Chapter 776 Is This the Strength of the Top Special Forces Team! ?

A huge loudspeaker was brought up.

The fourth boss held the loudspeaker and shouted to the third uncle and others:

"Everyone, we are the oil stronghold of the motorcycle gang here, what are you doing here?"

The fourth boss shouted at the loudest volume, and the loudspeaker amplified his voice.

The third uncle and others in the distance heard it. The third uncle frowned and said to the ant next to him: "More than 1,000 meters away, sniped. Too much nonsense."

The ant nodded, took the sniper rifle from the car, and then climbed to the roof.

Calibrate the parameters of the gun, measure the wind speed, and aim at the man standing on the bus.

"If you want oil, we can sit down and have a good chat. We are the motorcycle gang. If you know us."

Bang!

A bullet accurately shot into his forehead.

The big loudspeaker fell down and hit the ground.

Then, the body of the fourth boss also fell from the bus.

"The fourth boss is dead, the fourth boss is dead."

"There is a sniper, shoot the fourth boss!"

There was a panic all around. Although they also had guns, they were not so regular.

When they met the gang of Uncle San, Uncle San beat them up like a dimensionality reduction attack.

Uncle San looked at everyone, all wearing explosion-proof suits. This time, Li Yu was very willing to take all the explosion-proof suits he had collected before.

Li Yu once said to everyone who joined the camphor tree base that joining the camphor tree base meant being a family.

Li Yu attached great importance to every life of these people in the inner and outer cities.

So when they went out on missions, Li Yu asked them to wear explosion-proof suits and helmets. Although they might still get injured, at least they could save their lives.

The fourth boss died before he had time to say more.

The death of the fourth boss has already announced the intention of Uncle San and his gang.

We came here to take you down.

The death of the fourth boss was too abrupt. He had never encountered such an enemy before.

He dared to kill people without even introducing himself or figuring out the situation.

The most important thing is that he originally thought that such a long distance was a safe distance.

But he never expected that there would be a sniper on the other side.

His death was very unjust.

If he knew that the situation on the other side was like this, he would not dare to climb onto the bus.

Zizizizi——

One of his men picked up the walkie-talkie to contact the boss.

"I am in the Oil City. The fourth boss is dead. He was shot by those people. There is a sniper."

"What!!!?" After hearing the news, Lao Gui snatched the walkie-talkie from his men.

"Where did those people come from? Why did they go to the Oil City?"

"I don't know. They don't communicate with us at all."

Lao Gui showed an angry expression on his face and smashed the walkie-talkie in his hand to the ground.

He put on his armor, walked to the balcony, and shouted to the busy people below: "Everyone, go to the Oil City now!"

After that, he hurried downstairs.

Originally, he only asked Guan Zhong to go in once, but the news from the Oil City just now made him smell something different.

This is a big trouble.

If the Oil Village is taken away, it will be a huge loss for their current motorcycle gang.

The motorcycle gang's nest, the roar of cars.

Barrels of fuel are loaded onto the cars, hundreds of cars, more than 2,000 people, are hurriedly preparing.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see people coming and going in the whole town, with smoke and dust all over the sky.

The horns of cars are constantly honking.

Originally, the motorcycle gang only had dozens of cars and hundreds of people.

But since taking over the Oil City, the strength of the motorcycle party has increased exponentially.

Lounge.

Several shirtless men heard the horn, pulled their sticks, then turned over and put on their clothes.

They hurriedly walked outside with excitement on their faces.

On the left side of the town, dozens of people, holding whips in their hands, whipped the half-dressed slaves in front of them and drove them into a factory.

There were many slaves. They were working around the town to build a wall. No one knew what had happened.

A huge horn sounded, and the people guarding them whipped them back to the place where they rested at night.

That resting place was actually not much different from a pigsty.

A place less than 800 square meters could accommodate more than a thousand people.

In the slave team, a young man looked puzzled and said to an old man next to him: "What happened?"

The old man lowered his head and whispered: "Don't talk."

Snap!

A whip hit the young man's face, and a blood mark appeared on the young man's face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Anger burst out in the young man's eyes, and he hated the man holding the whip.

The old man next to him saw this and quickly pulled his head down, then pulled him forward.

"I"

"You are going to die, what should I do as an old man. Go!" The old man pulled him hard and walked forward.

