the cabinet in the corner of the office.

The hole in the wall leads to the locked office next door.

Han Feng opened the cabinet carefully. The door shaft made a slight creaking sound, but it should not be heard by the outside world.

As he expected, the board at the back of the wardrobe was movable. After being removed, a regular wall hole was revealed, which was big enough for a person to crawl through. On the other side of the wall hole was an identical board.

With a slight push, the situation in the next room was exposed to Han Feng's eyes.

He ducked in gently, and then did not forget to restore the closet door and back panel to their original state.

This room is much larger than the two that Han Feng has entered before, and the decoration is relatively exquisite. The floor is covered with leather carpets, and there is a pretty lacquered wood desk in front of the window, and there is even a computer on it.

, there are several filing cabinets on the wall, and a large safe in the corner.

In addition, the door of this room has also been reinforced from the inside. It looks the same from the outside, but there is a layer of steel plate welded inside, which will not break when touched, so it is a relatively safe place.

However, this is only relative. Since Han Feng is too far away from the departure hall just now, he cannot use radar to see the situation there. He can only deduce from the increasingly regular gunshots that the attacker may have already

Having gained the upper hand, the last remaining resistance forces were being cleaned up or executed.

About twenty minutes have passed since the two pickup trucks rushed into the airport. Han Feng has a general understanding of the situation in this country. The government troops and the Seleka Alliance formed by the former government leaders have been fighting fiercely.

The army should be on high alert for a few years, but so far, there is no sign of reinforcements arriving.

Han Feng's hand touched the F1 grenade in his pocket, and a slightly crazy idea appeared in his mind.

He couldn't sit here and wait for death. Someone on the other side died in the next room. Sooner or later, they would notice this and come looking for him, so he had to think of a way to do something proactively.

A few minutes later, Han Feng returned to the next room again, tore off a few strips of cloth from the curtain and kneaded them together to form a slightly stronger string. Then he took a deep breath and took out the grenade from his pocket.

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Soon, a simple trap was ready.

The principle is very simple. As long as the door of the next room is pushed open, the string will be pulled, and then the safety pin of the grenade will be pulled off. Since no one is holding it, the safety grip will pop open at the same time, about 4 seconds.

Once everyone at the door has entered the house, the grenade will explode.

Even if there are still a few people left in the corridor at this time, relying on the first-hand advantage brought by the radar, Han Feng can choose to go out for a sneak attack or continue to hide next door.

In order to increase the success rate, he even hid the grenade in a box, so that the grenade with the safety pin pulled off would not be immediately discovered by the first person who came in.

The situation was just as he expected. After the gunshots were silent for a while, four red dots appeared from the corner of the distant corridor, following the blood stains and footprints left by the two people just now, and quickly walked towards the end room.

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The next plot was exactly as Han Feng expected. The door was pushed open and people from outside filed in.

4 seconds later, with an earth-shattering explosion, the 290 fragments inside the F1 grenade flew out from an inconspicuous box next to the door at twice the speed of sound. The fragile wooden door was instantly shattered, and the surrounding walls were densely packed.

Full of broken steel.

The three people who had just entered the room were almost evenly surrounded by the explosion point. It was impossible for any living thing to survive this situation.

Even though Han Feng was prepared and covered his ears tightly, he was still dizzy by the huge explosion. After turning on the radar again, it turned out that there was no sign symbolizing the enemy in the next room.

The last enemy at the door who had not had time to enter the house was motionless on the radar, as if he had been stunned by the explosion.

Han Feng simply refused to do anything, quietly pushed open a crack in the door, carefully leaned out half of his body, and pulled the trigger towards the figure not far away.

Eight rounds of 7mm spherical projectiles in the 12/70 buckshot were scattered within a circular range of 10cm in diameter at a distance of less than 10 meters, almost completely smashing the back of the unsuspecting target, and in a short time

A dense pool of splattered blood was left on the far wall.

