Quick Gun Jiacheng and Wang Xuejun quickly returned to the woods where the vehicle was hidden and conveyed Lin Qianchi's battle order to the three people in the vehicle!

The crowd only left an AK47 assault rifle and two grenades for Guo Zijing, who was staying behind in the vehicle, and quickly and quietly returned to Lin Qianchi carrying three heavy travel bags.

The tactical arrangement was extremely simple. Lin Qianchi himself was in the center to coordinate the search for the superpowers, Wang Xuejun and Wei Haibo were responsible for the left wing, and Jia Cheng and Xiao Xin were responsible for the right wing... Taking Lin Qianchi's detonation of a grenade in the abandoned factory as a signal, they stormed the factory with all their strength and bloodbathed the factory.

"Does everyone understand?" Lin Qianchi asked again in a deep voice, filled with murderous aura.

Everyone was excited and eager to try, and they said in unison: "I understand."

Opening the heavy travel bag, Lin Qianchi quickly split an rt-80 anti-equipment heavy sniper into five parts, took two boxes of 30mmx110mm caliber bullets, and stuffed ten grenades into the rucksack. Four were inserted into his pockets.

High-explosive special magazine. Nodding with everyone to start action.

There were loud gunshots in the abandoned factory, and there was a chorus of angry shouts, curses and wails...

Lin Qianchi tapped his toes, and like an arrow from the string, he flew towards the abandoned factory; everyone also hid their bodies and quietly touched the sides of the abandoned factory... At this time, agents and people with special abilities from various countries were inside the abandoned factory, and the Tokyo Police Department special police were there.

Chaos.

Lin Qianchi was less than fifty meters away from the abandoned factory. His third eye locked on a man in black holding an M16 automatic rifle. The man in black was scanning the surroundings with vigilance, only to feel a blur in front of his eyes. A long black hand was stuck on his throat.

, with a slight "click" sound, the man in black's throat bone and flesh were pinched to pieces; his eyes slowly protruded from the sockets, and his body twitched slightly and then died silently.

Lin Qianchi put down the limp body, scanned the abandoned factory behind the wall with his third eye, and couldn't help but gasp!

The abandoned factory occupies a large area, with several large workshops connected together. There are at least two hundred heavily armed special police officers and men in black distributed in each workshop within sight. In the garden, there are conservatively estimated to be two hundred people hiding in the darkness.

Three hundred people.

There are few gunshots in the abandoned factory, and all the agents from various countries are about to be strangled!

Lin Qianchi sneered in his heart: The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind.

At this time, the murderous intention surged, and his eyes were already turning red!

Xuanyang's true energy surged wildly, and he jumped up on the factory wall; two men in black, who had already been locked by the Third Eye, gathered together with guns, and Beretta 9/ flashed with blazing gunfire in the night; two consecutive bursts of fire, two men in black

Before the man could even raise his gun, he was shot in the head one by one!

Blood and brains splattered everywhere... The sound of gunshots triggered a dense rain of bullets, which hit the high wall with a "crack" sound. Lin Qianchi rolled twice in a row and threw a dark grenade at the same time.

Thousands of feet disappeared into the grass of the abandoned factory garden. The grenade flying towards the crowd at high speed also exploded, and a rain of blood mixed with broken limbs and broken arms...

Grenade is the signal!

The ghost chaser Xiao Xin and Kuai Qiang Jiacheng, who had already disappeared in the shadow of the abandoned factory, began to run quickly one after the other. The tall and strong ghost chaser Xiao Xin kept throwing "high explosives" towards the abandoned factory.

In the buildings inside, Kuai Qiang Jiacheng was moving quickly, firing "high explosives" one by one.

The two cooperated tacitly, and loud noises exploded all over the abandoned factory with soaring fire and strong earthquakes; the earth seemed to tremble and tremble, and the man in black and the Tokyo special police were bloody and bloody under the collapsed building with thick fire and fog.

Flying, falling in pieces...

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department special police officers and men in black who set up an ambush to hunt agents from various countries were stunned by the sudden explosion and fierce firepower.

Lin Qianchi suddenly entered an abandoned factory workshop. The air was filled with the smell of blood. Twenty or thirty agents from various countries and a dozen men in black fell in a pool of blood...

