Special Forces: I, Crazy Training, Can Be Invincible

"What I see Dr. Chen is all fake, because you killed their people."

"That's why you angered them and wanted to use us. If you really want to help us, go out quickly and don't get us involved!"

Leng Feng clenched his fists, angry in his heart.

He risked his life to save people, but now he was told that these guys were attracted by him?

If it weren't for looking at the old guy getting older.

He really wanted to dismantle his bones.

"To shut up!"

He Jianguo couldn't bear it anymore when he saw that guy was unrelenting: "Shut your crow's mouth, if you want to throw it away, you will be the first to throw you out! You are not from the factory, so you shouldn't be here!"

"Didn't you always say that you are no longer Yan nationality?"

"You have the ability to ask the local to shelter you?"

Qian Bida said sullenly: "I, when did I say that I am not from the Yan Kingdom, I am an overseas Chinese, and my passport has not been changed yet. You, you are so fierce, don't think I am afraid of you if you have a gun!"

Zhuo Yifan also snorted coldly beside him: "Shut up when you know that you are from the Yan Kingdom. At this time, we should share the enemy and face difficulties together!"

Qian Bida couldn't say a word.

Just keep your mouth shut.

But just when they were arguing, the monkeys outside had run out of patience.

"I'm counting to three now!"

The monkey raised the gun in his hand, pointed at the big lock at the entrance of the factory and said, "If you don't hand over the people again, we will go in immediately, and the consequences will be at your own risk!"

"We don't have Dr. Chen here, and we don't have anyone you want!"

He Jianguo leaned against the door and shouted at his voice: "This is just an ordinary metallurgical factory, and there are also a group of ordinary people in it. According to the Geneva Convention, you cannot break the door and step into this place!"

"Because this factory is our territory, once it breaks in, it will be regarded as a provocation!"

The monkey laughed; "Geneva Convention?"

"Boss, he's talking about the Geneva Convention with me!"

"Don't talk nonsense with me, either hand over people or die, you choose."

"3!"

"2..."

Listen to the countdown outside the door.

In the factory, everyone's heart is in their throats.

It was as if he had been sentenced to death.

They are a group of ordinary people who are helpless. There are more than [-] people in the audience, and only four or five have guns.

Among them, only Leng Feng and He Jianguo will use it, and the others have never played.

Such a situation, once the factory door is opened.

What awaits them will be a brutal massacre.

at this time.

The countdown outside is over.

Just as the monkey was about to pull the trigger on the factory gate lock.

boom!

A gunshot rang out in the distance.

The monkey's temple was penetrated by bullets, blood sprayed, and the whole person fell heavily and flew out.

It slid along the ground for several meters and became a corpse.

The sudden scene immediately caused chaos on the scene.

"There are enemies!"

Dad hid beside the wheel of the car and roared furiously.

The surrounding Yongbin also quickly looked for a location to hide.

Six hundred meters away.

Lu Fan put away his sniper rifle.

That shot just now was fired by him.

In the metallurgical factory of the Yan Kingdom, that gate is the last line of defense.

If it is broken, it means that territory and dignity are trampled on.

as a *person.

Lu Fan would never allow such a thing to happen.

He rolled over and jumped out of a jeep, quickly switching positions with the team.

"The people of the dragon soul follow me!"

"Petrov, take your people and help me suppress them with firepower!"

Petrov smiled and nodded: "No problem!"

Several hairs were scattered separately.

After each found a valid location, they frantically pulled the trigger towards the place where Dad and the others were hiding.

Bang bang bang!

Under the hail of bullets, those Gu Yongbin who were quickly crushed could not lift their heads.

Mao Xiong's style of play is known for his ferocity, and he is especially good at precise fire suppression.

"Who are these guys?"

One of his subordinates pressed his body down and asked fearfully, "Why is the firepower so fierce, will they also come to snatch Dr. Chen? Or are they the support of the Yan people?"

The old man's face was ugly: "It shouldn't be their addition. I saw several people with the same skin color as us. No matter what they are here for, they can't let them take Dr. Chen away!"

"Give me a chance to fight back!"

"Yes!"

These are under my father's hands.

They are also ruthless men with a famous international reputation.

Not only is he bold, but his fighting ability is also quite good.

Even in such an environment, they can still fight back.

But these guys didn't know that Petrov's fire suppression was just a trick to attract them, and the real killer was lurking around them.

Just when a mercenary was hiding behind the low wall, pulling the trigger towards Petrov and others.

Lu Fan rushed behind him like lightning.

A gun was placed directly under his chin.

boom!

sounded.

The guy's jaw was pierced by a bullet.

Tianling Gai was blasted with a big hole.

"Fake!"

"Be careful, these guys are already close!"

When the old man saw the fallen men not far away, he shouted angrily: "Don't let them approach!"

As expected of the experienced Gu Yongbin.

It was immediately analyzed that there were two groups of people.

But it's too late.

Dragon Soul's long-range marksmanship shooting ability is not bad, and the melee fighting ability is even more remarkable. Killing people is as easy as cutting vegetables and melons.

Xiao Zhuang dashed around behind an enemy.

The enemy dared to react.

His knife had already plunged into the opponent's throat.

puff!

Blood spurts.

There was a corpse on the ground in an instant.

Watching his companions being killed one after another, the father's angry eyes burst into flames.

"Son of a bitch!"

"You are courting death!"

He wanted to fight back, but couldn't raise his head at all.

It's hard to even move around.

Seeing that there are few people left on his side, my father's heart is bleeding.

These are the good brothers who followed him from birth to death, and they were all teams that he formed after years of hard work.

All of a sudden, they were all killed.

From now on, how will he take on the task, how will he dominate one side?

"retreat!"

The old man roared in pain: "Hurry up and retreat!"