Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

"Lying grass, I almost had an own goal!" Zhang Ga was the first to react, and yelled in horror.

……

The roof opposite the nightclub.

The director and the two deputy directors are anxiously waiting for the result.

On the walkie-talkie: "Director, I can't rush in now, the intersection is being watched by snipers."

"What did Captain Payson say?" the director asked anxiously.

"He meant to suggest that we gather the body armor and charge directly. He said that the opponent's sniper could shoot four shots at most, and those who rushed to the front row should wear two more layers of body armor, so they might not be injured..."

The voice on the intercom was obviously hesitant.

The mercenary who was shot by the sniper rifle was still lying in the corridor, bleeding all over the floor.

Everyone could see the bowl-sized hole on the corpse.

Not to mention wearing two more layers of body armor, even if they wear three or four more layers, they don't feel confident.

"Jingle Bell……"

Just when the director was hesitating, the phone rang quickly.

The director glanced at the caller ID, and felt a "click" in his heart.

He picked up the phone bravely, and said respectfully: "Mr. Bakambu, we are..."

"How is it going?" Bakambu's voice was extremely impatient, and he interrupted him very roughly.

"People have been blocked by us on the fourth floor, but now we have encountered a problem, and we are discussing countermeasures..."

"Trash!" Bakambu yelled on the phone, "I'll give you another 10 minutes. You must catch him, otherwise you will know the consequences!"

"Beep beep..."

The phone was hung up immediately.

As soon as the director gritted his teeth, he picked up the intercom and was about to give an order.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a loud noise came from behind.

A few leaders, as well as seven or eight police officers standing by, all turned their heads to look.

But the door to the top floor was kicked open.

Then a few grenades were thrown out with a "jingling".

The director's pupils contracted suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to jump behind the water tower on one side.

"boom!!!"

The grenade exploded violently.

Several police officers and a deputy commissioner were killed on the spot.

The remaining deputy director was directly lifted off the roof by the blast, and fell down the stairs screaming.

"boom!"

The deputy director who fell down the stairs hit the road heavily, bleeding on the spot.

A corner of the water tower was shattered by shrapnel, and the muddy water flowed down, dousing half of the director's body in an instant.

"Ta Tata..."

The crow stepped up to the roof, and glanced at the parapet. The sniper who had been ambushing here had disappeared.

He turned his head to look at the director of the Suosili Police Department, and raised his gun directly.

"Forgive me! Forgive me!" The director raised his hands and yelled frantically, "I am the Director of Police!"

"boom!"

A headshot.

"Speech!" Crow spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and ordered to the team members downstairs through the intercom, "All enter the nightclub for me, escort Ang!"

Chapter 146 Ruthless Killer, Cruel Conditions

"Ta Ta Ta Ta..."

The sound of footsteps downstairs was getting closer and closer, and the steps were in good order, with a fairly steady rhythm, and soon reached the second floor.

"Direct your people to rush in!" The bald captain glanced downstairs, stuffed the three bulletproof vests into the arms of the leading police chief, and urged him with spit.

The sheriff's face turned pale, but he still gritted his teeth and refused: "I won't let my people die in front!"

"Fack!" The bald captain suddenly pushed him away, took out his pistol and put it against his head.

"Bang—clinking..."

At this moment, there was a gunshot from downstairs, and then something was shot up, bouncing a few times between the wall and the stairs, making a crisp sound.

The bald head suddenly widened his eyes and shouted: "Grenade!!!"

"boom!"

The grenade exploded in the narrow corridor. The corridor was too densely populated. Several police officers and a mercenary were killed on the spot, and others around were also injured to varying degrees.

"Little wolf, lead people to beat down, press down!" The bald captain roared, "Others follow me, stick to the wall, rush!"

Before the words were finished, the bald captain had already put on two bulletproof vests, and rushed out of the stairwell with his back bent.

Originally, they were blocking Zhang Ga, but now the situation has reversed. Not to mention being blocked in the stairwell, someone stabbed his ass behind him.

The bald captain leaned against a wall and forced his way to the end of the corridor.

The mercenary coyotes had already led the two of them, pulled the trigger, and forcibly pushed downstairs.

The dozens of police officers who followed were all yelling in horror like headless chickens. Some backed away desperately, fleeing from the corridor on the third floor, while others fled into the corridor on the fourth floor in a daze.

There was a "kang" sound outside the window, and a bullet pierced through, directly piercing through the two of them.