This was already the second person Han Feng had directly killed. The shock it brought to him was much weaker than before, and the smell of blood that originally filled the air was covered up a lot by the smell of gunpowder smoke after the grenade exploded.

Physiological stimulation is also slightly weaker.

There were a total of two pickup trucks that just rushed into the airport hall. Considering that this is not the third brother's country, there were probably at most fourteen or five people in the two vehicles. In other words, Han Feng had taken advantage of the special terrain here to kill at least one of them.

One-third.

Just when he was hesitating whether to take advantage of this time to go out and search the person in the corridor, gunshots like exploding beans were heard again in the waiting hall.

No matter who the attackers were exchanging fire with, they should not care about this place in a short time. After Han Feng used radar to confirm that there was no one else around, he opened the door decisively, endured the strong discomfort in sight and taste, and looked at the corpse.

He quickly groped around on his body.

The weapon in this man's hand was an FN FAL assault rifle with a mottled butt. Han Feng had only seen this gun in pictures before, but he had tried the M14 at the shooting range, which also used 7.62*51mm bullets. The huge

The recoil is difficult to control even when shooting in semi-automatic mode, not to mention the system showing that the gun's durability is only 55% left.

Therefore, Han Feng gave up the idea of ​​changing weapons. In narrow passages such as office corridors, shotguns are almost invincible.

As for the others, they were some Central African CFA franc banknotes, half a pack of cigarettes, a metal flask with a pot of unknown spirits inside, and a bottle of medicine.

"Dihydroartemisinin..." Han Feng looked at the English on the plastic bottle and used the remaining chemical knowledge in his mind to identify the name of the drug.

This is a highly targeted and highly effective antimalarial drug. Han Feng quickly put it into the inner pocket of his coat - this drug may not be valuable in other parts of the world, but in sub-Saharan Africa

This place in Lika can save lives many times.

At this time, the gunshots coming from the airport hall became sparse again. Just when Han Feng was about to return to the locked room to hide, two loud noises came to his ears from a distance.

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This is not a small fight caused by the grenade explosion just now, I'm afraid it must be something powerful.

As if to verify Han Feng's conjecture, within a few seconds, a broadcast in English and French sounded.

"Dear passengers, the airport attackers have been completely eliminated. Please do not panic and wait for the soldiers to conduct a final inspection of the airport. If there are injured passengers, you can first go to the airport entrance to seek help. Repeat..."

It seems that the troops stationed around the airport finally arrived belatedly. Although the attackers who invaded the airport were brutal in style and almost certainly came for an indiscriminate terrorist attack, judging from their equipment and behavior, they did not

No matter how much professional training he has received, otherwise he would not have been able to sneak attack four people with such a simple mine trap.

After hesitating for a while, Han Feng chose to throw away the shotgun in his hand and the tactical vest on his body, otherwise it might cause unnecessary trouble later.

Empty-handed, he carried his canvas bag and returned to the airport lobby. As expected, soldiers wearing government uniforms were cleaning the battlefield and screening the identities of those still alive in the airport. The two machine-gun pickup trucks that first rushed in had already

Turning into burning scrap metal, large amounts of blood, stretchers and body bags are continuously entering the terminal from the outside.

The situation does appear to be under control.

When Han Feng tried to take out his passport from his pocket, he realized that he had forgotten to throw away the TT33 that he had just casually inserted into his waist.

Drawing a gun in front of these highly nervous soldiers was an act of seeking death because one was afraid of a long life, so Han Feng planned to explain the matter clearly to the man in front of him who looked like an officer who was about to check his passport.

"Mr. Officer, I just..."

When Han Feng handed over his passport, he wanted to explain what happened just now, and also handed over the gun on his waist. However, he was interrupted by the officer's wave of his hand just in the middle of his words.

"Chinese, right? I am Major Cato, the commander of this airport rescue operation. You go over there and wait for a while. I will take you directly to the Chinese ambassador in a while."
Chapter completed!