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Chapter 1184 Conflict

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    It only took a few minutes for the two mercenary teams, O2 and Fox, to forcefully capture both wings of the camp at a sprint speed of almost 100 meters.  Crazy Horse used his most skillful movements to pick up the guard's machine gun.  Wrap the bullet chain around your arm and shoot with the machine gun.

    This Indian¡¯s strong body and gnarled muscles turned him into a mobile machine gun tower.  With Crazy Horse as the core, it forms a cross-fire support point.  As soon as his shooting stopped, the two general-purpose machine guns and several automatic rifles on his side immediately followed up and fired indiscriminately at the enemy's position.

    Under the cover of the dark night, bullets pulled out strips in the air that were clearly visible to the naked eye, and people couldn't help but think of the idiom of lightning-fast ballistics, with the sound of swishing wind, facing the stunned militants.  Sweep across.

    At this time, the two snipers of the long-range support team, Snake Eyes and Yelena, no longer need to consider hiding.  The sound of gunfire like popping beans and the roar of exploding grenades made their two sniper rifles equipped with silencers almost unknown.

    And those militants who have no bunker protection and no military evasive actions are simply targets that are more like gun targets than gun targets.  Shooters like Yelena and Snake Eyes were almost shooting by name.

    Their only shortcoming is that their sniper rifles have limited ammunition capacity, otherwise they will kill more people than Crazy Horse and the others caused crazy killings.

    Crazy Horse is already red-eyed and has several ammunition chains hung on his body. As soon as the ammunition chains on the machine gun are almost finished, he will attach new ammunition chains. In this case, the medium-sized machine gun in his hand will  .  It kept roaring like the bullets would never run out.

    The explosion flame caused by the grenade was still jumping endlessly in two places in the camp, shining so brightly that the surrounding area seemed to be coated with a layer of magnificent orange-red. Under the flickering firelight, gorgeous blood flowers appeared one after another in the air.  Bloom in full bloom.

    Lin Rui leaned against the gun and laughed loudly, "How is it? Old gun, are you still enjoying it?"

    "You are just a bunch of lunatics, but I like it." Gunpao shouted while raising his gun and shooting.

    "Crazy Horse, we should withdraw!" Lin Rui shouted to the Indians.

    Crazy Horse was like a humanoid harvester. Even after all the militants had fallen down, he continued to shoot for more than ten seconds before the sound of shooting suddenly stopped.  Crazy Horse had already turned around and ran at high speed under the cover of Lin Rui and others.

    In the chaotic tent area, Crazy Horse encountered an enemy who met on a narrow road. He raised the machine gun in his hand without hesitation and easily knocked down the enemy with the gun.  This Indian's height, weight, and physical strength are even more astonishing.  The absolutely heavy machine gun hit the militant's head, and its power was no less than that of a heavy hammer. The bone-breaking sound was heart-breaking, mixed with the shrill screams.

    The bullets whizzed, and the sound of the bullet shells falling to the ground was like a heavy rain, clanging, clanging, and crashing.  The tents in the camp are full of corpses of armed personnel. On the position, there are still rolling clouds of flames and gunpowder smoke. The fragments of grenade explosions are mixed in the shock wave, which is straight, diagonal, rotating, and turning.  Flying randomly, there were extremely harsh and harsh wind-breaking sounds in the air.

    With the explosion, waves of sand were thrown up, hitting everyone head-on, causing layers of sand rain to float in the air.  In such a place, there are fires everywhere, flickering on and off, causing the shadows of all surrounding objects to flutter and dance, really like a group of demons dancing wildly.

    On the face of Gerald at the headquarters, there was an expression ten times uglier than crying.  "What's going on? Who is attacking us? Damn it, is it government troops or other guerrillas?"

    Conan pushed him down on the chair and said fiercely, "Listen to me. Go and organize your people immediately and ask them to hold off these mercenaries as much as possible. Just give me half an hour, and our people will be there in half an hour.  Get there. They can't escape!"

    "No, it shouldn't be just these mercenaries. It sounds like there are at least hundreds of them." Gerald's face turned pale and he whispered, "My people have lost a lot. If this doesn't work, I have to order them to shrink their defenses. Don't stop."  It¡¯s not worth it to chase these desperadoes.¡±

    "Fart, there are not that many people at all, just two small groups of mercenaries. As long as we can hold them back, we can achieve final victory." Conan said angrily, "Shrink the defense? You can't think of that."

    An armed man covered in blood ran into the command room and said, "They have rushed to the entrance of the camp. We failed to stop them. The guard team at the entrance of the camp also lost contact. They may have"

    "Damn it, have they escaped?" Gerald shouted.

    ?"Yes, we are organizing a pursuit. But they seem to have someone sabotaging the vehicles. Our cars have been damaged. The tires have been punctured and the gasoline has been drained." The militant said in a panic.

    ¡°Gasoline?¡± Before Gerald had time to be surprised, several earth-shaking explosions suddenly came from outside.  Flames enveloped the entire camp, and flames shot into the sky in the direction of the camp's parking lot.

    "Damn it, our cars were all destroyed!" Conan said angrily.  "Hurry up and chase them and intercept them."

    "How to pursue and intercept them? Our cars were all burned. They had several armed pickup trucks with snipers on them. We couldn't get close to them at all. I've said before that we should kill them first, but you insist on taking them.  They locked them up first." Gerald said angrily, "It was you who caused me such a big loss. Do you know how much effort it took me to build this team?"

    Conan looked at Gerald, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, "How big a person's vision and ambition are, his achievements will be equally great. Do you know? Gerald, you will only become  A small warlord. Guard your small territory and command a limited number of subordinates to plunder the civilians on your territory. You can never go further."

    Gerald was stunned for a moment and then got angry, "This is clearly your responsibility, but you still talk to me in such a tone? I want to see the Baron, and I ask him to find someone else to cooperate with us. I don't want to work with a  Talk to people who don¡¯t respect me.¡±

    "I don't want to either." Conan sighed and whispered in Gerald's ear, "Believe me, Gerald. I am even more urgent than you about this matter. You are too stupid and you should change someone else.  Come manage all this." He walked away from Gerald, but Gerald collapsed on the ground, and blood quickly spread from under him.

    Conan wiped the knife in his hand with a handkerchief, threw it on the ground, then rushed out and shouted loudly, "They killed Chief Gerald, don't let these mercenaries go, chase them all."

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