The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 811 Massacre
The area of ​​the big wooden house became a mess, the number of people and conflicts reached saturation, and the madness continued to spread like a virus.

Immediately after the second target behind the curtain, the warehouse became the first choice of other militants.

Perhaps it was because during the entire process of capturing the big wooden house, no one stood up to resist, making the militants think that the farm had no resistance, and all the armed security guards were either dead or scared away by their rushing momentum. up.

The militants who ran towards the wooden house could be described as unscrupulous.

It's like entering your own back garden, not to mention being ready to deal with the fighting state, and some people even put their guns behind their backs.

Just to be able to run faster and to be the first to rush into the warehouse to grab things.

I don't know.

Behind every car on this side of the warehouse, behind every haystack and mud mound, hides the most professional "killing machine" in the world.

Contractors who only have the right to fight back in self-defense will not care about the laws of war in this chaotic area that the world does not pay attention to.

Killing all targets that threaten him has become the sole purpose of everyone present.

At 100 meters, no one fired;
At 80 meters, it is as quiet as night;

At 50 meters, it is still as stable as an old dog;

At 20 meters, Long Zhan raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and began to prepare.

At 10 meters...

"Fire!!!"

As Long Zhan clenched his five fingers tightly to give the signal, and at the same time shouted the command to fire, the two communicated together, and the information was instantly conveyed to the audience.

The contractors, who had already been ready to go, all turned into indifferent butchers at this moment.

There is no high-tech photoelectric sight, only mechanical aiming does not affect their shooting accuracy.

There are no customized tactical modules, only the standard firearm configuration for mass production, which does not affect their becoming a battlefield machine.

The contractors who aimed their guns at the enemy started the "slaughter" with cold eyes.

It's a one-sided slaughter!

"Da da da da da..."

The unique firing sound of Ak weapons instantly resounded throughout the audience.

Dozens of guns fired at the same time, and the sound was like thunder.

The originally seemingly harmless warehouse completed a super evolution in just one second, from a broiler to a ferocious beast.

The more than 10 militants who ran in the front fell to the ground the moment the gun was fired.

Like the felled wheat, they all plopped down to the ground driven by the inertia of running forward, and slid forward for a certain distance.

The second group of militants who followed closely felt that something was wrong and wanted to brake.

pity.

That's too late!

The 7.62 bullets swishing through the air harvested the first wave of "straw", and then began to sweep across the rear with the momentum of wind and thunder.

The intermediate power bomb has unparalleled stopping power and destructive power at close range.

There is an eye in the front and a big hole in the back.

It's the middle power bomb!
When it hits the body, a blood mist will immediately explode, and the blood and flesh will start to splatter all over the sky. The militants who have not been hit in the vitals will suffer the most.

The screams were so heart-piercing that they covered up the thunderous gunshots for a time.

Gunshots.

Screams.

The breath of death began to permeate.

Driven by the wind, the blood, with a body temperature of 37 degrees and the smell of iron, quickly spread throughout the farm, stimulating everyone's nerves and sense of smell.

Long Zhan was still firing. After finishing a magazine, he immediately replaced it with a new one, and continued to lock on the target and fire.

The process is as coherent as a computer, and the eyes are as indifferent as a machine.

The remaining 10 or more contractors were also firing, and unilaterally massacred the mob in front of them, their expressions were as cold and murderous as Long Zhan.

In the process of aiming and firing, there is no hesitation for even 0.1 second.

This is the veteran.

This is the elite who has experienced life and death on the battlefield and never relents to the enemy.

If it is a professional army from a big country, it may be a little threatening to some people in Long Zhan, and there is no way to be so calm in a firefight.

It's a pity that all those who came here were crooked melons and dates, a group of desperadoes with guns.

Militants who have not received any professional training may be able to try their luck one-on-one at close range and kill an existence stronger than themselves.

But once it comes to team battles, positional battles, and distances.

Everything is preordained.

The mob without professional training, even with the same gun, is just holding a fire stick in front of a real killing machine.

The militants who rushed over in the first wave were all knocked to the ground in less than 30 seconds.

More than 30 bodies fell to the ground.

More than a dozen people fell to the ground and howled in pain. The heart-piercing screams ran through the entire farm, and also frightened the militants behind.

This is the truest portrayal of the strength gap.

Seeing the fierceness of the warehouse, the remaining militants suppressed their inner greed with their strong desire for life.

