Chapter 1299 The Toy Gun That Kills People

"Damn it! It really hurts!"

Zhuo Yifan covered his head and cried out in pain, tears almost didn't flow out.

The two bullets that hit his head fell from his face with a splash, and rolled to the ground in an instant.

The mercenary man was dumbfounded.

Looking at the plastic bullets on the ground, his expression was cloudy, and he swears: "What... Fake!?"

Old He had sharp eyes and quick hands, and immediately raised his gun to shoot without giving the opponent any room to react.

Bang... A bullet pierced through the forehead of the mercenary man!

The bullet pierced a bloody hole between the brows of the big man, blood was flowing, this guy glared fiercely at Zhuo Yifan, and fell to the ground unwilling to die of hatred.

Fuck... I actually fell into the hands of a toy gun! ?

Serious people who take toy guns to the battlefield?

Before the gangster died, he wanted to cry but had no tears. The murderous man was killed by a toy gun one day!

This kind of aggrieved way of death made him unacceptable.

Young Master Zhuo got up from the ground, heaved a long sigh of relief, and suddenly stared straight at the felled man, mustered up the courage to step forward, and took out a silver pistol from him.

"Damn it, Desert Eagle!? This is... a real guy, I found a treasure!"

Zhuo Yifan was amazed and played with the gun in his hand again and again, with a happy expression on his face.

At this moment, the confrontation is still going on.

There were so many gangsters, even though many of them were killed, they still appeared indistinctly in the square, and there were sounds of firefights everywhere.

He Jianguo stepped forward, vigilantly poked his eyes out from behind the wall, quickly glanced twice, made sure that there was no danger here, and then turned back and pushed Zhuo Yifan.

"Quick! Get out quickly. Now is not the time to play house. If something happens, I can't explain it to your father."

Zhuo Yifan was eager to prove himself, and said with a full face: "Uncle He, I can help you, you saw it just now, besides, I got a new weapon..."

As he spoke, he raised the Desert Eagle in his hand.

He Jianguo shook his head helplessly, fully aware of the young master's temper, if you insist on driving him away, it will only backfire.

After thinking for a while, he raised his finger to Lu Yu who was on the high platform opposite, and said in a deep voice, "Listen, we are enough here, and the workers also need protection! Comrade Zhuo, are you up to this task?"

"Yes!!" Zhuo Yifan subconsciously nodded.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you to protect the safety of the workers!"

He Jianguo solemnly patted him on the shoulder.

"Uh...huh?"

It was only then that Zhuo Yifan realized that he had been tricked by Lao He.

But with such a good face, he couldn't open his mouth to go back on what he promised, so he had no choice but to agree depressedly.

...

"Attention all teams, the black wolf and the cheetah have lost contact! Sniper, please report your location...Please reply if you receive it!!"

Holding an M4 rifle, the locust squatting behind the sandbags in the corner of the square was eagerly connecting to the communication channel and calling out to his teammates.

However, no matter how hard he yelled, there was no sound in the earphone channel, and no one answered.

With a gloomy face, the locust slammed its fist on the sandbag and shouted angrily, "Damn it, it's all a bunch of trash!"

He had no choice but to try to contact the old man in the command vehicle and report the situation on the scene.

"Boss, our attack has been blocked and we are surrounded!"

It's a pity that there is still no response in the channel, only the sound of sizzling electricity, which makes the locust's face even more gloomy.

In fact, as early as the first shot in the battle, after Lu Yu and Lao He finished communicating, they cut off all the signals here.

From the very beginning, Lu Yu planned to turn the entire factory into a small isolated island.

As long as these mercenaries dare to come in, they will be completely isolated from the outside world, and they will all die here!

Snapped!

The locust was furious, took off the earphones and threw them on the ground.

The news could not be conveyed, so he could only break through by himself, clenched the gun in his hand, and the locust rushed out of the bunker angrily cursing.

bang bang.

Several factory security guards were quickly locked by his guns, and then fell to the ground in quick combo.

Before the wild laughter on his face bloomed, Lu Yu, who had already controlled the overall situation on the high platform, locked on the target in an instant and pressed the trigger hard.

call out!

A bullet pierced through the air, and the guy's figure had just taken a few steps before he stopped abruptly. Blood flowers bloomed in the darkness, and then faded away.

As the last mercenary fell to the ground, the sound of fierce firefights in the darkness gradually subsided.

Occasionally, there will be sporadic gunshots in the darkness in the distance, exploding!

The mercenary team sent by the father was wiped out, and the remaining ten or so Red Turban gangsters were still tenaciously resisting.

Lao He personally led the security team, directed the encirclement of the battle circle, and it was only a matter of time before this group of invading enemies were wiped out.

On the high platform, Lu Yu, who was holding a sniper rifle, did not relax his vigilance. With a pair of eagle-like eyes, he continued to scan the factory area, not letting any fish slip through the net.

He knew that this was only Dad's first wave of probing attacks, and the ones who had just been wiped out were only the advance troops, and what followed was the darkest moment before dawn.

Following He Jianguo's arrangement, Zhuo Yifan is evacuating all the workers to a safe area for temporary refuge.

Every worker's face was full of panic. Unexpectedly, they were singing and dancing one second, and they were knocked on the door the next second.

Facing the encirclement of the enemy, they don't know whether they will see the sun tomorrow, and it would be a lie to say that they are not afraid.

A group of Red Scarf Army gangsters who had been dispersed chased them up from behind, using trucks parked around the factory area as temporary shelters.

When the muzzle of the gun was protruded, the bullets shot and splattered randomly, and the fierce flames shuttled through the night, piercing the depth of the night, and drawing out the radiance of death.

Old He was agile and skilled, aiming at the target and pulling the trigger, the bullets fired at the gangsters one by one, without missing a beat, and the coordination was perfect.

After some of the Red Turban soldiers were crippled by his precise marksmanship, none of them dared to take the lead easily.

Because, anyone who dares to poke his head out easily will be headshot by a bullet that strikes from the dark, and blood blossoms will dye the deep silence of the night red, providing time for the workers to evacuate.

Young Master Zhuo, this brat, usually speaks loudly, but today is his first time on the battlefield, fighting the enemy with real swords and guns.

Facing the cruelty of the battlefield, with the scenes of blood flowing, his hands and feet didn't listen to him at all, and he trembled violently.

The self-confidence and composure he had when he practiced the game in the past has all been wiped out. Now he only focuses on catching the blind, closing his eyes and shooting randomly, and the bullets are scattered in all directions without knowing where they are going.

Don't talk about beating people, scaring people is enough!

But for ordinary people on the battlefield for the first time, it is already a good performance to be able to fight back effectively without peeing their pants.

As for Old He's evaluation of Shaodong's family on weekdays, only he himself knows how much moisture and fooling the children are mixed.

On the real battlefield, bullets have no eyes.

At this moment, several gangsters from the Red Turban Army suddenly jumped out, puff puff, and shot in all directions regardless of whether they were the enemy or us.

The howling bullets hit all around indiscriminately like a torrential rain. The fleeing workers screamed and hugged their heads, pushed each other, and ran away and ran in panic.

There was a panic at the scene...