The young man was a little unconvinced, but after hearing what the old man said, he stopped resisting. Otherwise, with his youth and strength, he could easily break free.

He urged the slaves to enter the renovated factory.

This factory was originally a pig pen, a breeding site.

It was stinking inside.

Snap!

One of the men with a mustache locked the door, and then shouted fiercely to the people inside: "Be quiet, I will kill anyone who dares to make trouble."

Then he said to the four or five men behind him: "This is up to you. If there is any problem when you come back, I will not be able to get away from it, and you will be dead."

After that, he threw the key in his hand to one of them.

Then he hurried out. In the short time it took to drive the slaves back, the boss and his men had already set off, and he had to catch up quickly.

There were many people in the motorcycle gang, and it was impossible to gather all of them at once.

However, the situation in the Oil City was very urgent, so Lao Gui took dozens of cars and rushed there first.

Later, he asked Guan Chongjin to catch up with the large army as soon as possible.

Oil City.

After the death of the fourth boss, everyone was in chaos.

There was no leader, and the enemy was at hand.

In this situation, it was the most fatal.

In the chaos, a man came out.

This man was the red-haired man who had been following the fourth boss.

He raised the intercom and said to the people behind him: "Stop making trouble. The most urgent thing now is to prepare for the battle. They may attack us soon. Listen to my orders. Wei Yan, take the people."

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, a huge hole appeared in the middle of the bus behind him, and iron filings flew everywhere. Several people standing next to the bus were also pierced through the chest by the flying iron sheets.

Sometimes people are very strong.

But sometimes they are very fragile.

Before the red-haired man finished speaking, this shell blasted him a little confused.

"Fight back on your own." Leaving this sentence, the red-haired man ran away, away from the gate.

He was worried that there might be another shell.

Boom!

As he expected, another shell hit the bus, and two big holes appeared on the left and right of the bus, which was basically scrapped.

He had just contacted the people at the headquarters, so he was very clear about how disastrous the consequences would be for him to face the old ghost if the oil village was attacked.

So he took out a gun from his waist and walked towards the wall.

The flame guns from the oil village were still there, but a machine gun was added to the left and right sides of the container.

He pulled up the man squatting on the machine gun and was about to sit down to replace him.

However, the moment he looked up, he saw two tanks slowly approaching.

He was startled.

He pushed the man back and patted his shoulder.

He gave a thumbs up and moved his body to the back.

Da da da da!

When the tanks were only a few hundred meters away from the oil village, the people on the wall of the oil village quickly fired machine guns at the tanks.

But these bullets were easily bounced off by the tank's armor.

No damage.

The armored RV of Uncle San and his people followed behind the two tanks.

Behind them were Lao Bi and his people.

The two tanks in front helped them block the attack from the oil city.

Da Da Da!

On the wall of the oil city made of containers, hundreds of people shot at the tanks.

The bullets were like sparks, crackling on the tanks.

Xiao Ding, who was originally sitting on the tank, also got off.

With this density of bullets, even if he was wearing an explosion-proof suit, he would probably be killed by bullets.

Uncle San did not show up, watching the picture from the drone.

He frowned.

I didn't expect the motorcycle gang to have such strong firepower, so he said to Lao Luo: "Stop, shoot down the two machine gunners first. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to get in."

In fact, you can also go in, but forcing in will definitely cause a lot of casualties.

This is a huge mistake for the big camphor tree base, which has never had many deaths.

Under the influence of Li Yu, everyone is accustomed to using force to crush the battle, without wasting words.

Being able to stay alive is the most important thing.

"Okay!" Lao Luo shouted to the loader and the driver: "Stop, reload quickly."

"0° position, height four meters. Fire!"

After the tank stopped, Lao Luo observed the front and gave orders to the people in the tank.

The other tank did the same.

Generally, the speed of a tank firing shells is 4 to 10 seconds. Lao Luo and his team fired at the oil fortress at an average speed of one shell every 6 seconds.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

In sixty seconds, at the fastest speed, the two tanks fired 20 shells at that direction.

With the gate of the oil fortress as the center, ten large holes appeared in the containers on the left and right.

Some containers even collapsed, and the people on them fell down.

Black smoke rose.

The dense gunfire just now was like a castrated bull, unable to make any sound.

Only one or two sparse gunshots were heard occasionally.

