Just as Fu Ming expected, more than a dozen Asians walked out in twos and threes from every corner of the street.
Fu Ming was more sure of his thoughts. These people were definitely not sent by the CIA, but which organization did these people belong to? The General Staff Intelligence Office wanted to send people to kill him? This is impossible!
No matter which organization these people belonged to, Fu Ming could only resist as much as possible. He didn't want to lose his life here. He held down the policeman's shoulders.
"Brother, don't be nervous. Think about the scenes during your usual target training. There must be moving targets. They are moving targets. Only by killing them can we survive. In a short period of time, we can only rely on ourselves!"
As Ming said this, he held his cell phone in his hand and sent a text message to Xu Cheng. It would take more than ten minutes for Xu Cheng to get here. During these ten minutes, if Fu Ming and the policeman did not resist,
, if they just hide in place, they will definitely die.
There are snipers watching overhead, armed men on the ground, and maybe private helicopters in the sky.
The policeman gradually calmed down, and the training at the police academy and shooting range suddenly came to mind, "Indeed, we have no choice. I can trust you with my back. But I only have one magazine.
It won't be long. People who work in this industry never know when they will be gone..." This policeman was already prepared to make sacrifices. After joining this industry, he had no intention of having a good death. Until today,
His patrol work has always been uneventful, and there have been no major cases at all. This makes him feel that it is the greatest favor from Allah to him. "After living for decades, he would have earned enough before he died.
If I can bring in a few terrorists, it’s worth it!”
Fu Ming chuckled. "The outcome is still unclear, so don't say anything about death or death!" As soon as he finished speaking, the ground personnel changed from walking slowly to trotting. Even on a hot day, they still wore long-sleeved jackets to cover themselves.
MP7 submachine gun hidden in his arms.
"Kill them! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" A leading Asian shouted while running, and the MP7 submachine gun in his hand opened fire instantly.
Dense bullets crackled on the bench. The MP7 submachine gun used pistol bullets, but the initial velocity of the bullets was larger than that of the pistol. The wooden bench was hit with sawdust flying, and the sawdust hit Fu Ming's face.
There was a burst of pain. Fortunately, most of the bullets were stuck in the bench and did not penetrate the strong wood. Only sporadic bullets passed through the gaps in the bench, but they did not pose much threat to Ming.
When Fu Ming realized the danger, he chose this bench as a cover, which made sense. Hiding behind the bench could effectively withstand bullets, and sporadic bullets would not cause any damage at all!
"What are you waiting for? Fight back!" Seeing Fu Ming stunned, the policeman couldn't hold it any longer. In order to save ammunition, he did not adjust the Glock-18 in his hand to burst mode, but fired one round at a time.
Single-point, bang-bang-bang gunshots rang out continuously. Although they did not hit the enemy, they frightened the Asians. The bullets almost grazed their scalps and flew past.
Fu Ming looked at the policeman in surprise and was stunned for a moment. Then he raised his hand and started shooting. The sounds of banging and banging came one after another. The pedestrians on the road finally knew what happened here. They looked at the policeman's body and felt nauseated.
The stomach was churning, and people with poor psychological quality actually vomited on the spot.
The smell of blood permeated the surroundings, letting people know that this gun battle was not a movie or an exercise, but a real gun battle!
Pedestrians screamed and ran away, and some good-hearted people raised their mobile phones and hid in corners to record everything.
Not far away, I remembered the voice of Ula Ula, and the patrol car rushed here immediately, but it seemed to be of no avail. The three or four policemen in the police car had no chance of winning against the dozen Asians holding submachine guns. The police even fired their rifles.
nothing,
The sniper in the distance finally worked. A bullet roared through the police car's fuel hole, and the sparks generated by the metal collision ignited the gasoline.
Just hearing a loud bang, the police car was blown up three to four meters high, and then fell straight to the ground. The roar was endless, and the policeman hiding behind the police car was directly blown away by the shock wave of the explosion.
He fell heavily to the ground. Although he was not seriously injured, his internal organs were churning and he lost his fighting ability.
"At the eleven o'clock direction, there are the most people there. Hit them with fire to suppress them!" Fu Ming raised his head and looked around, trying to find the location of the sniper. But the sniper was very professional, with high military accomplishments and an optical sight.
A sun visor was installed on it, and it was already dark, so the reflection produced by the scope could not be seen at all. Fu Ming secretly screamed something bad, and before he could fight back against those people at the eleven o'clock direction, he pulled
The police officers rushed into the low green belt next to the bench. The green belt blocked the sniper's field of vision, and he could not aim and shoot at the target for a while.
