Chapter 339: Metal Storm
Da da...
The moment Kuva reminded her, the roar of the heavy machine gun sounded, like a crazy beast roaring, the sound made her eardrum buzz, and her mind seemed blank in an instant.
Whoosh...
The barrel of the gun is like a tongue of fire!
Bullets poured out like running water, instantly forming a death metal storm, covering dozens of militants chasing behind.
Facing the 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullet, blocking the flesh and blood body in front, there was only one ending, and it was completely torn into pieces!
Puff...
A bullet hit the chest of the militants, immediately knocking out one-third of the body, blood splattered everywhere, and the next bullet hit again, and the body instantly exploded into two pieces!
"ah!"
"ah!"
Screams continued, broken arms and exploded legs were splashing everywhere!
Dozens of militants were instantly fragmented and lying on the ground!
This scene is like being in purgatory.
When the militants who rushed over saw such a bloody scene, they felt that their souls were about to smoke and dared not rush out again.
Although they are fierce, they face attacks that are not allowed to resist by flesh and blood. When they go out, they will die, and no one wants to die.
Seeing that the militants did not dare to chase after him, Chen Ling exhaled a long breath and shook his sour arms.
Although it took only ten seconds, the recoil formed by the heavy machine gun shooting was too amazing and the body could not bear it.
The militants behind did not catch up, but there were still many figures emerging in front.
Suddenly, on the dirt road ahead, a militant rushed out with a light machine gun, lifted it up, and directly locked the position of the cab.
In this position, as long as you shoot wildly, the bullet can explode the windshield and knock the driver into a hornet's nest!
As long as you kill the other driver, you will make great contributions. At that time, the boss will definitely give you a great reward.
Money, beauty, and power!
"Go to die!"
The militant smiled fiercely on his face.
Bang!
A gunshot.
A thumb-sized bullet hole appeared on the windshield, and a blood splashed from the body of the militants holding a light machine gun in front!
The first thing to shoot is the rock!
Rock held the steering wheel with his left hand and the pistol with his right hand, with cold eyes.
A stinging pain came from the militants. The bullet did not hit him in the vital light, but it just made him unable to continue aiming.
He hurriedly retreated and was about to dodge to the side, but how could he be so fast that he was whistling off-road vehicles?
This is the modified car they usually use to transport wild animals. It is extremely sturdy. Apart from the windshield, it is just a metal bump.
"No!"
The militants' eyes were filled with horror, and amid the roar of despair, they were knocked out by the car.
When it landed, it turned into a corpse with blood bleeding in seven orifices.
Until the moment he died, he could not believe that under the circumstances just now, the other party's shooting speed was faster than himself!
He had no choice but to ask the King of Hell after going to hell.
The off-road vehicle whizzed past, and dirt kept splashing out from the ground.
There were constant shouts in the surrounding mountains and forests: "Hurry up! Stop them and don't let them run away!"
"Shoot and hit me hard!"
The entire forest exploded, and there were shouts of killing from militants everywhere.
At this moment, on a wooden building high in the forest, the leader of the militant Gudus stared at the off-road vehicle that was rushing out quickly, and his body exuded a strong murderous aura.
It is a trivial matter to be rescued from these untouchables. The key is that if the crimes he committed here are exposed, they will be completely targeted and they will have to change places.
This is a very troublesome thing.
Another point is that your prestige will be damaged!
Anyone who dares to break into his territory, patronize it, and then leave with a swagger, treating it as a tourist destination?
At that time, wouldn’t anyone come to cause trouble for him?
These people must die!
A murderous intent flashed in Gustu's eyes, turned around and walked back to the room, fighting out of the rpg bazooka.
This individual combat weapon, like the AK47, is known as the king of individual weapons in the 20th century.
It mainly launches portable anti-tank weapons that break armor warheads, mainly used for close-range strikes on tanks, armored vehicles and destroying fortifications.
Simple structure, solid and durable, flexible and convenient to use, and the most important thing is cheap!
Rpg is widely used by many armed forces.
Since the RPG bazooka can not only pose a considerable threat to transport vehicles, tanks, armored vehicles and other land transportation, it can also cause damage to expensive aircraft such as helicopters and low-altitude attack aircraft.
Once in a battle in the Cowboy Country, two Black Hawk helicopters were killed by the Bazooka!
According to incomplete statistics, there are at least 5 million of this weapon shot in the hands of various forces, and the black fire is not included in it.
Gutus raised the rpg bazooka and put it on his shoulder, and said to himself: "No matter who you are, you will die for me when you come here!"
Chapter completed!