my beauty world

Chapter 56 Bazooka

With Qingpi's urging sound, Ronan walked a few steps quickly and came to the front of the minibus. Only then did the burly man realize that the people who came over were wearing work clothes, but their faces were very strange.

Just as he was about to ask questions, he saw a figure flash in front of him, his throat was cold, and he couldn't say anything.

Ronan's figure turned sharply, and he was in front of Qing Pi in just one step. Qing Pi was still bragging to another tool, and the dagger had already pierced his heart!

The tool opened his mouth and was about to shout, but before he opened his mouth, a big hand grabbed his neck like iron pliers, and twisted his cervical spine with a click.

Ronan threw out the dagger with his right hand, and the last man in overalls clutched his throat and fell to the ground.

Before the person fell down, Ronan flashed by and drew out the dagger.

Then turn out of the warehouse and walk towards the office building.

Four people with weapons on their backs came from the office building. Because of the angle of view, they couldn't see the situation here.

The two sides were about to pass by, and Ronan heard that the other person was speaking in Albanian, and rushed into the crowd with one step, waving the dagger like lightning, and the four of them clutched their throats and fell down.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot from the office building, followed by an angry roar!

Ronan understands Albanian.

"Assemble! Assemble! All the shooters come here!" The man shouted in a very loud voice: "Someone has kidnapped Mako! When the boss has news, we will set off immediately!"

The most elite gunmen of the Albanian gang immediately put down what they were doing, took their weapons and walked towards the office building.

Regardless of the corpses on the ground, Ronan picked up the Romanian-made AKM and two magazines carried by one of them, and ran towards the office building.

Many people gathered in various places in the building and storage area.

Ronan came to the side of the flower bed made of bricks and stones on the opposite side of the building, and stood motionless in the shadows, blending into the night.

There were many people coming and going, but no one looked at him.

In less than half a minute, a shrill whistle sounded, and someone shouted not far away: "Someone has sneaked in! Someone has been killed here!"

In the distance, many people ran over there.

In front of the building, the attention of more than 50 gunmen gathered was also attracted.

Ronan flat-ended the AKM, aimed at the densest crowd, and pulled the trigger!
Da da da--

The people of the Albanian gangsters were caught off guard, and a large area fell down in an instant.

Ronan ran out of magazines and quickly replaced the second, too fast for the Albanian to retaliate before firing again.

"Who's shooting..."

The person who called to assemble earlier had half of his head hit by a bullet as soon as he finished speaking.

At such a close distance, it was another backstab attack. After two magazines were fired, there was no one standing in front of the building.

The most elite group of gunmen were reimbursed without firing their guns.

Ronan ducked behind a flower bed while changing magazines.

The window of a room upstairs was opened, and someone appeared, and the automatic rifle was aimed at the flower bed and fired a burst of fire.

Ronan had already shifted to the distance, the muzzle of the gun was raised, and he fired twice. The man upstairs lay prone on the window, and the gun in his hand fell to a corpse.

"People are over there!" Someone shouted: "Go and support!"

There were people running towards this side, but not many.

The most elite and most organized gunmen rushed to the front of the building at the first time, and then they were suddenly stunned.

Ronan didn't panic, and found a few more magazines, and hid behind a truck.

The truck's tall body and sturdy body blocked the sight of the building, and it could be protected from two sides for a short time.

Facing the gangsters integrating drug trafficking, human trafficking and arms smuggling, Ronan had no intention of holding back.

The man stood still in the shadow of the truck, pulled the trigger with his finger, and the AKM fired quickly.

Bang bang bang!
"what--"

Gunshots and screams came out.

Every time a burst is fired, someone always falls.

But before a magazine was finished, Ronan suddenly felt a strong sense of danger. He suddenly accelerated and rushed out like a galloping cheetah.

The agility of the leopard endowed him with powerful starting and accelerating abilities, and he hid behind a big tree more than 20 meters away in a short breath.

Bullets landed behind him, sending sparks flying from the concrete floor and surrounding vehicles.

Something flew out of a window of the building. When Ronan found out, it had already hit the truck he was hiding in before.

boom -

The sound of the huge explosion was deafening, the truck was blown apart, flames rose into the air, and the shock wave of the explosion drove countless sundries flying around.

Ronan hid behind the big tree, a word flashed in his head - RPG!

I couldn't help being rude: "This group of lunatics! There is a bazooka!"

Sensing danger again, Ronan stepped out, turned his gun to the window of memory, and fired again and again.

The strong gangster who picked up the bazooka again was shot several times and fell to the ground in the room.