In order to save their own lives, they all turned their buttocks and ran outside, running as far as they could, for fear that a hole would be opened in their bodies if it was too late.

The militants on the side of the big wooden house didn't know what happened on the other side of the warehouse.

They heard the violent gunshots from the warehouse, and they searched the big wooden house and found nothing. They were so angry that their eyes were red, and their reason had disappeared from their brains.

I couldn't see the other people who fled in a hurry, only the warehouse not far away in my eyes.

Instinctively thought that there were goods in the warehouse, and an internal struggle had already begun.

In order to catch up with a piece of the pie, the militants in the big wooden house shifted their targets one after another, rushing to the warehouse tens of meters away.

This is 50 people rushing over, forming the second wave of offensive against the warehouse.

The second group of militants rushed over with a lot of momentum, because they were worried that they would not be able to get the points, but they ran fast, and the fierce expressions on their faces were also in place.

But no matter how much you play with the egg, you can't hide the fact that the egg is fragile.

mob.

After all, it is a mob.

Rapid and intensive Ak series gunfire erupted outside the warehouse again.

After dozens of seconds!

The second wave of militants, who were so stimulated by greed that they lost their minds and only knew how to rush forward, were also awakened by a painful lesson.

In the end, more than 20 corpses were left behind, and nearly 10 wounded fled in embarrassment.

A total of more than 20 wounded remained in the two waves of attacks before and after. They were beaten and unable to escape, and could only cry in despair in the pile of corpses.

The desperate wailing at this moment is more like a warning.

Tell all the little ones around that the arms of Westwood Farm are not so easy to get.

The militants who rushed in continuously did feel the hardness of the iron plate of Westwood Farm, and were completely scared out of their wits.

In order to save their lives, they all made the smartest choices.

At the beginning, the exaggerated scene of a group of militants rushing madly into the Westwood Farm, like zombies entering the country, was now replaced by no one in sight.

"A bunch of rabble!"

Long Zhan spit on the ground, then pointed at the two of them and said, "You two clean up the battlefield and kill those guys. It's really ugly and affects my mood."

"Okay, boss."

After a few unanimous replies, scattered precise bursts began to resound through the farm.

After every burst of gunfire, there will be a piercing scream, which stops abruptly like a pressed pause.

Yuri, who had been hiding in the warehouse, saw the expressionless massacre of the group in front of him, even the wounded lying on the ground would not be spared.

Uncontrollable heart palpitations!
There is cold sweat on the forehead!
No matter how idiotic a fool is, seeing that a group of people can kill with such indifference, they will realize the horror of this group of people.

As one of the top arms dealers in Africa, Yuri has seen all kinds of people. He has a better vision and knows how terrifying the group of people like Long Zhan is. A strong impulse suddenly surged deep in his heart. .

If you can find such a person as a bodyguard, no matter how much money you spend, it will be worth it!

……

After all the ammunition was loaded onto the truck, the screams from the pile of corpses outside the warehouse disappeared, and the fine wood farm returned to its long-lost tranquility.

Only Yuri, who had never seen such a scene, was left, and his heart was still turbulent and difficult to calm down.

Long Zhan didn't have time to wait for Yuri to calm down. Zhan Zhan's intuition told him that this matter was not over yet, and if he didn't leave as soon as possible, there would definitely be more trouble.

"Everyone get in the car, set off immediately, keep the order of the convoy, and return along the original road."

Following Long Zhan's order, the contractors who had been temporarily assigned various tasks due to their special actions, quickly returned to their posts.

Leading car, leading car, rear car...

Driver, machine gunner, armed security...

In less than 30 seconds, everyone in the team and all the cars were in their positions, and all the engines of the cars were started.

The idling sound of the six cars is like a bison ready to go before charging.

"Mr. Yuri, the loading is over, we need to leave as soon as possible, will you go with us, or will you drive away by yourself?"

Long Zhan called Yuri before getting into the car, in order to achieve his secret purpose.

When it was over, he added: "They are likely to make a comeback. I suggest you go with us so that you can be safer."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Gibran, you have helped me a lot. If you still need to buy arms from me in the future, I will give you a 9% discount."

As soon as Yuri heard that the militants would come again, how dare he refuse Long Zhan's invitation, he readily agreed and even offered benefits.

"Thank you in advance, get on the truck in the middle."

Long Zhan pointed to the second truck in the middle, then without saying anything, strode to the first truck, picked up the on-board intercom and gave orders.

"Attention all units, let's go!!!"

(End of this chapter)