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238. Chapter 238 Urban Management Force

The tank spraying diesel exhaust plowed out two deep track marks and stopped thirty meters away from the building. The tank's turret door opened, a loudspeaker stretched out, and Yan Fenghuo's voice came out.

"People inside, please listen to me clearly. You have five minutes to release the hostages, otherwise I will shoot directly. Don't bargain with me, you have no room for bargaining. Five minutes, I only give you five minutes, now

Start the countdown!”

After shouting, the loudspeaker was retracted and the turret door was closed tightly.

The Russian special forces soldiers dressed as terrorists in the building were dumbfounded. They never expected that the Chinese below would drive tanks and negotiate with them. No, it was not a negotiation, it was a request, it was an order.

On the rostrum, generals from various countries were discussing and judging this situation.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed quickly...

"Cannonballs! Cannonballs! Fire for me!" Yan Fenghuo screamed while huddled in the tank.

"Lao Yan, there is no ammunition, what should we do?" Lao Ganzi searched around but couldn't find the shells, so he asked Yan Fenghuo.

This tank does not have any artillery shells, nor does it have any ammunition in the anti-aircraft machine gun. It is a non-combat tank, all the ammunition has been removed, and it is not capable of combat.

"Then hit me! Let these guys know that I'm not joking!" Yan Fenghuo waved his hand and said, "Pull down this building!"

As Yan Fenghuo's words fell to the ground, the parked tank rumbled into action, crashing straight into the building thirty meters in front of it.

"boom!"

A gap was created in the front of the building by the tank. Following the impact like a giant steel beast, the entire building shook violently and shook unbearably.

This building is only eight stories high. No matter how deep the foundation is, it cannot withstand an impact like a tank.

A puff of green smoke came out from behind the butt of the T90 main battle tank, pouring out from the gap. The turret door opened, revealing the loudspeaker.

"People inside, listen, the door has been completely smashed, and you can't get out now even if you think about it. I have always been very sincere. If you are willing to release the hostages, I guarantee that you are alive and well. If you are stubborn, hehe

...I know a lot about architectural structures. This is your last chance, absolutely your last chance!"

After the shouting, the loudspeaker was thrown out, and the tank adjusted its direction and rushed over again.

"boom!"

The east side of the building was hit, and the second-story house suddenly lost its support and collapsed half of it. The whole building shook again, and a burst of dust flew up.

The gun barrel rotated and swept the wall in front, making a sound like a construction site. After sweeping, the tank hit forward again, and then swept the gun barrel across to clean it.

Yan Fenghuo turned the tank into an excavator, which was even faster than the excavator.

"Oh my god, what on earth is he doing?" General Chekov on the rostrum slapped his forehead heavily and sighed helplessly.

"This is also a method." Tang Jingzhong smiled.

The violent demolition activity was still in progress. Yan Fenghuo started with eight pillars, which was not only fast, but also saved time and effort. In the blink of an eye, six pillars and corners of the building were demolished and it became crumbling.

The Russian special forces who played the role of terrorists were completely dumbfounded. They immediately contacted their superiors to ask what was going on and what to do now.

"Damn, these Chinese people are crazy, they are demolishing houses." The pseudo-terrorist with bombs strapped to his body said helplessly into the radio: "Boss, I don't think they are professional soldiers, they are more like China's urban management troops.

What should we do?"

"Zizzi..." A burst of electricity came from the radio, and an equally helpless voice came: "Release the hostages, otherwise these Chinese people will demolish the building."

In desperation, this group of pseudo-terrorists surrendered and released the hostages.

Yan Fenghuo got out of the tank and led his team to stand in front of the dangerous building. He watched the "terrorists" rope down from the building, handed the hostages to him, and announced that the Chinese team had successfully completed the battle to rescue the hostages.

"Hey, Chinese, I want to ask, are you really professional soldiers?" the leading soldier asked Yan Fenghuo.

"Of course." Yan Fenghuo looked at the time and smiled: "And they are elite professional soldiers. We completed the hostage rescue mission fifteen minutes early, hehe."

The Russian soldier shook his head, glanced at the pillar base of the building that was almost demolished, and spread his hands: "But I think you are more like China's urban management troops. The demolition techniques are too professional."

It was indeed very professional. Yan Fenghuo used tanks to dismantle the building. Although the building was crumbling, it still stood there. It must be said that it was an extremely professional technique.

"You are wrong," Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "Our urban management troops in China generally do not dismantle this way. It is too dangerous and there is a possibility of being buried underneath. If they were here, they would drive the tanks to the roof of the building and remove them from the building.

The roof was demolished layer by layer.”

"What? They can drive the tank to the roof?" The Russian soldier looked in disbelief.

"Believe it or not, they can anyway. Thank you for your cooperation, hehe."

Yan Fenghuo smiled, waved his hand and led his team away from the dangerous building. He was quite sure that China's urban management troops could drive tanks to the top of the building to dismantle it. This was a matter of pride and honor.

Only one country succeeded in the hostage rescue mission: China.

Although the guys were very reluctant during the judging, there is no doubt that the Chinese team did rescue the hostages. Although their method was very unique, the goal was achieved.

Under the leadership of Yan Fenghuo, the Chinese team turned around in an instant, from last place yesterday to first place today, without any suspense.

In the ensuing anti-hijacking and forcible invasion, the Chinese team, led by captain Yan Fenghuo, showed violence in all its glory, almost no different from terrorists.

During the anti-hijacking battle, Yan Fenghuo tied bombs all over his body, screaming that he was going to die with the hijacking terrorists, and he did not hesitate to pull the fuse. Although the bomb was fake, it was enough to scare those pseudo-terrorists.

, finally compromised.

During the battle of forced intrusion, Yan Fenghuo originally wanted to use another tank to break in, but the Russian military refused to let them use it. With no choice, they had no choice but to use rocket launchers to forcibly break in.

After breaking in, all the terrorists inside had already died...

On the second day, the Chinese team ranked first in all three categories, leaving other countries far behind and making all countries look at them with suspicion.

Although violence is not a way to solve problems, it is a pity that violence is always the fundamental solution to problems. All countries do not treat Yan Fenghuo and others as professional soldiers, but treat them as violent terrorists...


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