"Okay!" Uncle San saw this scene and said with a smile.

"Get in!"

The tank drove in slowly.

It was less than thirty meters away from the gate.

Seeing that the gate, which was less than half of it, was getting closer and closer.

Wow!

Someone was holding a flamethrower and spraying fire at the tank.

Swish!

Uncle San stood up from his seat, opened the lid on the roof, and climbed up a few steps.

Holding the gun, he fired a shot at the flamethrower.

Then he jumped into the car again and closed the roof cover.

The action took no more than four seconds.

Very smooth.

Tanks are actually afraid of fire.

However, the reason why tanks are afraid of fire is not because of the armor, but because the gasoline in the Molotov cocktail flows into the cockpit and engine compartment through the gaps, burning people and equipment such as the engine.

Therefore, when facing tanks on the battlefield, some people's solution is to throw Molotov cocktails at the broken cockpit and engine parts.

Without the trouble of the flame gun, the tank directly knocked the door open and broke in.

Uncle San and others opened the roof cover.

There was a heavy machine gun in the center, and behind the heavy machine gun, two holes were opened in the roof.

The armor plate above was pushed open, and Uncle San and Ant, one on the left and one on the right, held a gun in their hands and killed anyone they saw.

The jackal in the center controlled the heavy machine gun and killed the people who appeared in front.

Uncle San and his men moved very quickly, changing magazines very smoothly, with almost no pause of more than half a second in between.

They used the automatic rifle in their hands as if it were a machine gun.

And the accuracy was very high.

Dadadadadada——

After the gate was broken, there was a straight road inside.

The armored RV was neither fast nor slow, but very stable.

There were people running inside, and some people were throwing Molotov cocktails at their car.

Bang!

Uncle San accurately hit two Molotov cocktails that were thrown in the air and were about to hit their car.

The Molotov cocktails exploded in the air.

Bang, bang, bang!

Ant took the rifle in his hand and fired at the people on the left.

His body hardly moved, but his muzzle kept changing.

In fifteen seconds, he accurately killed forty people.

On average, he shot nearly four people per second.

In his eyes, the perspective is different from that of ordinary people.

He shoots macroscopically.

The human eye has a field of vision of about 180 degrees. To be precise, it should be 56 degrees above the eye, 74 degrees below, 65 degrees on the nose, and 90 degrees on the temporal side. There are physiological blind spots.

But for the top special forces like Ant, especially those who have survived countless life and death.

Within the field of vision, there is a painting.

And this painting is imprinted in the mind.

In this picture, each enemy is like a bright red dot in the painting.

Coupled with their super vision, perception, and the "battlefield feeling" condensed from countless battles.

So they almost don't need to aim, just shoot the red dots in the picture one by one.

When killing has become a habit, there is almost no need to focus on a single point.

For example, a person is clearly reading a newspaper, but he can look at the newspaper, and then use his peripheral vision to hold the cup on the table to drink water.

This is the same principle.

The efficiency of the third uncle on the other side is about the same as his.

The jackal in front of them, holding a heavy machine gun, kept firing.

Because the crowd was scattered, not many people were shot.

But this was not because he was incompetent, but because there were fewer people in front of the vehicle, and there were Uncle San and Ant on the left and right sides fighting for heads.

Lao Qin stepped on the accelerator and kept the speed at 50 kilometers per hour.

Driving with one hand, he was still as steady as an old dog.

Rolling down the window, from time to time, he pointed a pistol out of the window and shot two shots.

The four of them were like a net.

An airtight net, this net was moving forward with the car as the center.

The oil city was not big, and the straight road in the middle was only a few hundred meters.

After Uncle San and his team came down, there were almost no survivors on the left and right sides of the front.

They were the top killing machines. They killed at least 150 people in this trip.

This was half of the manpower in the oil city.

In less than 30 seconds.

Uncle San and his team had walked from the beginning to the end.

Lao Bi and others who followed the RV were stunned.

My eyes couldn't follow the movements of Uncle San and the others.

No shots were fired, as if they were just bystanders on a tour.

Thirty seconds passed in a flash,

When they came to their senses,

There were already corpses everywhere.

After a while.

Lao Bi closed his chin and said in confusion:

"Is this the strength of the top special forces?

It's too fucking exaggerated!!!!"

"They are not human! They are gods!"

(Seeking monthly tickets)