Chapter 51

"If I can't see Thomas in ten seconds, the deal between us will be invalid!" Zhang Lan shouted at the suit man: "invalid!"

She turned and snapped her fingers at her men.

"Take our goods! Get ready to leave!"

"Relax, my friend..." the suit man spread his hands and said with a relaxed look: "don't be so excited. I promise Thomas will appear in ten seconds."

Just after the conversation, the back door of the first Land Rover opened.

The man in suit glanced and smiled strangely.

"Look, Thomas, isn't he here?"

Poof——

Something rolled out of the rear seat of defender's SUV and landed directly on the ground.

Zhang Lan fixed her eyes on Thomas.

To be exact, it's dying Thomas.

The former Marine pressed his hands tightly on his neck, made a "Er Er" sound in his throat, and his blood sprayed out with bright red plasma like a punctured water pipe.

He had his throat cut.

“OH！FUCK！”

Zhang Lan's cold hair stood up all over her body.

It's not good!

These four words cut through the night sky like thunder.

"Kill them!"

In her panic, the woman screamed that it was enough to break the glass.

Almost at the same time, the face of the suit man who was still smiling froze in an instant, and his two open hands were inserted back into his suit like lightning.

That's under his ribs.

In less than 0.5 seconds, he pulled out two Israeli made micro Uzi submachine guns from both sides by magic.

Zizi Zizi——

Because of the speed of fire, it sounded like a beep.

In an instant, the bullet tilted towards the bodyguard next to Zhang Lan like a waterfall.

This gun was designed and launched by Israelis in the 1990s. It is further smaller and shorter than the mini Uzi. It is similar to a larger submachine pistol. It uses 9mm ammunition. When the butt is folded to the right, the total length is only 250mm (9.84 inches), which is not much larger than a pistol.

What makes Uzi submachine gun famous in the military is not its length, but its firing speed.

When firing, 1250 rounds per minute (about 21 rounds per second) or 1700 rounds per minute (about 28 rounds per second) are enough to embarrass all kinds of famous machine guns.

Two foreign bodyguards of Zhang Lan even had no time to lift their AR-15 barrel and burst a blood mist on their chest.

In less than a second, the two bodyguards had fallen to the ground with more than a dozen bullets.

Absolutely clean!

The suit man simply ignored the hundreds of minions behind Zhang Lan.

While he shot, those Zhang Lan's men were completely stunned.

Things have taken a sharp turn, and the situation has made it impossible for everyone to turn around.

The roof of the two Land Rovers suddenly opened, revealing two huge gun barrels. The gunman in camouflage clothes stood behind the gun and appeared like the God of death.

M134 machine gun - minigun!

Commonly known as Gatling machine gun!

The militants fled in panic. The bullets fired by the two M134 Gatlin were like a line of fire even in broad daylight, cutting off everything it swept.

Several armed men carrying guns like counterattacks were cut off at the waist!

This is definitely a big killer in individual confrontation!

The firing speed of M134 machine gun can reach 6000 rounds per minute, which is more violent than Uzi!

At this time, Qin Fei was only more than ten meters away from the truck. Suddenly, he became a chicken flying dog jumping around and screamed constantly.

The scene in the guillotine depression was out of control in an instant.

"What's going on!"

Xu Wu's inquiry came from the headset.

"Shit! I don't know!" Qin Fei was already lying on the ground.

A militant who ran beside him was hit in the neck, his head was cut off, and there was only a little flesh between him and his body.

Blood rained down.

Qin Fei suddenly became a bloody man.

Outside the valley, a sudden gunshot rang out.

Wang Kai's three member team is responsible for the gukou raid.

"Lao Xu! It's a mess outside! People on both sides of the transaction are fighting! Which side are we helping?"

Yeah?

Now which side?

"Don't help either side. When they're finished, we'll stop. Who survives to stop who!"

But it seems that there is an inflection point in an instant.

"Lao Xu! They found us! They are shooting at us! Gatlin M134 is installed in their car. We are suppressed in the woods and don't dare to look up!"

Xu Wu looked at the entrance of the village with a telescope. All the bodyguards brought by Zhang Lan now fell to the ground.

Several Land Rovers are on the road, and an M134 machine gun is mounted on the roof of each.

This is a perfect and precise tactical plan.

From the beginning, the buyer didn't want to pay Zhang Lan.

"Lao Xu, I'm going to blow up the car!"

Qin Fei crawled low on the ground, trying to avoid being too high. Whether the two sides eat black or not, or who loses and who wins, it's always right to blow up the car.

After strict training, Qin Fei's low crawl can climb out at least ten meters in four seconds. He snake into the fuel tank of the truck.

After turning over, Qin Fei planned to take out the piece in his pocket and install the remote detonator.

Also in that instant, a feeling of threat came to my mind.

Qin Fei immediately gave up taking out the explosives, touched the type 92 pistol and turned to the top!

Two swarthy faces appeared above Qin Fei's head.

It's a pinch of hair and fish bubble eyes!

In the narrow underbody, the AK47 automatic rifle with a pinch of hair and fish bubble eyes had no time to display.

Moreover, they did not expect that the poor little mute had become a swift tiger in the twinkling of an eye.

He put a gun to his head!

"You're crazy!? you're crazy! Your own people!"

A pinch of hair felt the cold of the gun barrel in the center of the eyebrow and was surprised like a fried chicken.

After a few calls, the mute may not understand his own language, so he changed English again.

“Are-you-crazy-you-bastard！”

Listening to the funny Southeast Asian accent english and looking at the panicked bunch of hair and stunned fish bubble eyes, Qin Fei said coldly in English: "I'm not crazy, you fools!"

A pinch of hair reacted quickly. He immediately realized that the "little mute" in front of him was not a mute at all. This neat skill may be someone from the special forces.

Thinking of this, his brain was immediately washed into a blank.

It's over, it's over! He kept nagging in his heart.

He regarded Qin Fei as the special forces hired by the buyer and placed him in Zhang Lan's inner circle.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I have an 80 year old mother, a 20-year-old wife and several children!"

A pinch of hair almost peed in his pants.

Qin Fei hesitated.

This is a hesitation that should not exist.

But this is his first time on the battlefield. If a handful of hair raises a gun or starts shooting at him, maybe Qin Fei can jump a gun on his forehead without hesitation.

Not now.

A handful of hair held up his hands, and so did the fish bubble eyes. Under the narrow bottom of the car, the three people were like stiff sculptures.

Qin Fei's index finger on the trigger was trembling slightly. The trigger with only two pounds of resistance was as heavy as a kilo at this time.

For Qin Fei, killing a man without resistance is really not as easy as expected.

"Qin Fei! What are you doing under the car! Retreat quickly! Retreat quickly!"

Xu Wu's voice came from the earphone, as if it were a world away.

Sweat trickled down Qin Fei's forehead and cheeks.

"Don't kill me... Don't kill me... Please..."

A pinch of hair and fish bubble eyes beg with a crying cavity.