Zhao Changqiu, hiding behind a machine, saw clearly the experience of Wang Guohan and the other three through the small hole in the flywheel on the machine. He regretted bringing these three people in.

Although they have also undergone relatively strict quasi-military training, they have never participated in actual combat before and lack experience in facing the enemy.

Through the experiences of these three people, Zhao Changqi also saw one thing. No wonder this organization divided the members of the organization into internal service personnel and field personnel. The internal service personnel were all hired foreigners, and their psychological and military qualities were far higher than those of the field personnel. Zhao Changqi could even guess that these internal service personnel were probably retired soldiers who had participated in actual combat, or these people were directly active mercenaries.

The brief fire exchange made both sides realize the unusualness of each other, and no one dared to appear easily, for fear that they would be shot by the other party's cold gun as soon as they appeared. The huge workshop actually quieted for a moment, as quiet as if they could even hear each other's breathing.

"Brother Gun, is it you?" Zhao Yushan's excited voice suddenly came from behind a machine. Just as he jumped out of the back of the machine, he swept Zhao Changgui in the car from the corner of his eyes. He was still worried about how to rush out from here, but when he saw Brother Gun, he immediately knew that he was fine this time. As long as Brother Gun was there, there was no hurdle that the world could not overcome.

"It's me. Why did you come here? What's going on?" Zhao Changqi shouted loudly. As soon as Zhao Changqi finished speaking, he found a black man with a cockscomb head and red hair through the small hole on the machine flywheel. He secretly flashed his head from behind the machine and looked at him.

Zhao Changliu suddenly bounced out of his body, and a slight rush in his hand made a single shot.

At such a close range, Zhao Changqiu could hit the target even with his eyes closed. As soon as his gunshot sounded, a blood mist burst out from Jikong's head, and then his whole body fell out from behind the machine and fell to the ground with a thud. The blood on his head kept pouring out like a bottle of red wine, quickly submerging half of his body in a bloody red.

Zhao Changliu succeeded and attracted countless bullets. While cursing angryly, the enemy spiked out from behind the machine and cement pillars and continued to shoot at Zhao Changliu, and the machine that was hiding at Zhao Changliu was jingling and sparks were splashing everywhere.

"My grass, so powerful firepower." Zhao Changqi cursed inwardly, hiding behind the machine, he didn't dare to show his head.

"Fake. I'm your grandma, grandma." A foreign devil spoke in poor Chinese and knocked a watermelon grenade on the machine in front of him, then raised his hand and threw it towards Zhao Changliu.

However, this guy had just raised his hand and before the grenade could be removed, Hong Yalun, who was hiding behind a load-bearing pillar, suddenly poked out and raised his hand at his raised wrist and shot him.

Hong Yalun fired three shots in a short shot, and all three bullets hit the guy's wrist. The powerful impact force of the bullet instantly broke the guy's wrist, and the grenade fell behind the machine he was hiding.

"Ah" The guy let out a scream, but before his scream could end, the grenade exploded under his feet.

The huge shock wave made the guy's body fly out from behind the machine like a shell fired. What's funny is that the guy's body actually landed directly on the machine where Zhao Yushan was hiding.

The explosion sounded, and Zhao Yushan suddenly poked his head out of the hiding machine, trying to observe the enemy situation. As a result, at this moment, he suddenly felt a huge shadow hitting him like Taishan. He was so scared that the guy instinctively shrank his head and hid it again.

The moment he hid, the foreign devil's body also slammed on the machine where he was hiding.

Zhao Yushan looked up and saw that the foreign devil's entire face was smoked by the explosion of gunpowder, as if the bottom of the pot was as good as a pot, and his hair was more than three inches standing up like a steel needle, and there was a faint blue smoke. His eyes were staring at Zhao Yushan like a cow egg.

"I'm grass." Zhao Yushan raised his gun and was about to shoot at the foreign devil's head, but when he pulled the trigger, he realized that the other party was dead and could not die anymore. A shrapnel cut off his left ear, and another shrapnel directly cut off his carotid artery. The blood shot out like a high-pressure water gun, almost spraying Zhao Yushan with his head and face.

"Damn it." Zhao Yushan cursed inwardly, kicked his feet suddenly on the machine, and his body almost flew out against the ground.

You can't stay at this hidden point anymore. If you stay still, you won't be covered in blood by the dead ghost lying on the machine, and you will be disgusted to death by his miserable despair.

Just as Zhao Yushan shot out, the six people stood up from behind the bunker almost at the same time. Four of the six people were enemies, and the other two were Zhao Changqi and Hong Yalun.

