war contractor

Chapter 9 Injured
"Grass!"

Yu Zhiqian felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a hammer, and he felt out of breath for a moment, as if a heavy force hit his chest, his body took two steps back uncontrollably, at the same time A bullet flew past Yu Zhiqian's arm.

The bullets violently rotated and rubbed in the air, carrying huge heat, and directly tore a bloody gash on Yu Zhiqian's arm, but then it was roasted at high temperature again, and the wound was rolled up like roasted meat, Gives off a slight meaty aroma.

"Suck!"

Yu Zhiqian fell to the ground and hid behind a bunker with his last ounce of strength. He looked at his chest and saw that a warhead had been deformed and distorted and embedded in his body armor. Although the wound on his arm was not serious, But it affects the activities of his left hand.

"Underestimate these black people!"

Yu Zhiqian got up from the ground. He really underestimated these black people. Although he has been tortured and killed by him in various ways, he has been a rebel in Namibia for many years, and he still has a certain fighting power. At least they His marksmanship is not the same belief marksmanship as ordinary blacks.

"I hit him, I hit him!" A black man shouted loudly, very excited, he was sure, very sure, that he hit the demon.

"Did you hit it? The three of you go over and take a look, and the rest of you will be stared at by me!"

When Bowers heard that his men had hit Yu Zhiqian, he immediately issued a new order, ready to be attacked, but he instinctively told himself that although his men had hit the target, they were not necessarily killed. Basically lost the ability to fight, but Bowers was deeply afraid that Yu Zhiqian would drag someone into the water before he died.

Yu Zhiqian leaned against the wall, felt from the flower bed beside him, took out a new magazine, reloaded the bullet, and touched his chest. Now he has calmed down a little, but he can be sure that his chest cavity There must be more or less a problem inside, a little out of breath.

However, the black man didn't give Yu Zhigan any more time, and the three people formed an arrow formation, and they were already approaching Yu Zhigan. The distance was getting closer, and the footsteps were getting louder.

Taking a smoke bomb from his belt around his waist, Yu Zhiqian bit off the tab with his mouth, and then flung his left hand forward weakly. far away.

The smoke bomb bumped on the ground, making a crisp metal impact sound, and was about to approach Yu Zhigan, and the three black men ran back like soldiers: "Grenade, grenade!"

Hearing the exaggerated yelling of the black man, Yu Zhiqian snorted coldly, glanced at his wound, and made sure that it would not affect his ability to move too much. He stood up again with his back bent, his chest was still a little stuffy, and the tip of his tongue had a fishy smell. But nothing will happen in a short time. After the battle is over, you must go to check it, who knows if there will be internal bleeding.

"Pfft!"

The explosion sound that the black man expected did not sound, but the unique sound of the smoke bomb. A white smoke rose rapidly from the metal shell of the smoke bomb. Only then did the black militants realize that they seemed to be being played by someone. up.

"Damn it, it's not a grenade, it's a smoke bomb, shoot at the smoke bomb, don't let him run away!"

After Bowers saw the smoke rising, he immediately cried out anxiously. At the same time, he wished to open his hands and see what was inside. Can't you tell the difference between a grenade and a smoke bomb?

The black man who received the order immediately turned around and started shooting at the smoke bombs. Several people emptied all the bullets within five seconds, and then began to replace the magazines. When the gunshots stopped, Yu Zhiqian stood up, Mixed into the smoke, he ran to the back, he couldn't be tough with these black people, he was injured, so he had to outsmart them first.

But just as Yu Zhiqian entered the smoke, gunshots sounded behind him. He saw Bowers holding an AK in his hand, putting it on his waist, and continuously shooting into the smoke.

"Damn it, is the IQ of these black people on the line?" Yu Zhiqian immediately quickened his pace after hearing the gunshot, and ran to the back. After Bowers emptied the bullet, he quickly changed the magazine and watched His subordinates were about to shoot again: "Aren't you going to shoot separately? Do you shoot one by one? The bullets are gone, so it's not giving him a chance to escape!"

After scolding, he emptied all the magazines that had just been replaced. The rest of the blacks were scared by Bowers and looked at each other. They didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately. On the head of one of them: "I tell you to shoot, what are you doing!"

The black people were very wronged. They shot and scolded themselves just now, but now they shoot themselves again without shooting. Should they shoot or not!
Just when the blacks were at a loss, Yu Zhiqian finally walked around to the area behind the factory building, moved his body slightly, and through the range of the smoke bombs, he saw a few blacks who were standing there at a loss, and put their body The gun was raised and the trigger was lightly pulled.

No hit, the target was less than 50 meters, and it was a fixed target. No hit, the injury to his left hand had a great impact on Yu Zhiqian. After pulling the trigger, his finger would shake, which affected his accuracy.

The bullet flew past the black man's head. This man was Bowers. Hearing the sound of piercing in the ear, he immediately lay down on the ground, covered in cold sweat. He almost went to see him by himself just now. the gods.

"Isn't he injured? He can still shoot so accurately after being injured!" Bowers retreated in his heart at this time. None of them can be dealt with by themselves.

If it weren't for the large number of people under him, he might have turned into a corpse now. Thinking of Yu Zhiqian's elusive movements and various strange assassination methods, Bowers shuddered.

"Head, I really hit him. I saw it very clearly. I shot him in the chest. I won't lie to you. I saw it very clearly!" After watching Bowers get down on the ground, one of his subordinates immediately Get down and explain.

"Then tell me, why was he still able to shoot, almost shot me in the head, and you were shot in the chest, wouldn't you die?"

"Head, maybe, maybe, he is not alone, maybe there are many people!"

Hearing this sentence, Bowers was stunned for a moment, yes, there may be more than one person on the opposite side, in case there is someone else, looking around, he immediately felt very dangerous, and quickly crawled behind the bunker: "Go, Retreat, retreat! Burn the factories, burn them all!"

Bowles decisively gave the order to retreat, and at the same time, he did not forget his mission. He burned the entire factory, and put a lot of prepared gasoline on the vehicles in the factory gate. He only needed to sprinkle it in the factory later. A fire will burn the factory down.

(End of this chapter)