Lin Qianchi's Tianmu locked on the twenty or thirty men in black behind the invisible useless machine; he ducked and approached quietly like a ghost. A man in black was looking through the narrow gap in the machine. Lin Qianchi shot him in the left eye with a shot.

His head was squeezed open like a watermelon in an instant, and blood and brain matter were splashed everywhere... Gunfire erupted again in the workshop.

Lin Qianchi easily shuttled between the old machine tools, Beretta 9/gun fire was fierce, firing high-explosive special bullets from time to time; brutally killing the patriotic Tokyo special police and the man in black...

With an elegant posture, he jumped over the old machine tool easily. The long hand of the drill with dark gloves quickly grabbed the hair of a thick man in black, and suddenly exerted force downwards from his wrist; the face of the thick man in black hit the cold machine tool hard, and he was not

and screamed miserably; his face was instantly bloody and bloody, and the outline of his facial features was still unclear. The gurgling blood quickly flowed out and dyed the ground red.

Under the prompts of the smart little M, I am getting closer and closer to the woman in black.

Throwing the two grenades behind his back, Lin Qianchi had already leapt out of the abandoned workshop; behind him were explosions and flames, broken limbs flying, warm blood staining the ground red, and gradually silence, the lurking Tokyo special police and

All the men in black were killed.

Wang Xuejun and Wei Haibo ran into trouble when they broke into the left side of the abandoned factory. They broke into an open area with only a water pavilion and a rockery to cover them. The men in black and the Tokyo special police were hidden in the abandoned workshop and fired at them without scruples.

The two retreated, and Wang Xuejun relied on only the rockery as cover. Bullets rained down from the rockery, and the gravel was flying everywhere. His figure was gradually no longer concealable...

Wang Xuejun held a P6K5 submachine gun in one hand and fired back intensively. He still exchanged six magazines in just two minutes. However, dozens of guns on the opposite side fired volleys to suppress him. Wei Haibo was directly suppressed by the intensive gunfire of several AK47s in a smaller water area.

Can't lift my head behind the pavilion railing...

Wei Haibo felt aggrieved in his heart. He gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Xuejun to signal. Both of them were members of the elite assault team of the Special Task Force, and they usually cooperated in training. Wang Xuejun naturally understood what he was saying, but he shook his head!

Wei Haibo had determination in his eyes, and after signaling again, he quickly rolled out of the water pavilion, and at the same time threw a piece of high explosive to the abandoned workshop. At this time, Wang Xuejun ignored the dense rain of bullets, raised his hand and fired the "high explosive" at the right time, and the sound of flames rising into the sky was heard.

Half of the abandoned workshop was blown down... Wang Xuejun took advantage of the strong fireworks of the explosion to throw two grenades in succession, and fired violently with his P6K5, the barrel of which was already red and hot... He rushed into the abandoned workshop like a whirlwind.

Wei Haibo was instantly shot in the thigh and chest by intensive gunfire. Blood gurgled out and he fell to the ground helplessly...

Lin Qianchi looked like he was crazy. Under the prompts of his smart microphone, he followed the woman in black and kept wandering around the abandoned factory.

Unfortunately, there were many armed men lurking in the factory, and the woman in black was constantly moving. She became more and more anxious, her eyes were red... and her attacks were even more cruel and bloody.

With a wave of his hand, it was like the God of Death taking away despicable lives one by one.

The five special magazines of the Beretta 9/ have been emptied, and the five special magazines have a total of 90 rounds of special high-explosive bullets; what has been harvested is the 90 lives of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's special police officers, not counting the armed personnel who exploded with their bare hands.

The ten grenades on his body were also thrown into the dense crowd one by one, and the RT-80 heavy sniper had no time to assemble it. Lin Qianchi's eyes were already red from the killing. He held a blue dagger in his left hand and a dark glove in his right hand. He was bloody as he jumped vertically and horizontally.

slaughter.

There were stumps and broken arms everywhere in the abandoned factory, and the corpses whose heads had been shot were bloody and bloody. The red and white blood had stained the ground red. The collapsed buildings were filled with flames, and the intensive gunshots began to fade away.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the abandoned factory have become a hell on earth...
Chapter completed!