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Chapter 145 Uncle, I Can Understand (Subscribe)
The explosion of the truck was far more violent than expected, and indeed achieved the impact on the defense line. After a round of explosion, the gathered mercenaries lost at least a quarter of their vitality. The three sneakily killed them all the way, and nearly one-third of the mercenary team composed of more than 150 people had been lost.

What kind of concept is this? We often measure a team's fighting will by how much vitality it loses before it collapses. Of course, the top fighting will is to fight to the death and fight until the last soldier. But whether it is ancient or modern, Such teams are always exceptionally rare.

At the same time, discussing how high the casualty rate will cause the team to lose its combat effectiveness is also the most frequently discussed topic among Jianzheng enthusiasts. They even discussed the data of 30.00% from nowhere. In terms of the nature of the mission, for example, if three people are killed in a team of ten people, the remaining seven people will definitely not collapse. But if it is an army of ten thousand people and three thousand people are killed in battle, then the commander will more or less consider the issue of running away .

As for the mercenaries on the opposite side, they are not some well-known mercenary team, but a group of the most common war hyenas. A one-third death rate is absolutely unacceptable to them, so now they have the intention of being defeated.

"Freedom to hunt and kill those targets who are holding up the walkie-talkie and beeping blindly!"

There was a commotion among the mercenaries, which naturally failed to escape Bai Feng's eyes. In the field of vision of his scope, the enemies lined up in the rear had already shown unusual movements, faintly showing signs of retreating. The faster the speed, the greater the blow to the opponent, and strive to destroy the opponent's will to fight.

"Coffee! You shoot too, with a shotgun!"

Bai Feng commanded loudly, the armed team as the main attacking force is also very strong, another truck following behind began to drive forward slowly, the speed was about the same as the first truck loaded with bombs, and it moved towards the enemy ahead at a constant speed go.

In the end, after Bai Feng emptied two full twenty-round magazines and shot at least ten more important targets, the mercenaries were routed and failed to organize a strong counterattack. The line of defense has not yet been built, and groups of three or five turn around and get into the car, and complete the retreat at an extremely fast speed, completely disappearing from everyone's sight. Live a fierce battle together.

"They just ran away?"

Zeng Shui held the gun in his hand, opened his eyes wide, and said in disbelief.

"Run away, this casualty rate is unacceptable to the mercenaries."

Bai Feng affirmed, then stood up, put away the bipod on the 417 rifle, and began to arrange the sniper position, preparing to retreat.

"They never thought about fighting to the death or something? Aren't they mercenaries, the kind who can sacrifice their lives for money?"

Zeng Shui was puzzled, and Chino explained with a smile: "The kind of mercenary group you mentioned exists, but the price must be sky-high, at least Massimo can't afford it, so he can only find these mercenaries. A mercenary group that is too famous and wants to make a fortune."

"You have to know that mercenaries are there to make money, and their lives are gone. What kind of professional ethics do they talk about? If they can't be defeated, they can't be defeated. At worst, they don't want Massimo's final payment. It's better than dying here!"

Just as the three of them started to pack up the sniper positions, the truck began to accelerate gradually, and finally rushed to the intersection up the mountain, knocked over the wreckage of several cars blocked on the road, and went straight to the mountainside. Started one after another, forming a long formation on the uphill road.

"Go, let's go up too!"

Chino said anxiously, he didn't know much about the situation, he only knew that a bodyguard around Vito seemed to have betrayed, shot him, and he was still in the process of rescue, if Vito really died like this, then the matter would be serious. It's big.

The three of them stopped talking, and arranged the sniper positions as quickly as possible, making sure that no information was exposed, and rushed to the house on the mountainside.

It was only along the way that I deeply realized what it means to be heavily guarded. Starting from the middle of the road, both sides of the road are full of armed men with live ammunition, and even dragged two white pickup trucks, each loaded with a KPVT that I don’t know where they got. The heavy-duty machine gun with a thick 14.5mm caliber barrel is pointing directly at the only road up the mountain, full of deterrence.

It wasn't until Chino rolled down the car window and showed the guards the white flower brooch on his body and the middle section of the French flag glued to his vest that he was allowed to pass.

"Fak, if I didn't know, I would have thought I was in the desert!"

Seeing the shining armed men on the road, with all kinds of automatic weapons hanging on their bodies unabashedly, Zeng Shui said with emotion, while Bai Feng worried: "This battle is so big, there really won't be anyone Are you looking for trouble?"

"Who would come to cause trouble?"

Qino scratched his head, not knowing what to say, Bai Feng said in a deep voice, "For example, local government agencies, military police stations and so on."

Before Bai Feng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Kino's laughter, and Kino explained: "Bai, buddy, haven't I already said that Sicily, Naples, and Sardinia are all Sicilian gangs?" This place is not under the control of anyone. In terms of management, the real managers are the descendants of the Sicilian Mafia and their branch gangs! Even if we beat the brains out of the dogs here, as long as we don’t go too far, we won’t Get in trouble!"

