Live Wilderness Adventure

"WHATTHEFUCK?"

Matthew looked at the shipyard not far away, looking confused.

Bi Fang crawled out of the shaft and scratched his head uncontrollably as he listened to the sound of guns in the distance. What's the matter?

Who is the gang fighting against?

Abasso just vacated his hand suddenly and sent someone to support it?

[Does God have eyes and sent someone to destroy the gang? 】

[It’s not Abasogang’s coming here, right? Would you like to ask the old one? 】

[Did the battle situation change so quickly? Yesterday, I said that I couldn't make a move, so I could only send a fishing boat to pick it up. Can you use artillery to bomb it today? 】

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"Don't worry about so much. In any case, it is a good opportunity for us. Let's withdraw first!"

The existing information made Bi Fang couldn't figure out what the gunfire was going on, but he didn't think much about it. The crisis hadn't been touched yet, and the gang seemed to have a problem right now, and that was a good opportunity for them to escape completely.

"Right, right, run, everyone, run!"

"Don't run around, be tighter to me, don't get separated, follow me to leave Yeimen tomorrow, or you have to be caught back!"

Matthew leads the way at the front, and Bi Fang follows at the back of the team to avoid getting lost or falling behind.

Accompanied by the raging fire in the shipyard, a group of people without the constraints of the terrain rushed and quickly moved away from the place, but when they passed a building, Bi Fang suddenly stopped and stared blankly at the other side of the narrow passage.

The audience first noticed this scene and asked what happened and why they stopped suddenly.

Matthew at the forefront led the crowd to run for a certain distance. He felt that the flashlight beam behind him suddenly disappeared. He also noticed something was wrong. He stopped first, and finally turned his head and saw the stagnant Bi Fang.

"What happened?"

Matthew ran around and asked, but only saw Bi Fang pointing to the alley and looking down the direction.

Under the night, the sea was undulating restlessly, the black boat cut through the black water, leaving white foam, the huge boat lights hit the sky, and the black clouds rolled and thunder faintly sounded.

A fishing boat?

"Someone is fishing?"

Matthew was surprised, but then he felt that this idea was absurd. How could anyone go fishing in this situation? The fishing boat was bombed within a few nautical miles, right?

"It can't be a fishing boat."

Bifang and Matthew agree on this point. This cannot and will not be a fishing boat.

Why aren't the fishing boats here at this time?

"Could it be possible that Abasso just pulled out and arrived early?"

"Impossible, I haven't received any news here."

Bi Fang pointed to the drone. If there was news, he would definitely know that the ship did not belong to Abassogang at the moment. Where did it come from? The two immediately understood in their hearts.

Matthew's eyes widened: "Pick up the goods early?"

Bi Fang affirmed: "Only this one is possible!"

"Infighting?"

Reminiscent of the current sound of guns, Matthew was a little excited, and the internal conflict was good, and both sides were hurt. Send these scumbags to see God!

"No, I don't think it's like infighting, it's more like silence."

Bi Fang squinted his eyes, picking up the cargo in advance was weird, not to mention that he knew very well that before the rescue plan began, the ship did not exist at all, that is to say, the other party arrived here in just two hours, and then Conflict broke out.

Time is too hasty, more like planning ahead.

"I'm going to have a look."

"You are crazy!"

Matthew was almost born screaming, and grabbed Bi Fang's sleeves, seriously wondering if he couldn't think about it.

Bi Fang grabbed Matthew's hand and asked seriously: "Where do you think those picking up the goods will sell people?"

"How do I know..." Matthew didn't want to answer at first, but he hesitated after seeing Bi Fang's eyes, "Southeast Asia, Ugly Country, Hexi Brothers are all possible."

"Then do you think it is possible for this group of gangs to do it?" Bi Fang asked Matthew, the behavior they are now exposed to cannot be done by a simple local gang. In fact, they are only responsible for supplying goods. , I don’t know anything about channels.

An illegally trafficked heart can even reach 300,000 yuan. With such a huge benefit, it is more likely to be a multinational group. If you can go back, even if you just take a photo, you may expose this group of people to the sun. Below, the significance of doing so is far greater than solving dozens of people.

[Why am I not surprised at all, and still take it for granted? 】

[Come here, here comes a familiar feeling]

[Ah this, ah this, I have no doubt that the person in front of me is Fangshen's original spirit]

Matthew was dumb.

Bi Fang patted his collar: "You take them to follow the route we planned before, and I will catch up with you."

After all, he ran towards the blazing shipyard without looking back.