These Albanians are average in strength, that is, the level of ordinary gangster gunmen, and they suffered heavy losses from Ronan's guns.

Ronan kept changing positions, and he never stopped shooting. Those who dared to come to support were all captured by his predators, and sent them back to their hometown with perfect marksmanship.

During the shooting, the sense of danger struck again. Ronan ran at a very high speed, a window with flames shining, and a light machine gun mounted on the window sill, spraying out a dense rain of bullets!
Ronan didn't dare touch the metal bullet rain with his flesh and blood, and hid behind a stone statue, unable to lift his head under the pressure!

"Go to hell!"

In a room on the second floor, Murad picked up the bazooka and aimed at the statue.

Under the darkness of night, a figure of Youdao rushed out.

Murad fired a rocket.

boom -

The explosion soared into the sky, and the statue was blown to pieces!
"Come again!"

Murad stretched his hand back, and another subordinate handed over a bazooka.

In the chaotic place abandoned by France in the 93rd province, he was free, and at worst, he would find a few people afterwards and hand it over to the Security Bureau.

The stone dust brought by the shock wave made Ronan feel ashamed.

The light machine gun changed the belt, he turned around and fired, knocking off the skull of the aircraft gunner.

Then, he shot down the window that fired the bazooka and ran towards the building.

These bastards have heavy weapons!Dare to use it so recklessly, there must be a powerful French department behind it!

Long-distance combat is too disadvantageous!
Ronan quickly bypassed the front of the office building, came to a blind corner on the side, jumped up, and borrowed strength from the window sill, and he went up to the second floor.

"Where is the person?" Murad urged his subordinates: "Quick! He has entered the building! Get out and kill him!"

The four gunmen ran out of the room, joined four other gunmen, guarded the corridor, and searched forward slowly.

They were very careful, that shooter was strong!
Through the elevator, Ronan came to the corner and took a look outside. There were eight sturdy Albanians in the corridor.

right here!

When Ronan jumped out, he fired wildly with a much faster reaction and speed than ordinary people. Before the eight people could react, they screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

"Did you kill it?" someone in the room asked.

Ronan approached the suite door and knocked on the door with the butt of his gun.

boom--

The shotgun pierced through the wooden door and hit the opposite wall, leaving dense eye-catching holes.

boom!boom!
Two more shots were fired, and the door was crumbling.

Ronan picked up the AK and fired at the door lock.

The opposite side did not show any weakness, and used a shotgun to bombard through the door panel!

Amidst the flying sawdust, the door could no longer hold on and fell down with a bang.

Ronan threw away the empty AK, took out Marco's cell phone, and threw it into the room!
Murad saw something black flying in, thought it was a grenade, and ran to the bedroom of the suite.

Ronan rushed in from the door, shooting with pistols!
Such a short distance, of course it will not miss!
The first shot, which hit Murad in the arm, sent Murad's shotgun flying.

The second shot hit the bend of Murad's leg, and Murad fell to the ground with a thump.

Ronan yelled, "Don't move!"

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow swished over.

Meditating on the Iron Claw, Ronan grabbed it directly with his left hand, and the black shadow held it tightly in his hand, but it was a whip.

Ronan slammed his shot through Murad's palm holding the whip.

"If you want your son to live, be obedient!" Ronan threw Marco's ring in front of Murad like a super villain: "Murad from Chuppaga!"

Seeing the familiar ring, Murad did not act rashly, he was only a son of Marco!
He just got the news that Marco's stronghold on Paradise Street was bloodbathed, and Marco's whereabouts are unknown. He is gathering manpower and will lead people to rescue his son when the partner of the French Security Bureau provides clues.

Unexpectedly, there is no news from the Security Bureau, and the person who arrested his son has already come to the door!
Ronan put a gun on Murad's head: "Where is the girl who was recently transported from Billena Island!"

Murad was quite shocked, the matter of Billena Island is very secret...

"You don't have to say it." Ronan took out his mobile phone: "When I call, your son's hand will be cut off! You are in France, and you have seen baguettes. At most 1 minute, your son will change A stick like a baguette!"

Murad is such a son: "People are taken away! People are taken away!"

"Grenorman will pick up the goods in five days!" Ronan said.

When Murad saw that Ronan was going to call the phone, he hurriedly said: "Really! He was taken away in advance! Grandma Xiang and Obia will hold a celebration party tomorrow night, and give people to political leaders as gifts!"

　Ask for a monthly pass!Ask for a recommendation ticket!Ask for collection!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)