"Then what is too much?"

Zeng Shui asked curiously, and Kino shook his head with a smile, and said with emotion: "If it's really too much, then turn this place into a real battlefield!"

"I still remember that when I first debuted, someone turned Obaro into a battlefield. I don't remember the cause of the incident. I only know that it is vaguely related to the arms company under the Temple. It is nothing more than uneven interests. The spoils are unbalanced. They fight under the broken iron tower, on the streets of the foggy city, and even on the Vauxhall Bridge over the Thames! Farke, this is a bunch of lunatics, you should know the side of the Vauxhall Bridge What's the matter? Falk, they dare to fight in front of those elites, and blow up their office by the way!"

"Vauxhall Bridge? What's there?"

Zeng Shui was puzzled, and Bai Feng said in a deep voice: "Have you seen 007? The headquarters is there——no, I still don't understand. What do you mean by 'starting a war'? What kind of intense battle?"

Kino first looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then said in a low voice: "In real wars, armed helicopters are flying across, armored vehicles are on the road, and individual missiles such as anti-aircraft and anti-armor are flying randomly! So you know that the Temple has How difficult is it? After the fight, the whole thing can be suppressed smoothly, we are here to compete for the position of the leader of the gang, compared to others, it is just a play!"

"I'm sorry to have to interrupt a few chats, Mr. Vito Gambino is awake, and he hopes to see Mr. Chino Russo now."

When the few people were having a heated chat, the housekeeper whom Zeng Shui had seen before when he was hospitalized appeared again. He was still handsome in a suit and leather shoes, but his face was a little more haggard, and he looked at Chino with a professional smile. Said.

"I'll go right away—aren't you Albert's housekeeper? How did you get to Vito's place?"

Kino asked curiously, and the butler smiled slightly: "I serve the head of the Gambino family, and now Mr. Vito Gambino is the one I want to serve and protect. Mr. Russo, please——sorry, both of you, Mr. Gambino has just woken up after an emergency operation, and he is still very weak. I am afraid that only Mr. Russo can go in."

"Go, we'll wait for you here."

After hearing the butler's polite refusal, Bai Feng nodded to Kino, and then continued to stay in the car with Zeng Shui, chatting without saying a word, waiting for the end of Kino's conversation.

In fact, they didn't wait very long. About 15 minutes later, Chino appeared in front of the door again, followed by a timid little blond boy. It was the little Albert whom he had seen at the beach villa earlier.

"How did you bring him out? Didn't you kill Massimo and send him away?"

Zeng Shui immediately asked, Bai Feng also frowned, now that the war is going on, isn't it obvious that bringing a little boy by his side is unnecessary burden?

"I don't want to either."

Kino shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and smiled wryly: "The mercenaries have retreated temporarily, but the possibility of attacking again after dark is not ruled out. We will take little Albert to retreat to a safe place. It is very important for him to stay here. Danger."

"A safe place? Where else can we go? Is it possible to take this small tow bottle and float back on the yacht?"

Zeng Shui complained, but this timid little boy raised his hand and said in English with a strong accent: "I'm sorry, but, uncle, I can understand English."

"Ah, that's not what I mean, it's just that we're going to fight now, it's dangerous, you know?"

Zeng Shui immediately became embarrassed. According to his understanding, the young master of the trident in front of him could speak Italian, Sicilian, and the local Sardinian of Sardinia. The three languages ​​were considered very good. He probably couldn't understand his complaints, so he didn't want to die in front of him, so he had to stammer and explain.

"I'm not a burden, I can shoot, I'm good with marksmanship!"

As he spoke, the little boy lifted up his clothes, and showed his armed forces to the strange men in front of him. A nylon quadruple pistol magazine bag was pinned to his belt, and an engineering plastic pistol bag was pinned to his right waist. A black quick-draw holster, a compact pistol with a silver slide and a sky-blue grip is inserted in it, the little boy pulled out the pistol and gestured, and introduced: "Walter PK380, angel blue color, launch .380 ACP bullets, magazine capacity 8 rounds, I can hit 75 rings at a distance of ten meters!"

"Yo, still a little sharpshooter, all right, come up."

Zeng Shui smiled, got out of the car to make way for little Albert to climb into the back seat, and then Chino whispered: "The location of Massimo has not been determined yet, but there is already a clue. The mercenary who died in battle paid the pension, and the three mercenary regiments joined together to find his whereabouts."

"Is it so worthless? Let people work hard and still not pay?"

Bai Feng smiled, and Chino continued: "Vito is out of danger now, but he is still very weak. He found a sightseeing heliport for us. It is safe there. We will stay there for a few days until we find Marcy No trace of Mo!"

(End of this chapter)