Chapter 139

Cheng Chong was kicked several meters away by the strong kick of the black man again. He fell on the messy firewood in the firewood house, and then rolled down along the messy firewood.

"Ouch -" after landing, Cheng Chong immediately got up. While quickly preparing to meet the enemy, he quickly touched his chest and snorted coldly.

At the moment, the foot was much heavier than the one just suffered. Because the two sides were too close, and the black man was hurt and hurt, he exerted much more strength than just now under his urgency and anger.

Cheng Chong took a few deep breaths continuously, coughed a few times, cooperated with the relevant body movements, and slightly adjusted his posture and body state. After a while, his body was barely comfortable.

At this time, the injured right arm began to wantonly ache. He subconsciously looked at his right arm and saw that his right arm's clothes had long been cut and his blood had long been dyed red at the breach. However, it seemed that it was ok, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Besides, he couldn't take into account the situation and its crisis at the moment.

The gunfire outside the firewood house is still a world shaking masterpiece, which is occasionally mixed with the explosion of grenades. There is no rhythm to stop, but there is an increasingly urgent situation.

However, the gunfire outside was Cheng Chong's reassurance.

Because as long as the gunfire outside doesn't stop, it means that his comrade Meng Lang is still fighting with the enemy outside the door. At least it means that Meng Lang is still alive and can fight at this time.

However, when the enemy surrounded the scene, the scene was extremely dangerous and the time was extremely urgent. There was no room for delay. He and Meng Lang must evacuate as soon as possible. Otherwise, when all the enemies surrounded, the two people probably had no chance to evacuate.

Thinking of Cheng Chong here, he immediately clenched his teeth, blew the air conditioner at the corners of his mouth, opened his eyes angrily, stared at the giant black man like the iron tower in front of him, and quickly prepared to attack again.

In the dark, a cold murderous spirit constantly surrounded, gathered and tangled in the firewood room.

I really met a real expert this time.

However, what Cheng Chong doesn't understand is that although the other party's body is so huge, it is not clumsy at all, but extremely sensitive. He is not only extraordinary, but also frightening.

This seems to be a contradiction, but it is such a contradiction, but it really exists in front of us, and it exists very strongly.

Fortunately, at the moment, he has been stabbed in the thigh by himself, and his movement is a little slower, but he is not much better at the moment. He even suffered his two feet and his right arm.

But the willpower was extremely strong, extremely firm Cheng Chong, did not give in at all, and there was no slightest timidity in his heart. Even if the other party is tall, powerful and powerful, his skill is also above himself.

But so what?

At the moment, he has long ignored his own safety. He can only do everything he can to kill the enemy.

Kill him! I'll kill him!

Cheng Chong had only one idea in his heart at the moment, and he was determined to do it.

After making up his mind and concentrating on attacking each other's footwall, although Cheng Chong, who had been injured, launched a series of fierce attacks on the black man in front of him. The daggers in his hands danced and flipped, alternating with each other, and kept attacking the black man's footwall.

After Cheng Chong kept attacking his footwall violently, the black man showed a trace of panic. He is tall, agile and strong, but the defense of the footwall is really a dead corner of his defense.

After all, he is so tall that his hands are too far away from his feet!

After knowing Cheng Chong's true intention, he kept beating his legs and changing his position to prevent his footwall from becoming Cheng Chong's attack target. Moreover, as long as he had the slightest chance, he would kick Cheng Chong hard.

The two sides fought for more than ten minutes, and the black man had several more blood holes in his legs, but Cheng Chong was kicked by him and kicked by him.

Again and again, Cheng Chong was kicked out by the other party's strong legs. Again and again, Cheng Chong was kicked onto the messy firewood and rolled down from the messy firewood.

Then, he gritted his teeth to overcome all kinds of physical discomfort, got up, and launched a deadly attack on each other's footwall without fear.

Again and again, he fell down, got up and fought again. Although he was constantly frustrated, he became braver and more energetic.

At the moment, Cheng Chong is like a diamond that can neither beat nor break. At the same time, he is angry and gnashing his teeth. He must fight the enemy to the end, otherwise he will never give up and stop.

In the dim light in the firewood room, two tall and short figures were tangled together and separated in the fuzzy space. However, soon, the two sides were tangled together again.

Cheng Chong doesn't remember how many times he has been kicked off by a black man, or how many times he has been kicked off from the messy. Every time he is kicked off by a black man, he will resist all kinds of physical discomfort, get up, gnash his teeth, wave his dagger, go straight forward again and kill each other without looking back, endless.

The fierce battle continues in such a huge consumption

Cheng Chong gasped heavily and tried to adjust his body. His iron teeth clenched and roared. He waved his dagger again and hit the black man. He was very fast, like a ghost, like a flower, like a dream.

In the dark, the light of the knife flickered, and the sparks from the collision splashed continuously, which briefly lit up two murderous faces and two pairs of eyes that wanted to devour each other.

Very helpless, Cheng Chong was kicked by the black man again, his body was forced to fly out again, and then rolled down from the messy firewood and fell into the dark corner of the firewood house.

The black man seems to be used to it now. Although Cheng Chong has stabbed several blood holes in his legs, he still didn't launch a series of attacks on Cheng Chong immediately. In addition to his over confidence in his strong strength, he also needs to rest and adjust.

Although he is a giant like an iron tower, he is not an iron man after all.