Matthew was stunned for a while, and finally cursed inwardly.

"Oh shit!"

"Everyone, follow me, speed up!"

…

In the shipyard, the situation at this time was more exaggerated than the previous big explosion. The heavily armed soldiers were divided into three-person teams and searched every corner of the shipyard.

Everyone was armed with weapons, and when they met, they all fired mercilessly. Many gangsters were thrown to the ground at the first moment of their appearance.

The gunfire was deafening, and Marseille even thought he was fighting the Legion on the east front.

He was completely speechless, and could only stare at Angelo in front of him with wide-eyed eyes.

"Mr. Marseille, I said, this is the last time we have worked together." Sisko lifted his clothes, as if he could get rid of the stains on it, but it was a pity that it was stained with blood instead of dust.

Seeing the other party speak, Marseille finally recovered, and quickly said: "I can still arrest people, and I can arrest people. This time it was just too bad luck and let them escape. I will definitely not next time, one hundred. , No, two hundred! Next time I can catch two hundred, and at least half of the young and middle-aged, Mr. Angelo, believe me, please believe me!"

In front of this group of people, the thugs in the gang were unarmed kitties, and their weapons were more like fire sticks eliminated from World War I. All of them made Marseille lose the heart of resistance and could only ask the man in front of him. forgive.

Until now, Marseille still believes that this delivery failure caused him to face the disaster.

"Don't understand? Mr. Marseille, a delivery failure is nothing to us. The last transaction is the last transaction. Besides, I am not actually Angelo, please call me Sisko. "

Sisko's face was illuminated by the fire, and he looked condescendingly at Marseille, who had fallen to the ground due to lack of physical strength. He was completely unmoved, and closed the pistol with a blank expression.

Hearing these words, Marseille's face was full of gray and defeat. Just when everyone thought Marseille had given up his heart, suddenly, a fire light lit up, illuminating his hideous face.

But in the next second, Sisko’s words completely dispelled Marseille’s courage to fight: "Finally, I will give you a chance. Ten seconds, ten seconds later, I will only shoot one shot. If I survive, I will leave it to God. ."

Marseille was taken aback, ten seconds?

What's the meaning?

The subordinates behind Sisko smiled at the same time, and they all knew what it meant.

Before Marseille could think about it, Sisko on the other side had already begun to count, with an unwavering tone like a mechanical clock telling the time.

"one."

"FUCK!"

Marseille didn't have time to think about it. He rolled over and stood up from the ground, but the gravel on the soles of his feet made him slip suddenly, and his heavy body fell to the ground again, and the trembling fat swayed away like waves.

"two."

Marseille didn't care about the blood on his palms and painful knees, and climbed up again.

"three."

"Run, run."

At this time, Marseille broke out the fastest running speed in his life, even when he was sixteen years old, participating in the 100-meter race in front of a girl was not as fast as this time.

At this moment, he even felt that Bolt was nothing but that.

Facts have proved that human potential is really ruthless. When Sisko reported to the number ten, even Marseille, who weighed more than 200, ran nearly 70 meters.

Looking at Marseille, which had almost become a point, Sisko's mouth was slightly tilted.

"boom!"

"Run out... uh! How, how is it possible!"

Marseille's eyes widened. His life was over. The bullet shot into his body with huge kinetic energy, leaving a smoking bullet hole on the bloated one. A wave of blood splashed out and brought out The pink fat.

Sisko walked towards Marseille unhurriedly.

Marseille lowered his head, glanced at the bullet hole on his body, looked at Sisko's vague figure, and said: "Sooner or later, you and you will be like me, just like me!"

Sisko came to Marseilles, UUreading www.uukanshu.com raised his gun and nodded his hat, smiled and said, "Then I hope this day will come later."

"Boom!"

"Grumbling."

Bi Fang pressed his back against the wall, feeling countless ballistic trajectories staggered behind him, those murderous bullets flew across the wall, and a trace of cold sweat slipped across his forehead.

He swallowed, in disbelief.

In actual combat accuracy, pistols are far inferior to rifles and machine guns, because pistols have a short aiming baseline and have no support for shooting. In actual combat, the use distance is often only controlled between 5 and 20 meters.

The vast majority of trained soldiers can only guarantee the shooting accuracy of the pistol at a distance of 25 meters. If you want to ensure a distance of 50 meters, only a very small part of the shooting expert can hit a fixed target. If the target is moving, then hit The difficulty is more than doubled.

Over sixty meters, the light was dim, and one shot hit.

how is this possible! ?