The Asians on the ground were not easy to mess with. After seeing Fu Ming get into the green belt, he raised his hand and started shooting. The bullets knocked the leaves of the broad-leaved forest in the green belt straight off in a few seconds.
A few minutes later, where Fu Ming got in, the low green belts turned out to be bare, with all the leaves knocked off and not many branches left!
Fu Ming aimed at the Asian man rushing at the front at eleven o'clock, raised his hand and fired two shots at the man, the concubine is hard to mess with, and the prince will be shattered. The distance between the two people was already very close, about twenty meters away.
, Fu Ming can hit the target with a pistol very accurately. Although he has not participated in combat for a long time, Fu Ming's marksmanship has not deteriorated at all, but he is often injured and has no exercise, which makes Fu Ming's physical strength somewhat exhausted. But Fu Ming's shooting skills have not deteriorated at all.
He knew clearly that he had to hold on now. At least he couldn't fall down before Xu Cheng and others arrived! Once he was shot, there would be no way to survive. The other party was obviously aiming for his life.
Seeing that someone on their side fell down, but the target person was unhurt, the group of Asians finally became anxious. One of the leading men shouted something into the microphone on his collar, in Japanese.
Of course, Fu Ming did not hear what language the other party spoke amidst the gunshots and shouts. Otherwise, based on this alone, he would be able to determine the specific identity of the other party. Before he could listen carefully to the other party's voice,
When the person was talking without thinking about finishing, there was a sound of propellers in the sky. It turned out that the sentence Fu Ming didn't hear clearly just now was that the other person was asking for help from a helicopter!
The helicopter in the night sky had a red indicator light on its belly. The indicator light flashed and the helicopter hovered over the heads of Fu Ming and the policeman, a little to the right.
Fu Ming could see that this was the best shooting angle. Helicopters at high altitudes had a wide field of vision, and with the height advantage, all the horizontal bunkers for Fu Ming were useless.
A flash of red flashed across Fu Ming's eyes, and then he felt dizzy. After the red flash, Fu Ming's eye was actually half-blind!
"Brother, be careful, there are snipers on the helicopter, and they are still using high-intensity red dot aiming!" Although Fu Ming's physical condition has reached a disadvantage, his brain is still racing rapidly, and he is still thinking clearly about the problem.
As soon as he finished speaking, before the policeman had time to find another bunker, the sniper on the helicopter decisively pulled the trigger. The bullet sprayed out with sparks, streaking through the air with a pale yellow trajectory, and the warhead hit the target.
The friction of the air produced a sharp and harsh whistling sound!
The bullet streaked across the night sky, leaving only a trail of flames like a meteor, and then accurately penetrated into the policeman's abdomen.
The policeman felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and black-red blood slowly seeped out from the round hole-shaped wound. The blood flowed more and more, and time passed quickly. After a few seconds, the policeman could only beat his hands.
He threw away the bullets in the pistol and lay on the ground without even the strength to stop the bleeding.
Fu Ming put the policeman's palm on the wound on the policeman's abdomen. "Press hard to stop the bleeding. You'll be fine!"
Fu Ming calculated his remaining bullets. This was already the second magazine, which was also the last magazine. He looked at the helicopter fiercely, and the pistol in his hand. If he shot into the sky, the bullets would only fly for one minute.
About 100 meters. But the helicopter is 200 meters above the ground. The sniper on the helicopter can attack Ming from about 500 meters away. Fu Ming, who does not have heavy weapons, is really at a disadvantage.
Fu Ming gave up on fighting the helicopter and instead aimed at the people on the ground. After three shots, he knocked down two more Asians. The three Asians were either shot in the heart or had their heads blown off.
, the scene was very bloody.
But after these three shots, the Type 92 9mm pistol in Fu Ming's hand had used up the last bullet.
The machine made a sound, and no more bullets were fired from the muzzle.
"Are we really going to die here?" Fu Ming looked at the Asians who were getting closer and closer to him. They immediately realized that Fu Ming had no bullets and lost their ability to defend themselves.
The Asians who were originally scrupulous now rushed towards Fu Ming like crazy. They didn't seem to want to kill Fu Ming directly, but instead wanted to capture Fu Ming alive!
Fu Ming secretly cried out in his heart, what the hell is going on? Why is everyone trying to catch him? Just when Fu Ming was about to collapse, the sound of another helicopter propeller came to mind in the sky.
Compared to those Asian helicopters, the other voice seemed faster and duller.