Cheng Chong covered his chest with his left hand and struggled on the ground for a while, but he couldn't get up immediately. His body rolled in pain in the dark wood house, forcibly restraining all kinds of discomfort.

Suddenly, when he rolled in pain on the ground, a cold metal object in his right hand suddenly shocked Cheng Chong's body, and an idea flashed in his mind: pistol! It's a pistol!

Cheng Chong suddenly remembered the leader of the Yidong organization who was beaten to the ground by Meng Lang and the pistol that was just against the back of his head.

Cheng Chong didn't think too much. He grabbed the pistol on the ground and didn't change his posture on the ground. He quickly pointed to the black man who was a little arrogant at the moment.

However, the black man and the desert scorpion, the leader of the mercenary, who have been acting on the edge of the knife all year round, have an almost strange perception of danger.

Although the light in the firewood room was dim, while Cheng Chong pointed a pistol at him, he had sensed the danger of death and quickly made a corresponding avoidance response.

"Bang!" Cheng Chong didn't tell the enemy any shit about Jianghu morality and quickly pulled the trigger of the pistol.

A large caliber pistol bullet, pushed by the single base gunpowder, pulled out a long tail flame, roared, rotated at high speed, flew out of the pistol chamber and hit the black man on the right.

Yes, Cheng Chong didn't shoot the black man directly. He was very clear in his heart that it was very difficult for an opponent with such strong strength to shoot directly, and some means must be used.

At the moment, the black man's left side is a corner of the wood house. Cheng Chong hits the bullet to his right side. According to his calculation: if the black man dodges to the right, he will just hit the bullet flying towards him at high speed. If he dodges to the left, he will hit the corner of the wood house with limited space. Then he won't want to dodge the next bullet.

Sure enough, at the critical juncture between lightning and flint, the black man with strong sense of danger was surprised. He didn't have time to pull out the MP5 micro punch he carried at any time, so he quickly dodged to the left.

He had to do so, but because of this, he was forced into the corner of the firewood house by Cheng Chong's bullet, and he was also forced to a dead end by Cheng Chong's bullet.

"Bang bang!" Cheng Chong seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and quickly fired three shots at the black man forced into the corner of the firewood house. The three pistol bullets rushed towards the upper body of the black man, leaving almost no dead corner.

Rao is a big black man. No matter how strong he is, no matter how extraordinary he is, he has experienced more life and death, but he is tall and close to the corner of the firewood house. It is impossible for him to avoid these three deadly pistol bullets.

Moreover, Cheng Chong is shooting at almost stationary targets at close range with a pistol. Even if the shooting level is poor, the other party has no escape.

After this series of three shots, in the dark, I only heard the black man howl miserably. Then, his huge body really fell down like an iron tower, shaking almost the ground of the whole wood house.

This key shot came in time. The large caliber Desert Eagle pistol had extremely abnormal lethality at close range.

However, Cheng Chong still did not dare to slack off. He quickly got up, rushed forward, pointed a pistol at the fallen black man and pulled the trigger until all the bullets in the pistol were fired.

Still worried, Cheng Chong rushed up to check, but he saw that the black man's body had been smashed by large caliber pistol bullets. His body was riddled with holes and flesh and blood. In this very short time, he had died. But the eyes have been staring at the boss, a look of death.

Cheng Chong didn't care so much about him. He quickly searched the black man.

He knows that a master like this and a key person like this will have some fun. The key is to have some good weapons.

Sure enough, Cheng Chong found an exquisite MP5 micro submachine gun, three live ammunition clips almost longer than the gun body, some cash and a mechanical watch.

This MP5 micro submachine gun is really fun. It has short body, light weight, easy to use, large cartridge loading capacity and rapid shooting. It is not only more lethal than hand gun, but also easier to carry and use than rifle.

It is really a necessary weapon for assault operations and the love of many top special forces in the world.

Without enough time to take a good look, Cheng Chong quickly received the gun and cartridge clip, and packed the live cartridge clip with him.

When he picked up the desert eagle's pistol again, he deeply felt the particularity of this pistol. This thick pistol would weigh more than an ordinary rifle. Just now, he didn't feel it because he was nervous and his life was hanging on the line. At the moment, it was heavy in his hand.

With the help of the dim light in the firewood room, Cheng Chong was surprised to find that this extraordinary pistol was golden, and the body seemed to be made of gold. This is definitely a top pistol. It's a limited edition pistol in the world. It's a good guy!

From this unusual pistol, Cheng Chong immediately remembered the owner of the pistol and the leader of Yidong organization.

Suddenly he became angry. He took the desert eagle back to his waist, held MP5 and rushed. In the dark wood house, he quickly found Maimaiti who was still dizzy. The muzzle of the gun quickly pointed at his head and pulled the trigger.

Dada dada

After an angry roar from MP5, maimaimaiti's head was directly destroyed, and the red and white things left after the head burst suddenly splashed on the ground.

Those who endanger the security of the motherland and the people, Cao Kan other people's lives and coerce good people into being his accomplices can only come to this end.

After the successful results of the two enemy leaders, Cheng Chong immediately thought of Meng Lang, who was still struggling on the dangerous line, and his good comrades in arms, good brothers and rotten comrades.

He didn't stop for a moment. Holding an MP5 submachine gun, he rushed out like a tiger down the mountain