The area around the Big Wooden House was in chaos, the number of people and conflicts reached saturation, and madness continued to spread like a virus.
Following the second target behind the curtain, the warehouse became the first choice of other militants.
Perhaps during the entire process of capturing the big wooden house, no one stood up to resist, which made the militants think that the farm had no resistance. All the armed security guards were either dead or scared away by the momentum of their attack.
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The state of the armed men running towards the wooden house can be described as unscrupulous.
It was like entering their own back garden. Not to mention being prepared for a battle, some people even had their guns slung behind their backs.
Just to make myself run faster and be the first to rush into the warehouse to grab things.
Little did I know.
Behind every vehicle on this side of the warehouse, behind every haystack and mud mound, there is the most professional "killing machine" in the world.
Contractors who only have the right to self-defense and counterattack will not care about the laws of war in this chaotic area where the world does not pay attention.
Killing all targets that threaten you has become the only purpose of everyone here.
At 100 meters, no one fired;
At 80 meters, it’s as quiet as night;
At 50 meters, it is still as steady as an old dog;
At 20 meters, Long Zhan raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and started to prepare.
At 10 meters...
"Fire!
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As Long Zhan clenched his five fingers to give the signal, and at the same time shouted the command to fire, the message was conveyed to the entire audience instantly.
The contractors who had been preparing for the start all turned into indifferent butchers at this moment.
There is no high-tech photoelectric sight, only mechanical aiming which does not affect their shooting accuracy.
There are no privately customized tactical modules, only unified mass-produced standard firearm configurations, which does not affect their ability to become battlefield machines.
The contractors who took their guns and aimed at the enemy began to "slaughter" with cold eyes.
It’s a one-sided massacre!
"Da da da da da..."
The unique firing sound of Ak series weapons suddenly echoed throughout the entire venue.
Dozens of guns fired simultaneously, making a sound like thunder.
The warehouse that originally seemed non-threatening completed a super evolution in just one second, transforming from a broiler into a ferocious beast.
The more than 10 militants who were running at the front fell to the ground the moment the gunfire rang out.
Like wheat being cut down, they all fell to the ground with the inertia of running forward, and even slid forward for a certain distance.
The second group of militants following closely behind felt something was wrong and wanted to brake.
pity.
That's too late!
The 7.62 bullets flew through the air, harvesting the first wave of "straws", and then began to sweep across the rear with the force of wind and thunder.
The medium-power bullet has unparalleled stopping power and destructive power at close range.
There is an eye in the front and a big hole in the back.
I’m talking about the middle power bullet!
If hit on the body, a cloud of blood mist will immediately explode, and blood and flesh will begin to splash all over the sky. The militants who were not hit in the vital parts will suffer the most.
The screams were so heart-rending that they once covered up the fierce thunderous gunshots.
Gunshots.
Screams.
The smell of death began to permeate the air.
The blood, with a body temperature of 37 degrees and the smell of iron, quickly spread throughout the farm driven by the wind, stimulating everyone's nerves and sense of smell.
Long Zhan was still firing. After finishing one magazine, he immediately replaced it with a new one and continued to lock the target and fire.
The process is as coherent as a computer, and the eyes are as cold as a machine.
The remaining 10 or so contractors were also firing, unilaterally massacring the mob in front of them, their expressions as cold and murderous as Long Zhan's.
In the process of aiming and firing, there is not even 0.1 second of hesitation.
This is a veteran.
These are the elites who have experienced life and death on the battlefield and never show mercy to their enemies.
If a professional army from a big country came over, it might be a bit of a threat to some people in Long Zhan, and they wouldn't be able to be so calm in a firefight.
It's a pity that those who came over were just some crooked people, a group of desperadoes with guns.
Militants without any professional training may be able to try their luck in a one-on-one duel at close range and kill a being stronger than themselves.
But once it comes to team fighting, positional fighting, and distance.
Everything is destined.
A mob without professional training, even if they hold the same gun, is just holding a fire stick in front of a real killing machine.
The first wave of militants who rushed over were all knocked to the ground in less than 30 seconds.
More than 30 bodies fell to the ground.
More than a dozen people fell to the ground and howled in pain. The heart-rending screams penetrated the entire farm and scared the courage of the armed men behind them.
This is the most realistic portrayal of the gap in strength.
Seeing how huge the warehouse was, the remaining militants suppressed their inner greed with a strong desire for life.