Six people and Zhao Yushan, whose bodies were flying against the ground, had a total of seven people, and seven guns fired almost at the same time. The seven people fired a single shot. After the short and fierce gunfire, four Japanese corpses were added on the ground. Zhao Yushan and Hong Yalun each killed one, and Zhao Changqi killed two by one.

"Brother Gun, your marksmanship is still high. It seems that I have to practice hard." Hong Yalun's relaxed voice came from behind a cement load-bearing pillar.

"Overall, the third in the world." Zhao Changqi squatted behind a machine and said with a smile.

"Hehe, if Brother Gun dares to recognize third place, I dare say that no one in the world dares to recognize first place." Zhao Yushan's loud voice came from behind another machine.

Although the remaining twenty Japanese were not proficient in Chinese, they had no problem understanding the conversation between these three people for so long in China. A group of people listened to the conversation between Zhao Changqi and the other two, so angry that they could not shoot the three people into a hornet's nest with a spear.

What does it mean to be arrogant?

This is a fucking example.

However, after being angry, no one of these more than 20 guys dared to show up now.

After the confrontation just now, they finally understood that although the other party had few people, they were all masters. The masters among the masters. The kind of masters who were so cold that Dugu Qiubai was so cold at the height.

They have the cheetah-like sense of smell and speed. They can tell when to attack to hit the enemy at the first time. Fighting with such people can also torture people madly by psychological torture.

The enemy hid like a mouse and did not show his head. Zhao Changqi and the other two could only find a way to lure them out. After all, there were a lot of people on the other side, and the field personnel outside were also coming. Once the enemy team rushed over, no matter how good the three of them were, the bullets were limited.

Another point is that Zhao Changqi has to consider. Now the enemies they face are almost all foreigners. These foreigners ran to China like local mice and hid underground, with such powerful weapons in their hands. They must be either good-looking, either terrorists wanted by internationally, or professional mercenaries. These people are almost incompatible with any legal country. Zhao Changqi and the other three beat them to death, and they were killed.

But those field staff are different. They are all authentic Chinese, with parents, elderly people, wives and children in China. And those field staff may not even know the core secrets of their organization, and can only be regarded as peripheral figures. It would be a pity if they died in the chaos inexplicably. Not only will their families cause trouble in the future, I am afraid that Zhao Changqi's own conscience will not be able to get over it.

Therefore, Zhao Changqi wanted to kill all the foreigners inside before the field staff arrived, and then find a way to subdue the field staff.

However, when Zhao Changqiu was thinking about how to draw out the foreigners who had been hiding, a messy sound of car motors suddenly came from the spiral lane they had walked past. After receiving the order from the organization, the field staff finally rushed over.

A Yanjing jeep drove out of the spiral tunnel at a speed of forty miles per hour. The car had just driven in, and the people in the car raised their guns and thrust it into a shuttle. Even the gunman himself didn't know what he was shooting at. The bullets flying everywhere did not hit people, but they knocked out several chandeliers on the ceiling, and the light in the entire underground workshop suddenly became much darker.

The person in the jeep made a round, but he didn't even see the figure. He was silly. Suddenly, he saw a huge robotic hand falling from the sky above his head.

Before the people in the car could understand the taste, they rolled down from the car like a rolling hoist. The huge robot easily grabbed the jeep and hurried it into the air. Just as the jeep was caught, another jeep also drove in. At this moment, the robot suddenly relaxed, and the jeep it grabbed fell from the sky and smashed towards the second jeep that had just entered.

Seeing that things were not good, the driver of the second car suddenly stepped on the accelerator and the car suddenly accelerated forward. But it was still half a beat late. The jeep dodged the front of the car and did not dodge the tail of the car. The two front wheels of the jeep falling from the sky hit the back seat of the convertible jeep.

A guy sitting behind was caught off guard and was instantly smashed into the seat. He spurted a mouthful of blood out of his mouth, and then screamed desperately: "Help. Help. Brother Pumpkin, save me quickly."

Pumpkin Brother was the driver. Because of his sudden kick in the accelerator, he saved him and the Donggua Ge in the passenger seat, one of them. At this moment, Pumpkin and Winter Gua looked at the mouth of blood and were stuck in the back seat, and were stunned. I wonder what to do.

The two cars that were mate together like bisons were directly sealed the exit of the spiral tunnel. The cars behind could not get in at all. The people in the car could only jump out of the car and rush in on foot. However, when they rushed into the entrance of the tunnel, they looked at the corpses in the workshop, and then looked at the watermelon stuck in the jeep and screaming, they were all dumbfounded.
Chapter completed!