When the man on the stage made a move, his subordinates dared to attack him there.
Apart from other things, he had just dealt with the seriously injured brother in the car with a decisive attitude. If he dared to slow down now, he would be completely destroyed.
Although the sniper in the hidden tower is worrying, compared to the threat that is close at hand, the man on the mobile phone is obviously more terrifying.
Not daring to delay, the heavy machine gunner hurriedly took action, dragging the gun rack and preparing to change direction.
Seeing his men move, the man on the desk narrowed his eyes slightly and flashed with satisfaction.
"Hit me and say hello to that tower!!" The man with the handstand yelled and roared.
This time he thought clearly that he had to deal with the tower no matter what.
Obviously, high-point suppression is very detrimental to him.
As long as the tower threat is eliminated, the rest won't be a problem.
But the next scene completely dumbfounded the mobile phone man.
Just when he was venting his anger and issuing the attack order, the heavy machine gunner in the car suddenly seemed to be sick and crawled on the machine gun rack with his soles.
At first, the man at the desk thought it was the heavy machine gunner who had slipped and ended up in such a mess. Then he yelled at his subordinate: "Hey! What are you doing? Didn't you eat at noon? Get up quickly! Don't pretend to be dead there. .”
But after a few words of shouting, there was no reaction from Faxia's subordinates.
At this time, someone nearby muttered: "Big, big brother, he, he seems to have been, to be killed!"
Hearing this, the man on the mobile phone realized a very serious problem. He was annoyed for a long time. Instead of pretending to be dead, the machine gunner was killed by... the sniper from the opposite side!
The blood slowly slid down the gun frame, and the traces of scarlet mixed in the blood clearly revealed the fate of the machine gunner.
damn it! !
The man with the mobile phone would never have thought that he was just sitting there doing ink-making skills, which gave Huabiao another chance to aim and shoot.
And Huabiao lived up to his identity as a scout of the Sharp Knife Company. The two shots he fired decisively were not only accurate, but also greatly reduced the arrogance of the man in charge and boosted his own fighting mood.
Another person died, and the man on the phone was itching in anger. This kind of thing is really...
"Fuck me! What the hell are you looking at there? Fuck me!!" From his heart, anger grew to the point of embarrassment. The man on the desk looked at the subordinate who had just reminded him and scolded him harshly.
He listened to the Taiwanese man's instructions and reminded his subordinates who were dumbfounded.
If he could, he really wanted to slap himself in the face.
Why did you say you had nothing to do when you were full and stuffed? Why did you have to mutter that way?
Is he fucking dead doing my shit? It's great now, I've been implicated as well.
"Didn't you hear me calling you up?"
"Bang bang!!" The man holding the desk was obviously driven a little crazy by Huabiao's gunfire. He raised his gun slightly and fired several shots at his men's feet.
The water splash caused by the bullet hitting the ground scared the men and jumped up and down.
Faced with this kind of coercion, what else can the subordinates do?
Like the previous heavy machine gunner, he decisively chose the latter when he was killed by a hand-held man or a Huabiao sniper.
But before his men could take action, he saw the glass of the car where the man on the car was hiding suddenly shattered, and then the man on the car who was still arrogant shrank down and squatted down.
Huabiao also performs the same actions as the man on the table.
Just now, he captured the "hysterical" behavior of the man on the mobile phone through the sniper scope. The man's violent behavior gave Huabiao a sniper angle.
Although it was not obvious, Huabiao still keenly captured the opportunity and fired the shot.
Although the Huabiao gun was fired by a man from Taiwan, the sound of the bullet penetrating the glass really startled the skinhead gang.
Especially the guy who was scolded and ordered by the man at the desk. He had half of his body exposed and immediately retreated.
Speaking of which, he had to thank the man on the desk for getting angry, otherwise he would have gone downstairs to keep company with his accomplices.
This is the power of snipers. Even though Huabiao only has one man and one gun.
A good shooter, with accurate marksmanship and keen judgment, can often inflict great psychological shock on his enemies several times or even dozens of times.
At present, Huabiao is still unable to fully utilize its sniper capabilities due to various restrictions.
If this was really in the mountains or in the middle of a city, Huabiao was confident that he could kill these bastards on his own.
But now he must stay in the village for the sake of his brothers in the village, and this undoubtedly greatly hinders his actions.
"Big, big brother, are you okay?"
Looking at the handheld man who was cowering under the tire and not daring to move, the subordinate who was ordered out hesitated and asked in a low voice.
Where is this, who am I, what am I doing?
These three questions popped into my mind.
Immediately afterwards, concern came from his subordinates.
The man holding the desk gradually came back to his senses in a daze.
Raindrops kept hitting his head, and the man holding the desk slowly turned his head to look above his head.
Immediately on the edge of the window where he was standing just now, he saw bullet holes that could be eliminated with his finger.
The thick steel plate has been penetrated, and the bullets fired have long since disappeared, but at this moment, the man holding the desk is not happy at all.
The reason is very simple. If he hadn't been afraid of falling to the ground just now, I'm afraid...
Wu Zi swallowed and spit, and the man holding the desk felt uneasy.
Until another voice came from the side: "Boss, how are you doing?"
Hearing his subordinates call out again, the man on the table finally came out of his panic.
After walking away, an inexplicable anger rushed to the top of his head.
It doesn't matter if one of his subordinates is killed, it is someone else's life after all.
But the damn guy in the tower opposite actually pointed his gun at him and wanted his life. The man on the desk couldn't bear this kind of thing.
What I was thinking was: The face I gave you just now is really that you think I am easy to bully, right? Damn it...
"Fight! Fight! Fight me! Don't stay here, go and load the machine gun for me!! Where are you and the rocket launcher? Damn it! Use it for me to blast the tower over there!"
"Didn't you hear what I said, please move!"
After two roars, the man with the handstand stood up, kicked the nearest subordinate, and then fired several shots into the sky.
Hua Biao frowned slightly when he heard the gunshots from the opposite side. He knew that the shot he had aimed at the man in front of him had failed.
Otherwise, there would be no such movement on the other side.
Being scolded by the person on the stage, the skinheads were in chaos.
The two party members who were named out looked ugly.
The other guy who was called out carried a rocket launcher on his shoulder, stretched himself out, then took cover from the car body and ran quickly towards the edge of the car body.
I have to say that this bazooka shooter is still very smart. He doesn't run around like his pig-brained accomplices.
But objectively speaking, it is not the rocket launcher shooter who is smart. It can only be said that the skinheads shot by the Huabiao machine gun sniper were frightened and everyone was in danger.
Now they are all afraid that the accurate shooter will shoot them with the next bullet.
Therefore, every action is extremely cautious, and no one dares to show his head outside casually.