In order to save their own lives, they turned around and ran outside as far as they could, fearing that a hole would be made in their bodies if it was too late.
The armed men on the big wooden house had no idea what was happening on the other side of the warehouse.
They heard the fierce gunshots from the warehouse, and after rummaging through the large wooden house but finding nothing, they were all so angry that their eyes were red, and their senses had disappeared from their brains.
You couldn't see the other people escaping in a hurry, you could only see the warehouse not far away.
Instinctively, I thought that there was goods in the warehouse, and an internal fight had already begun.
In order to get a piece of the pie, the armed men in the big wooden house changed their targets one after another and rushed towards the warehouse dozens of meters away.
This was the rush of 50 people, forming the second wave of offensive against the warehouse.
The second group of armed men rushed over with great momentum. Because they were worried that they would not be able to catch up, they ran very fast, and the fierce expressions on their faces were in place.
No matter how much you play with eggs, you can't hide the fact that eggs are fragile.
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After all, it is a mob.
Rapid and intensive Ak series gunfire erupted outside the warehouse again.
Tens of seconds later!
The second wave of militants, who were so stimulated by greed that they lost their minds and rushed forward, were also awakened by a painful lesson.
In the end, more than 20 bodies were left behind, and nearly 10 wounded people fled in confusion.
There were more than 20 wounded people left behind from the two waves of attacks. They were beaten and beaten but could not escape. In the end, they could only cry in despair among the piles of corpses.
The desperate wailing at this moment is more like a warning.
Tell all the little people around you that the weapons at Westwood Farm are not that easy to get.
The militants who had been rushing in in a steady stream really felt the hardness of the iron plate in the Westwood Farm and were completely frightened.
In order to save their own lives, everyone made the smartest choice.
The exaggerated scene at the beginning, like zombies entering the country and a large group of armed men rushing into the Westwood Farm, was now replaced by not a single person in sight.
"A bunch of rabble!"
Long Zhan spat on the ground, then pointed at the two people with his fingers and said: "You two clean up the battlefield and kill all those guys. The screams are really unpleasant and affect my mood."
"Okay, boss."
After several replies in unison, sporadic precise shots began to resound throughout the farm.
After each burst of gunfire, there would be a heart-rending scream that ended abruptly like a pause being pressed.
Yuri, who had been hiding in the warehouse, saw the group of people in front of him slaughtering expressionlessly, even the wounded lying on the ground.
An uncontrollable burst of heartache!
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead!
No matter how idiotic you are, if you see a group of people being able to kill people with such indifference, you will realize the terror of this group of people.
As one of the top arms dealers in Africa, Yuri has met all kinds of people. He has a better vision and knows how terrifying Long Zhan's group is. A strong impulse suddenly surges deep in his heart.
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If you can find such a person as a bodyguard, it will be worth spending no matter how much money you spend!
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After all the munitions were loaded onto the trucks, the screams in the pile of corpses outside the warehouse disappeared, and the wood farm returned to its long-lost tranquility.
Only Yuri was left, who had never seen such a scene before, and his heart was still turbulent and difficult to calm down.
Long Zhan didn't have time to wait for Yuri to calm down. His instinct told him that this matter was not over yet, and if he didn't leave as soon as possible, he would definitely be in greater trouble.
"Everyone get on the bus, set off immediately, maintain order in the convoy, and return along the original route."
Following Long Zhan's order, the contractors who had been temporarily assigned various tasks due to special circumstances quickly returned to their posts.
The leading car, the leading car, the rear car...
Drivers, machine gunners, armed security...
It only took less than 30 seconds for everyone in the team to get all their cars in place and start their engines.
The idling sound of the six cars was like a buffalo preparing for a charge.
"Mr. Yuri, the loading is over. We need to leave as soon as possible. Will you come with us, or will you drive yourself?"
Long Zhan called Yuri before getting into the car in order to achieve his secret purpose.
After that, he added: "They are likely to come back. I suggest you come with us so that you can be safer."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Gibran, you have helped me a lot. If you need to buy arms from me in the future, I will give you a 10% discount."
When Yuri heard that the militants would come again, he didn't dare to refuse Long Zhan's invitation. He reluctantly agreed and even offered benefits.
"Thank you in advance and get in the middle truck."
Long Zhan pointed at the second truck in the middle, then without saying any words, he strode to the first truck, picked up the on-board intercom and gave the order.