Mo Changfeng and Qin Lan quickly found the kidnapped Chinese anti-narcotics police.
The six Uyghur policemen looked haggard, obviously injured and then tortured by drug gangs. They were all in ragged clothes and unkempt, lying or leaning on each other, lying scattered in a dark corner.
Mo Changfeng left Qin Lan standing guard at the door, then unlocked the iron lock and walked in.
"Comrades, we are China's 'Cold Sting Commandos', and we have been ordered to rescue everyone!" Mo Changfeng said softly.
Everyone stood up, but no one spoke, obviously having doubts about the man in black in front of them.
Mo Changfeng walked up to a tall and mighty man and observed him coldly, but the man's face was covered in blood and it was impossible to distinguish his face. He asked softly: "Anti-narcotics team six?"
The man smiled, a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and an extremely sharp dagger pierced Mo Changfeng's chest like lightning.
Demonic training and countless life-and-death experiences gave Mo Changfeng an unimaginable ability to react to danger. At the critical moment, he leaned out a few points with incredible speed. It was this few points of difference that allowed him to avoid danger.
The vital part of his body was damaged, but the dagger still penetrated deeply into his shoulder blade.
At the same time, the other five people also jumped up and showed off the "Desert Eagle" in their hands.
"Fell into a trap!" This was what Mo Changfeng and Qin Lan thought at the same time.
Mo Changfeng held back the huge pain, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand, and kicked out a whirlwind kick like lightning. The guy in front of him was secretly delighted that his trick had succeeded. He didn't expect that Mo Changfeng was so powerful. He couldn't dodge and was kicked by Mo Changfeng.
He was kicked hard, his lower body was completely broken, and he died on the spot.
A guy who came up from behind was unprepared and was knocked to the ground by the corpse of his companion.
Several other people were about to raise their guns and shoot, when suddenly two guys howled miserably and fell to the ground dead. A sharp butterfly thorn was stuck in their throats. The man next to him suddenly felt his liver and gallbladder split, and his hands trembled, "Desert Eagle"
"Suddenly there was a harsh scream, the bullet grazed Qin Lan's cheek, and the hot bullet almost burned her skin.
Qin Lan was extremely angry, raised her bare hands lightly, and moved straight forward, the faint blue butterfly thorn penetrated into the enemy's heart without any hindrance.
At the same time as the gunshot sounded, Mo Changfeng had already slit the other guy's neck with a military thorn, and a cloud of blood mist spurted out in a fan shape, falling like rain.
The guy who was crushed tightly by the corpse was so frightened that he lost his soul when he saw the fate of his companions.
The sound of gunfire alerted the guards near the cell. The sounds of footsteps and calls sounded at the same time. It was a burst of fierce gunfire. Mo Changfeng knew that it was Liu Yinghao and Zhang Meng who had completed the minelaying mission and came to meet them.
The enemy took fire.
Mo Changfeng calmed down at this time. Countless battle experiences told him: the more critical the situation, the more important it is to remain calm.
Mo Changfeng put a sharp blade against the guy's throat and shouted viciously: "Tell me, where are the hostages?"
The guy was frightened by Mo Changfeng's fierce look and quickly pointed to the wall next to him.
Mo Changfeng followed the direction of his finger and found a secret door on the wall. It turned out that this cell actually had a room within a room. The door of the secret room inside was a huge stone, embedded in the wall, and the surrounding stones were different.
It is so seamless that if no one reminds me, it will be really difficult to find it for a while.
Mo Changfeng made a gesture to Qin Lan. Qin Lan understood and quickly found the mechanism that controlled the stone door. With a slight press, the heavy stone door opened with a bang.
Mo Changfeng withdrew the spur, turned and walked away. The guy escaped from death. He was overjoyed and got up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he straightened up, a cold light penetrated his chest. He opened his eyes wide with reluctance.
, fell to the ground and died.
It turned out that after Mo Changfeng took a few steps, he happened to touch the dagger that fell on the ground, so he kicked back. The dagger pierced the heart of the guy like a sharp arrow, and he was immediately in mourning.
Mo Changfeng will never show mercy to such drug traffickers who do all kinds of evil.
However, this guy was not lying. After confirmation, it was indeed the kidnapped Chinese anti-drug policeman held in the secret room.
Qin Lan quickly checked everyone's injuries. Fortunately, they were still able to move. After a simple bandage, the two of them rushed out with six police officers.
When passing by the cells outside, several anti-narcotics policemen picked up the weapons on the ground in unison. As long as they have a breath left, they will fight non-stop. These are China's steel warriors.
As soon as the gunfire rang out in the cell, the entire "Silver Moon Group" stronghold was like a camp being blown up. Gunfire broke out everywhere, and well-equipped drug traffickers swarmed out from their shelters and rushed towards the cell, screaming.
Chu Jiangtian used the Gatling Vulcan cannon on the tower to suppress the fire with fierce force, and the hot bullets tore the bodies of those guys into pieces.
Before the gunfire rang out, Han Feng and Xiao Bing had already reached a brightly lit hall on the second floor of Daiyue Tower.
This is the meeting hall and headquarters of the "Silver Moon Group". Due to the tense war, almost all the senior figures in the group, except Kazaman, are concentrated here to study countermeasures.
The room was filled with smoke, and it seemed that everyone had very different opinions, and there was a lot of quarrels.
As soon as Han Feng made an attack gesture towards Xiao Bing, gunshots were heard from the direction of the cell.
Xiao Bing kicked open the door of the conference hall and threw flash bombs and shock bombs in.
Before the people inside could figure out what was going on, they were overwhelmed by the blinding bright light and the harsh explosion.
After the flash and explosion, the CF05 micro-rammers in the hands of Han Feng and Xiao Bing were like death's scythes. The 5.8mm bullets tore living flesh into pieces.
When the guards heard the noise, they came around like crazy.
Han Feng and Xiao Bing immediately threw two smoke bombs, and using the cover of thick smoke, they floated down from the second floor and rushed outward.
Kazaman's personal bodyguards, all top-notch experts, followed frantically and rushed out.
In the blink of an eye, these guys broke into the minefield laid out by Xiao Bing, and the continuous explosions were deafening. The bodyguards who were swarming in were careless and were instantly penetrated by the explosive fragments and steel balls. They were torn repeatedly and their flesh was everywhere.
Debris mixed with dust flew everywhere.
The booby trap array arranged by Xiao Bing was impossible to avoid. He placed nine mines in each group, one as the center of the circle, and the remaining eight mines were divided into four tentacles and shot out at angles of 45 degrees, 135 degrees, 225 degrees and 295 degrees respectively.
There is a mine at each end of each tentacle, each one is 1.5m apart, and then the second group of mines is overlapped with the first group to form a rice shape. This mine laying method is very similar to the concentric circle projection chart of the navigation chart.