The gunfire in the base has stopped, and the jihadists are searching carefully.
Rogers' eyes were vacant and his face was gloomy, as if he had suddenly aged a lot. It seemed that Dani's death had dealt a huge blow to him and seemed to have destroyed all his ambitions. This CIA tycoon who had been running rampant in Asia for several years suddenly had
The desolation of the sunset and poverty.
Stroking his daughter's cold body, Rogers' hair was disheveled, his lips were trembling, and there were no more tears.
Poor Dany lost her mother when she was a child and grew up in loneliness and loneliness. Not only did he, as a father, fail to fulfill his responsibilities, he actually killed her with his own hands in the end.
"Dani, poor child...why are you doing this?...Daddy is sorry for you..." Rogers choked up silently.
At this time, two holy warriors escorted Qiu Shui over.
"Mr. Rogers, what should we do with this Chinese woman?" A soldier came up to ask for instructions.
"Chinese woman?..." Rogers raised his head in confusion. Dany's death made him confused. If it weren't for the reminder of the holy warrior, he would have completely forgotten about Qiushui.
"Tie her to the missile launcher!" Rogers suddenly roared.
The holy warriors next to him looked at each other in confusion, not sure what Rogers wanted to do.
"Activate the backup launch system and see how that damn Han Feng comes to save his woman. If he acts like a coward, let this woman be buried with Dany!" Rogers roared with ferocious eyes.
Launching a missile? The attendants around Rogers were all dumbfounded, and one guy reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Rogers, please don't forget our mission!"
Rogers looked back at the guy for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter. As soon as the laughter stopped, he pulled out his pistol without warning and shot the follower's head open.
"Fuck the mission, I'm going to tear that son of a bitch into pieces!" Rogers yelled hysterically.
The remaining people were shocked. They had no doubt that Rogers had gone crazy.
Qiu Shui looked at Rogers who had lost his mind, with a mocking smile on his face. She did not resist and allowed the holy warriors to tie her tightly to the missile launcher. She believed that Han Feng would definitely come to save her, and these people in front of her
The end must be tragic. She could clearly hear the fierce battle just now. One Han Feng easily turned the entire base upside down, and hundreds of holy warriors suffered heavy casualties. At this moment, Qiu Shui was filled with pride. She knew that in
In Han Feng's eyes, these domineering, arrogant and stupid terrorists are just a group of pitiful ants. Even if Han Feng moves a finger, he will turn them into powder.
The huge missile launch site was empty except for the giant missile standing tall. The shrewd Rogers knew how powerful Han Feng was and removed all the things that affected the shooting range and line of sight. He would never leave anything to Han Feng.
Any opportunity to get close enough for a sneak attack.
Surrounding the missile launcher, he ambushed four snipers in the dark according to height and distance. There were even more heavy troops ambushed in the surrounding platforms and buildings on the fourth and fifth floors. As soon as Han Feng showed up, he would be unable to fly.
Time passed by, and there was still no news about the holy warriors sent to search for Han Feng. Looking at the beautiful Chinese woman on the missile launcher, Rogers couldn't help but become anxious. He knew that Han Feng was hiding nearby, but these
The stupid holy warrior just can't find him.
"Son of a bitch!" Rogers spat quietly.
Every twenty minutes, Rogers would quietly contact the lurking snipers to determine their location and situation. He was really worried. He had thoroughly experienced Han Feng's methods. Without these four key
A sniper who can determine the outcome with one shot at any time, he really has no idea just based on the holy warriors under Hoja.
Rogers wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Blair! Blair!" A hollow echo came from the other end of the walkie-talkie. Rogers' face suddenly changed, and he anxiously called the sniper below: "Sloney,
Sloane…”
"Keating, Keating..."
Still no answer.
Rogers threw away the walkie-talkie and shouted at the jihadist: "That son of a bitch is here, get him out of here!"
At this moment, there was a soft "bang" sound, and the last sniper, who was perfectly hidden, was shot through the head by a 7.62mm bullet, and half of his skull exploded into the sky with red and white liquid.
The missile launch site suddenly became a mess.
Han Feng was holding a Dragunov sniper rifle, like a ghost, appearing and disappearing. With every gunshot, a holy warrior must fall to the ground howling. Han Feng did not intend to kill them immediately. Every time
The guns accurately penetrated the enemy's carotid arteries, and the hot blood arrows sprayed out more than two meters away. The holy warriors who fell on the ground could hardly move, and allowed the blood to pour out from their bodies, with their eyes wide open and their pupils wide open.
Magnified, soon all the muscles in the body lost control, and smelly urine and feces rushed out from the lower body. Then, the god of death flapped his black wings and embraced their souls.
When the other holy warriors saw the appearance of their companions, they were so frightened that many of them lost the courage to fight again on the spot.
This is Han Feng's psychological tactic. It does not kill with one shot, but uses the tragic situation of the person who was shot before death to infinitely amplify the fear of death among the living. Moreover, this fear will spread quickly like the plague, and in a very short time
In a short period of time, the enemy's fighting spirit can be destroyed.
Of course, this method is a bit cruel, but on a life-and-death battlefield, there is no such thing as benevolence and justice.
To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself. This is the clearest understanding for all those who have experienced death.
Seeing the holy warriors around him scurrying around like headless flies, either being knocked down by bullets, collapsing from fear, or being trampled to death by their companions, Rogers despaired. He picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke at the top of his lungs.
gave the order to launch missiles.
However, what answered him was the sound of an RPG-7 rocket whizzing past. Before the white tail flame disappeared, the backup launch room was blown into ruins.
Before Rogers could react, the missile launch site was engulfed in thick smoke from several smoke bombs.
Rogers howled and led his men towards the missile launcher. Qiu Shui was the last trump card in his hand. If he lost this card, none of them would survive.
However, there were only two broken ropes left in front of the huge missile launcher, and Qiu Shui had disappeared.
At this moment, Hoja's voice came from the loudspeaker: "Dear Rogers, I have started the self-destruction program of the bomb. Within two minutes, you, Han Feng and everything here will be wiped out. Goodbye."
!May Allah bless you! Haha..."
"Hoja, you scumbag! I'm going to kill you!" Rogers howled like a furious beast.