Chapter 345: Hit the target with one strike
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
A few words kept echoing in Matthew's mind. Unfortunately, he was not Chinese. In this situation, he couldn't even say "Fuck". He could only stare at the bullet holes on the wall in silence.
He had so many things he wanted to say but couldn't. His face turned red and he almost yelled, "FUCK!"
【What the hell! 】
【Oh my god! 】
【Oh my god! 】
All kinds of exclamations flooded the live broadcast room. Not to mention ordinary viewers, even many military fans were shocked when they saw the scene before them.
Without relying on guns, firing bullets with bare hands, in this river?
Bifang used practical actions to tell everyone that this is very Heli!
The sound of gunfire mixed with the sound of shotgun explosions did not attract much attention, but Bifang used it to estimate the approximate time, accuracy and power.
It is much better than expected, and the accuracy is not as bad as imagined.
Some viewers, apart from shouting "WTF", obviously thought more: since they can shoot bullets, do they not have to be afraid of that group of people?
At least on the surface the gap in strength is not that big.
[Can I now compete with those people? ]
[I think it’s OK]
【Go fuck it! 】
【Shoot all these guys! 】
Unexpectedly, Bifang shook his head. He made this simple launching device not for counterattack, but just for intimidation.
Although there are craters on the wall, they are shallow craters, so the bullets fired from them are too weak. Even if the bullet is fired, it is not restrained by the barrel, and there is no continuous acceleration process and rotating flight state, so its power is far less than that of a bullet fired from a gun.
Moreover, even though the recoil caused by the explosion was slowed down by the cloth strip, it still almost made Bifang drop it when it reached his hand.
The firing speed was too slow, from burning to firing, it took at least ten seconds. And this method was not stable, each time firing, there would be a certain time deviation, but it would not exceed , which meant that if Bifang wanted to launch a surprise attack, he had to aim successfully after seven seconds.
The only effect it can have is to intimidate the other side and make the enemy think that they also have guns. Having or not having guns makes two completely different situations in a battle. As long as the other side can be made to fear their own weapons, Bifang's efforts will not be in vain.
After listening to Fang's explanation, the audience was disappointed, but they also had some confidence. At least compared to the white suit just now, now they at least had a green suit with a built-in fear effect.
While he was explaining, Bifang and Matthew had already run to the corridor entrance.
At this moment, Matthew's heart was about to jump out, for fear that he would be shot in the head as soon as he stuck his head out.
Fortunately, this situation did not occur. When Bifang was listening against the wall, the thug running in the front had not yet gone upstairs.
“Good opportunity!”
Bifang pulled Matthew and ran upstairs together. Avoiding head-on confrontation if possible was the best course of action. This was Bifang's principle.
But luck doesn't always favor them. When they reached the third floor, Matthew's pupils shrank sharply when he saw two figures.
They are the man in green jacket and the man in black.
Damn, how could I forget about them!
The audience was almost frightened to the point of peeing, even horror movies are not this exciting!
Fortunately, both of them had their backs to Bifang at this time and did not notice them.
The two of them retreated back to the corridor. Matthew was sweating profusely. He was almost discovered just now. He looked at Bifang hurriedly: "What should we do?"
Bifang raised his hand and threw a flashlight to Matthew. At the same time, he held the steel pipe, lit the lighter again, and began to burn the bottom of the bullet.
"I'll count to three, then we'll rush out together, and then you shine the flashlight into their eyes, understand?"
There are wolves in front and tigers behind. If Bifang waits for the two people upstairs to leave, he will most likely be caught up by the people downstairs. At that time, he will be attacked from both sides, and he can only choose to break out directly.
Matthew took the flashlight. Although he was nervous, the previous few minutes of interaction made him understand that professional matters should be left to professionals. He did not ask why, but just nodded.
Matthew often hangs out in war zones, so it is impossible for him to have poor psychological quality. However, he has never participated in it personally, so his palms are full of cold sweat.
I seemed to hear footsteps behind me, or maybe it was just my own heartbeat. The flames were unusually conspicuous in the darkness.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Ten seconds passed in a flash.
"Three, two, one, now!"
Bifang let out a low shout, and Matthew shuddered all over and almost rushed out with weak legs.
Bifang and Matthew did not turn on the flashlight at this time, and two black shadows jumped out. Such an unusual scene naturally attracted the attention of the man in black and the man in green jacket, but before they could ask, a strong light suddenly swept over.
Suddenly, it went from extremely dark to extremely bright, and the two men's eyes had no time to adjust. But once their eyes adjusted to the high brightness, the thugs who reacted would turn them into a pool of flesh and blood with their sawed-off shotguns.
But how could Bifang give them a chance? He concentrated all his energy on this attack. His muscles stretched and contracted, pulling the bones in his body to operate precisely like a mechanical version. He raised his hand to aim. There was no scope, no trigger, all he had was a "gun barrel"!
How could it be just simple intimidation?
"Bang!"
Flames gushed out from the mouth of the steel pipe, and the metal bullet steel pipe firmly restricted its path and left the barrel with a whistling sound.
Blood splattered everywhere, and gunshots and screams rang out almost at the same time.
The man in the green jacket felt a pain in his left shoulder and then lost consciousness. The man in black next to him was even more frightened.
I originally thought it was just a normal action, but I didn't expect to run into a tough guy!
His vision was still blurry, but realizing that the other person also had a gun in his hand, the man in black immediately rushed to the side.
He and the man in the green jacket were once captured and forced to join the army. Although they escaped later, they still received some professional training and were the most elite members of the organization. They often went out together to look for goods.
I had always been successful in the past, but I never expected to fail today.
There is no doctor here. If the gunshot wound is not treated properly, my companion may be disabled!
The man in the green jacket who was shot was a little slow to react, but his blurred vision became clearer. Humans are adaptable animals.
But when he saw that there were only two people opposite him, especially what one of them was holding in his hand, he couldn't help but be stunned.
what?
Gun?
No, it's just a steel pipe, right?
Were you hit by this thing?
Feeling the pain in his shoulder, the man in the green jacket had no time to feel any more emotions. Realizing that the other party might not be able to "fire" a second shot in a short time, the man in the green jacket raised his pistol to fight back. But just as he moved, he saw a man opposite him take a step forward, pull out something from his waist in an instant and throw it hard.
Then the man in the green jacket felt a sharp pain in the other shoulder.
As if he was hit in the joint, his entire arm lost strength, his palm loosened, and the pistol fell to the ground.
The man in the green jacket staggered back two steps, staring at his shoulder with wide eyes. The scene before him was beyond his understanding.
What's stuck on your shoulder?
Steel cone?