Seeing the bodies of their companions torn apart by bullets, the police officers completely collapsed and began to flee in any direction they subconsciously believed had a chance of survival.

That's what the so-called mob is like.

Although there are only 4 people downstairs who want to attack, even though there is only a sniper rifle and a small pistol blocking them on the fourth floor.

Even though there were dozens of them, no matter which direction they rushed, they would crush their opponents to death.

But this group of people still directly lost their fighting power when the situation changed.

Because no matter which direction you rush, you will die.

Whoever rushes ahead will die.

Maybe one or two people will die, maybe four or five people, and the people behind will be able to follow the bloody path they have blazed and complete their goals in one go.

If everyone is willing to be at the forefront, and everyone is willing to be one or two, four or five people, then this team will be invincible!

However, no one wants to be at the forefront, and no one wants to be the one, two, four or five people.

They prefer to be the latecomers who step on the blood of others and make contributions.

Then, the overall defeat is inevitable, and it is difficult to obtain a good result when it comes to each individual.

The bald captain is the fourth captain of this mercenary team. The three in front of him all died in the front.

That's why their mercenaries have become the top of the top until today, and they are hired from the Middle East at a high price to deal with a role that is said to be quite difficult.

The bald head was also at the forefront at the moment, and took a sniper bullet forcibly.

The bullet that came in through the window shattered two layers of body armor, and slid out against his ribs, forcibly tearing off a large piece of flesh.

After he was shot, he staggered and ran a few steps, and slammed his shoulder into the door of that box.

"Bang!"

Door open.

The room was empty.

When the bald man covered his wound and chased to the balcony, he watched three figures climb down the first floor along the air conditioner units.

In the end, he could only watch the three of them off with desperate eyes, and disappeared into the dark alley ahead.

……

"Huh...huh..."

Zhang Ga leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Before the bald head and the others decided to charge forward, it was Zhang Ga who made the decisive decision and climbed the wall with the two boys to escape.

The first one climbed to the first floor, caught the two clumsy boys downstairs, and ran another two kilometers in one breath, helping the two three-hundred-pound boys climb several walls.

Even if his physical fitness exploded, he was already out of breath at this time.

However, at his feet, the two boys were already slumped to the ground, out of breath.

Although Zhang Ga was somewhat contemptuous of the physical fitness of the two, he still had to admire the willpower of the two guys.

Physically exhausted to such a point, you can forcefully keep up, but not many people can do this.

Just when Zhang Ga bent down and searched for cigarettes on Kurchik, he suddenly had a very bad premonition.

"Dry!"

Zhang Ga turned forward in a bent posture, raised his pistol, and was about to shoot quickly in the direction he came from.

However, this time he completely misjudged the direction.

"Whoa!"

As soon as Zhang Ga's pistol was lifted into place, he heard the sound of pulling the bolt behind him.

"do not move!"

A Chinese language sounded coldly from not far behind.

Zhang Ga stayed where he was.

In the alley, there was a terrible silence for a moment, only the panting of Kurchik and that pig-headed hairy boy.

There is no way, as long as the two of them can hold their breath, there is really no sound in the alley at this moment.

"Let's talk about the conditions." Half a minute later, Zhang Ga spoke first, "Since you're from Huaxia, don't shoot in the back. Everyone is here to make money, so why do you have to fight?"

He was ready to be slaughtered.

Of course, if the shooter behind him is willing to kill himself financially, he will beg the other party to kill him harder.

I'm afraid that the other party is not interested in negotiating terms at all.

However, luck seems to favor Zhang Ga, or Kurchik, or that Maozi who was beaten into a pig's head and whose identity is still unknown.

"Then I've made a condition." The man said in a cold voice.

It doesn't sound like it's very old.

"Tell me!" Zhang Ga said, "I will give you what you want, and I will never bargain!"

"Okay, you are limited to three days. Post a video of women's clothing on Perak Perak as a fan benefit. It requires creativity, dance moves, and a certain plot. The duration should not be less than 2 minutes and 30 seconds!"

Zhang Ga: "???"

Chapter 147 Angry!

The alley was filled with a strange atmosphere.

Kurchik couldn't understand what the two said, so he kept asking, "Brother, what did he say, how much?"

"Never mind!" Zhang Ga turned his head and cursed.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said to his back, "Okay, I agree."

"I believe you."

The gunman replied, and his footsteps gradually drifted away.