Thinking silently in his mind, Hua Biao understood the "temper" of the gun in his hand with the accurate killing result of the last shot.
Yes, for a good shooter, in their eyes the gun is not a cold tool, but a spiritual existence.
So every gun has its own different "temper".
A good shooter will try to understand the "temper" of the gun as much as possible during the practice with the gun to achieve the so-called "unity of man and gun."
Only if you fully understand the "temper" of the analytical gun can you strike accurately.
Although Huabiao can't really figure out the "temper" of the guy in his hand, he is now confident after his last successful experience.
again!
After taking aim, Huabiao didn't say anything nonsense and just pulled the trigger. Immediately after, the head of the person in the camera fell backward and disappeared.
Just one shot!
The sound of heavy machine gunfire stopped momentarily.
Lao Zhao hid in the position and listened to the movement outside becoming quieter, then took a peek outside.
Good guy, the fire from the two heavy machine guns suddenly disappeared.
How could he miss this rare opportunity to fight back? Lao Zhao directly fired his gun and said, "Hit! Lao Bi, Xiao Wen, hit! Xiao Wang! Hit hard!"
No matter whether the counterattack is effective or not, the opponent has been suppressed for a long time and can't even let out a fart. Now as long as there is a chance to open fire, there is nothing to say and he will definitely do it.
After Wenquan Xin heard this, he opened fire first.
Immediately afterwards, the remaining team members also attacked one after another.
With their timely appearance, they can effectively cover the beautiful watch on the roof.
Once the various firepower points behind the wall were launched, it was easy for the skinheads to do their job. It was Lao Zhao and the others who killed the two accomplices.
"Asshole!! Asshole!! Asshole!!" He cursed three assholes in a row!
It's no wonder that the man on the stage went berserk, because the development of the situation on the field was obviously different from what he expected.
After the tower was destroyed, he originally thought he could regain control of the overall situation, but he never expected that before he could fuck for a few minutes... two more brothers were killed.
You tell me, where can he go to reason with you?
The angry man on the desk turned his face to the other side and glanced at the other side. Before he could see the situation clearly, he was repelled by the "anger" that Lao Zhao and others had been holding back for a long time and finally vented.
This was already depressing, but now he was "named" by the opponent's bullets. The man holding the phone shouted: "You are so damn blind. Didn't you see that someone was taking care of you outside? Hurry up and get two machine guns set up!"
Even at this point, the man on the stage still did not issue a full-line attack order.
It can also be seen from this that this Taiwanese man is really a very persistent man.
It's just that his persistence fell on the ears of the team members below...no one paid attention.
None of his men are fools. They killed two shooters in a row. If they go out at this time, they will die.
Therefore, in the face of the shouts of the men on the stage, the skinhead gang members remained surprisingly consistent and did not make a sound, pretending that they did not hear them.
Seeing that no one is moving around, how do you feel about the psychology of a man wearing a mobile phone?
"What I say doesn't work, does it? You don't want to ask you to go out alone, do you? You have to call me by name, right!? Okay! Okay! You, and you! Get out of here! Right now!"
The unlucky ones were the two closest to the man on the stage.
The skinhead directly named the two of them out.
There was nothing the two men could do about this.
The only option is to put down the guy in your hand and walk towards the outside world.
On the other side, Huabiao never thought that he had completely cut off the heavy machine gun position with his two previous shots.
As long as that vehicle is not blown up and the heavy machine gun on it is not destroyed, the enemy will definitely continue to send attacks.
But it doesn't matter, Hua Biao, who was well prepared, has already pointed his gun at the skinheads and stepped forward to exit.
No, as soon as the unlucky guy showed his head, Hua Biao shot him out.
The bullet was not aimed at the target's fatal position. Hua Biao fired a shot into the target's body.
The purpose is very simple, to slow down the opponent's speed and cause psychological pressure to other people on the opponent's side.
The skinheads who were shot immediately leaned against the car board with faces showing pain.
He wanted to call on the brothers behind him to help him.
But when he looked back, he saw that there were no other brothers. The one who was following him had long since disappeared in a nook and cranny.
The unlucky guy had no one to save him, and across the street from Wenquan Xinzheng had no place to vent his worries. The skinheads were all behind the car, and he couldn't find anyone to beat him up.
Good thing now, someone has appeared. How could Wenquan Xin miss this rare opportunity?
Turn the muzzle of the gun and release the shuttle immediately.
Not only did he open fire himself, Wenquan Xin also did not forget to greet his brothers and let them have fun together.
"Xiao Wang, Lao Bi, there's a guy coming out over there, kill him!"
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"
The unlucky guy was instantly engulfed by tongues of fire, and he didn't know how many bullets hit him. This time, no matter how many hands he had, he couldn't block the hole.
The body tilted, and the unfortunate guy fell straight inward.
After falling to the ground, blood spurted out instantly, staining the ground red.
Looking at the unlucky guy who was almost turned into honeycomb, the corner of the man's lips twitched.
This is no longer a slap on his cheek, but a shit on his head.
"You're still looking at those fucking balls! You're holding a stick in your hand. What are you doing standing there? Give me a beating!"
Raise your hand and shoot outside with "bang bang"!
With the man in charge taking the lead, all the subordinates regained their composure and launched a counterattack.
When it was over, the man on the stage turned his eyes to the guy who abandoned his team members and retreated into position.
"I'm not talking to you, right? What are you doing here?"
"me……"
"Get out! Put the gun up for me!" He kicked out.
Fortunately, his men were quick to dodge, otherwise he would have kicked him down just now.
"I, I'm going!"
With no choice, facing the angry man on the stage, his subordinates had no choice but to obey.
When they reached the edge of the car, their footsteps stopped.
The logic is clear, but putting it into action is not that easy.
"How long do you plan to leave the ink on!?" I originally wanted to observe the situation outside before taking action.
But the man behind the desk was urging him, and his subordinates had no choice.
Swallowing, spitting, clenching his teeth, his heart pounding... "Ah!!"
The ghost howled, and the entire countryside echoed with the roar of his men.
"Yo ho! Another one is trying to kill him! Kill him!!" Wenquan Xin didn't care, the men on the other side's bold roar sounded like a provocative horn to him.
And with a greeting from Wenquan Xin, good fellow, water bullets poured out.
The men who had just rushed outside to show their heads did a short five-step jump on the spot, then fell down in the water and remained motionless.
Looking at the skinheads who were knocked down again in the sniper scope, Hua Biao felt helpless.
According to what he meant, he planned to make some articles with the help of this guy.
After all, the guy on the other side just stayed behind the car and didn't move, which was a big disadvantage to them.
Therefore, it is a good choice to use the heavy machine gun position to make some articles.
It's a pity that my brother has been "hungry" for too long. As soon as someone shows up on the opposite side... a pack of wolves will pounce on him.
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