Wan Lin's right hand suddenly raised, and a subtle cold light flashed in the forest. The other party's left hand, which was reaching for the fire, suddenly drooped down.
At the same time, two shadows of yellow and white flashed across the forest, and then the opponent's scream "Ah..." came. With the opponent's shrill scream, Wan Lin rushed forward.
A palm slashed the opponent's neck. The opponent's scream suddenly stopped, his head tilted to the side, and then shouted to the microphone: "Xiaoya, Zhang Wa".
Xiaoya, Zhang Wa ran over from the side quickly when she heard the sound. The two of them saw Wan Lin squatting on the ground from a distance, clicking on the acupuncture points on the opponent's arms with both hands and busy stopping the bleeding. The opponent's left and right wrists were bare.
Blood was spraying outwards, and two broken hands fell on the grass not far away.
Xiaoya quickly squatted on the ground and opened the first aid box. She quickly took out two tourniquets and tied them to the other party's arms. She took out a needle and injected the opponent with a needle and then quickly bandaged the opponent's wrists.
Then he nodded at Wan Lin beside him, and the two stood up together.
Zhang Wa, who was standing by the side, saw Wan Lin and Xiaoya standing up from their opponent, walked up to him and looked coldly at the opponent's chest, raised his hand and pulled out a detonator and threw it aside, and took a tube from his opponent.
The body was removed.
He looked at the one in his hand, then opened the tube and glanced at Wan Lin, "Black gunpowder. No wonder the opponent was in a hurry to buy arms. It turned out that there was nothing in their hands! This is ordinary gunpowder used to make firework explosions."
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Wan Lin nodded, knowing in his heart that the domestic control of arms and explosives is strictly controlled. In such a general environment, it is indeed difficult for these terrorist scores to be greatly powerful.
He turned his head to look around and saw Cheng Ru. Dali and others had jumped off the tree, scattered around and were guarding, with guns facing around to prevent other terrorist points from appearing.
Seeing that his teammates had been alert, he turned around and said to Zhang Wa, "Check the bodies of other gangsters to see if they have such a person on them? These people are really brainwashed and are not afraid of death."
"Yes!" Zhang Wa raised her feet and walked around. Wan Lin looked down at the two leopards lying on the grass, and smiled bitterly in her heart: This young couple was so quick to start. They bit off their opponent before I could give orders.
Both hands must have been annoyed by the abuse of the horse by these people just now. Fortunately, they were a little sensible and did not directly take the opponent's life, leaving a living for themselves.
Thinking of this, he immediately turned his head to look for the pony he brought with him, but it had long disappeared in the forest. It was probably because of the gunshots and two leopards that ran away.
He looked down at Xiaohua and Xiaobai and gestured for a while, asking them to retrieve the horse. The two leopards flashed with excitement, shook their tails and jumped out, and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in a blink of an eye.
Wan Lin turned his head to look at Xiaoya, pointed to the person on the ground and asked in a low voice, "Isn't life dangerous?" Xiaoya's two big eyes flashed, revealing two rows of white teeth and smiled, and replied in a low voice:
"It's okay, I can't die. This generation will never think of using these hands to harm people again."
Wan Lin also grinned, then bent down and picked up two broken hands on the ground and walked towards Zhang Wa. Zhang Wa was squatting on the ground, checking the terrorists lying on the ground one by one. He turned around and saw Wan Lin walking towards him.
, frowned and said, "Today, I have seen what terror is? Four of them had this kind of gunpowder tied to them." He said, and stood up, pointing to a pile of kraft paper next to him.
Wan Lin raised his hand and threw his two broken hands on the corpse, then looked at the corpses lying on the ground, and saw that they were all shot on the forehead, and thought to himself: Thanks to his team members who locked these people,
Within a distance of meter, their team members would definitely be shot to death. If the armed police took action, they would definitely want to injure their opponents, and would never kill their opponents in one shot like their military special forces.
He knew that the training received by armed police soldiers was only to try to disarm their opponents, and unlike the special forces of the military, they received training to shoot the enemy in one place on the battlefield and never give the enemy a chance to counterattack. Therefore, in targeting these poor people
When the vicious terrorist score is used, the armed police's training will become a little sluggish. As long as the attack is slow, these terrorist scores will immediately counterattack, which may cause harm to their own people.
Thinking of this, he suddenly frowned, then turned his head and said to the microphone: "Lingling, notify the special police Wang Brigade of the situation here, reminding them to pay attention to the other party's body when encountering these terrorist scores and be sure to stay away from them."
Lingling immediately contacted Wang Tiecheng and informed the situation here. As soon as Lingling finished speaking, she suddenly heard Wang Tiecheng shouting in the microphone. She quickly turned her head and shouted to Wan Lin: "Leopard Head, their side
There may be a situation!"
Wan Lin was shocked and hurried to Lingling, took the microphone and asked, "Battle Wang, what's going on with you?"
Before Wang Tiecheng could answer, a deafening explosion came from his headphones. Wan Lin's heart suddenly rose and he quickly shouted: "Battle Wang, Battalion Wang!"
"It's okay, thanks to your reminder. There are bombs on these bunnies!" Wang Tiecheng's urgent voice came from his headphones, and then he said a few hurriedly and temporarily cut off the contact.
At this time, Wan Lin realized that something had happened to Wang Tiecheng. The special police were approaching. He had just heard Lingling say that there was a bomb on the other side, so he didn't care about talking to Wan Lin who picked up the microphone and immediately ordered his subordinates to stay away from the opponent immediately.
As soon as he gave the order, a terrorist scored a bomb on his body. Fortunately, after receiving the order, several special police officers immediately rushed out of the surrounding cover.
Wang Tiecheng is now in a hurry to direct the battle, and he doesn't care about informing Wan Lin in detail, and then cut off the contact after saying a few words.
Wan Lin's face showed an anxious expression. I wonder what was going on with Wang Tiecheng? He then handed the headphones and microphone to Lingling, turned his head and saw that the team members around him were looking at him, knowing that everyone listened
It was his anxious voice just now.
He turned around and looked at the prisoner lying on the ground. Seeing that he was slowly opening his eyes, he had already let out a painful whisper in his mouth. It was obvious that the severe pain on his two broken wrists had already made him unbearable.
Wan Lin raised his foot and walked towards him, pulled him up from the grass with his chest, and asked sternly, "How many people have you come this time?"
The other party gritted his teeth and looked at Wan Lin without saying a word, with a disdainful look in his eyes. Wan Lin was furious, and suddenly grabbed his bandaged wrist with his right hand, staring at him coldly.