Ordinarily, these American agents wouldn't be so good, which is why they lost so many troops today.
It was entirely a matter of knowledge. Although landmines appeared at this time, they had never seen the booby traps and concealment methods deployed by Liu Zhenming, so they were caught off guard.
In addition to the above problems, they also underestimated Liu Zhenming. According to common sense, Liu Zhenming had no time to escape, so how could he dare to come back to make trouble? Therefore, Marco did not think about it in that way.
Liu Zhenming, who was lying in the dark, was startled. The boy stood up suddenly, and Liu Zhenming had to hold his breath as much as possible, fearing that if he made any more noise, the two of them would come forward to check.
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Liu Zhenming didn't have the confidence to quietly kill the two of them with his bare hands.
Fortunately, after a while, Marco and the two sat down again, and Liu Zhenming waited quietly for another hour two hundred meters away from them. When they were completely relaxed, Liu Zhenming calmly spoke.
Bit by bit it started to squirm.
The distance of two hundred meters relied on Liu Zhenming to get closer with great perseverance. At this time, the bonfires in the entire camp were almost extinguished, leaving only the pile in front of Marco and the two people. The beating flames reflected their exhaustion.
on the face.
Maybe it was because they were too nervous today, or maybe they thought there was no danger here, so they were so relaxed, with their eyes half-closed.
Fifty meters away, Liu Zhenming could already clearly see the expressions on their faces.
Liu Zhenming snorted in his heart and threw the grenade without hesitation. The grenade, which had already set the fuse, formed a parabola in mid-air.
With a clatter, it landed in front of the two of them.
"What's the noise?" As soon as Marco opened his eyes, he heard a loud boom, then felt pain in his body and took off.
"God, am I coming to see you?" Marco's consciousness disappeared in mid-air.
Seeing that the sneak attack was successful and the explosion had just sounded, Liu Zhenming no longer cared about exposing his identity and threw five grenades at Foster's tent at the speed of one grenade per second.
Boom, boom,…
The sound of explosions seemed even louder in this silent night, and the mountains responded one after another, making the birds and animals within a radius of dozens of miles tremble with fear, and those who were active at night did not dare to come out to look for food.
"No, we were attacked by a sneak attack."
"The yellow man is back."
…
The agents and police in the tent were all too familiar with the sound of the explosion. As soon as they heard the sound, they knew it was the grenade used by Liu Zhenming. They didn't even dare to put on their clothes, so one or two hurriedly picked up the grenade and put it on the table.
The rifle next to him rolled out of the tent and fired randomly.
The entire camp seemed in chaos, and the Americans were stunned by this sudden attack.
At this time, of course, you can take advantage by hiding in the darkness.
The bonfire was in the center of the camp, surrounded by tents. Liu Zhenming lurked here for five hours and remembered the location of the tents clearly. Besides, he didn't need a gun to kill him, even if the fire was smaller.
, the power of his weapons of mass destruction is also extraordinary.
The Americans were miserable. The grenades were not taken seriously at all at this time. Don't say they didn't carry them with them. Even if they did, the power of the explosion could not be compared with what Liu Zhenming used.
Boom, boom.
Liu Zhenming hid in the darkness and worked tirelessly on his grenade throwing business. Often, he would throw a grenade based on the sound of a gunshot.
Liu Zhenming is like the US military in later generations. He just bullies others because their weapons are not as advanced as his own, he bullies others because he is not as rich as himself, uh, he is not as meritorious as himself...
For the sake of his own life, he forced himself to use the grenades as bullets and rained them on several tents desperately.
"Oh, God, where's the heavy machine gun? Where's our heavy machine gun?"
"The heavy machine gun is at the head!"
"Where's the head?"
"have no idea."
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Of course, those federal agents were not ordinary people. They were at least one in a hundred. They rolled out of the tent into the dark place outside, trying to find Liu Zhenming's location to shoot.
It's a pity that this is darkness, and it's not that easy to find someone to come out.
Inside the tent, Foster's legs were blown off, but he remained silent. As soon as he heard the explosion, he prepared to jump out of the tent. Unfortunately, before he could do so, a grenade was thrown at him.
At this time, Foster knew that he was the main target, because apart from the night watchmen, he was the first to be attacked. Therefore, even if his legs were blown off, he did not make a sound. He knew
, as long as he calls out, the opponent's life-threatening grenade will be thrown over again.
"You bastard, I should have tortured you to death at that time!" Foster felt regretful in his heart. It would have been better if Liu Zhenming had been killed during the torture. Why did he have to go to court?
Looking at his lower body, which was broken at the knee and his calves were turned into flesh, Foster was so painful that cold sweat covered his forehead. He was also a ruthless person, gritting his teeth and crawling forward with two hands.
Climbing to the side of the Maxin heavy machine gun, this machine gun was their only heavy weapon. Foster originally thought that it would not be needed, but he did not expect that not only would it be used, but he would also have to rely on it to survive.
Foster endured the severe pain, estimated the direction of Liu Zhenming's attack, adjusted the angle, pulled the trigger fiercely, and then roared: "Kill him, kill him."
Da da da…
The machine gun fired violently, spraying out a tongue of flame from the muzzle, sweeping away everything in front of it. The tent that was damaged by the grenade tore open a hole, and the projectiles rained towards Liu Zhenming.
Come.
The heavy machine gun can fire bursts or bursts. Of course, at this time, Foster was full of anger and did not relax at all when he pulled the trigger. Besides, he did not know the specific location of Liu Zhenming, so he pointed the muzzle of the gun.
Shooting in a fan shape and scanning a large area forced Liu Zhenming to reveal his position, thus creating opportunities for others to kill Liu Zhenming.
Foster's hateful shooting made Liu Zhenming miserable. Not to mention that he half-raised his body when throwing the grenade, even raising his head was a bit difficult.
Bullets were flying randomly in front of him, some hitting the big tree next to him, and some hitting the soil in front of him. Fortunately, the location he chose was a depression, otherwise he would have been hit by the bullets.
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However, other Americans with heavy firepower support rushed over with shouts. The situation was not so good for Liu Zhenming.
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