Live Wilderness Adventure

Chapter 366 Ten Seconds

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

Matthew looked at the shipyard not far away with a confused expression.

Bi Fang climbed out of the shaft, heard the sound of guns in the distance, and scratched his head involuntarily, what's going on?

Who is the gang fighting with?

Abaso just suddenly freed his hand and sent someone to support him?

[Is it true that God has eyes and sent someone to destroy the gang? 】

【Isn’t someone from Abaso just here? How about old Fang asking? 】

[Is the battle situation changing so quickly? You said yesterday that you couldn't spare a shot, so you had to send fishing boats to pick them up, but today you can bombard them with cannons? 】

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"Don't worry about it so much, anyway, it's a good opportunity for us, let's withdraw first!"

With the information available, Bi Fang couldn't figure out what was going on with these gunshots, but he didn't hesitate too much. The crisis hadn't been resolved yet, and the bandit gang seemed to be in trouble right now, and that was a good opportunity for them to escape completely.

"Yes, yes, run, everyone, run!"

"Don't run around, follow me closely, don't get lost, follow me closely until I leave Yeyimen tomorrow, or you will have to be caught back!"

Matthew led the way at the front, and Bi Fang followed at the end of the team to avoid getting lost or falling behind.

Accompanied by the raging fire in the shipyard, a group of people who were not constrained by the terrain ran wildly and quickly moved away from this place, but when they passed a building, Bi Fang suddenly stopped and looked at the other side of the narrow passage in a daze.

The audience was the first to notice this scene, asking what happened and why it stopped suddenly.

Matthew at the front led the crowd to run for a certain distance, and felt that the beam of flashlight behind him suddenly disappeared. He also sensed something was wrong, so he stopped first, and finally turned his head to see Bi Fang who was standing still.

"What happened?"

Matthew ran and asked, but only saw Bi Fang pointing to the alley and looking in the direction.

Under the night, the sea undulates restlessly, the black ship cuts through the black water, leaving white foam, the huge ship lights hit the sky, and the black clouds roll with faint thunder.

a fishing boat?

"Someone fishing?"

Matthew said in surprise, but then felt that this idea was ridiculous. How could someone go fishing in this situation? The fishing boat was bombed within a few nautical miles, right?

"It can't be a fishing boat."

On this point, Bi Fang and Matthew agree that this cannot and will not be a fishing boat.

Why are fishing boats here at this time?

"Could it be that Abaso has just really pulled out his manpower and arrived early?"

"Impossible, I haven't received any news from here."

Bi Fang pointed to the drone. If there was any news, he would know that the current ship does not belong to Aba Suogang, so where did it come from? The two immediately had a clear understanding in their hearts.

Matthew's eyes widened: "Pick up the goods in advance?"

Bi Fang affirmed: "There is only one possibility!"

"Infighting?"

Reminiscent of the sound of guns and guns now, Matthew was a little excited, internal strife is good, both sides will suffer, send these scumbags to see God!

"No, I don't think it's an infighting, it's more like silence."

Bi Fang squinted his eyes. It was weird to pick up the goods in advance. What's more, he knew very well that the ship did not exist before the rescue plan started. In other words, the other party arrived here in just two hours, and then Conflict broke out.

The time is too hasty, more like premeditated.

"I'm going to have a look."

"You're crazy!"

Matthew almost screamed, and grabbed Bi Fang's sleeve tightly, seriously doubting whether he was overthinking it.

Bi Fang grabbed Matthew's hand and asked seriously: "Where do you think those who pick up the goods will sell them?"

"How do I know..." Matthew didn't want to answer at first, but seeing Bi Fang's eyes, he still hesitated, "Southeast Asia, ugly countries, and black Mexico are all possible."

"Then do you think it is possible for this group of gangsters to do it?" Bi Fang asked Matthew back. The behavior they have come into contact with now cannot be done by a simple local gangster. In fact, they are only responsible for supplying goods , knowing nothing about the channel at all.

An illegally sold heart can even reach 300,000 U.S. dollars. Such a huge profit is more likely to be a multinational group. If I can go back, even if I just take a photo, it is possible to expose this group of people to the sun Under the circumstances, the significance of doing so is far greater than solving dozens of people.

[Why am I not surprised at all, and still take it for granted? 】

【Come, come, the familiar feeling is coming】

[Ah, ah, I have no doubt that the person in front of me is Fang Shen, the real god]

Matthew was dumbfounded.

Bi Fang patted his collar: "You take them along the route we planned earlier, and I will catch up with you."

After all, he ran towards the burning shipyard without looking back.

Matthew was stunned for a while, and finally cursed secretly.

"Oh shit!"

"Everyone follow me, speed up!"

...

In the shipyard, the situation at this time was more exaggerated than the previous big explosion. The heavily armed soldiers were divided into three teams and searched every corner of the shipyard.

Everyone was armed, and they shot mercilessly when they met. Many gangsters were knocked to the ground the first moment they showed up.

The gunfire was deafening, and Marseille even thought that he was fighting against the Legion on the Eastern Front.

He was completely speechless, and could only stare at Angelo in front of him with wide eyes.

"Mr. Marseille, as I said, this is the last time we will cooperate." Sisko lifted the hem of his clothes, as if he could get rid of the stains on it, but unfortunately, it was blood instead of dust.

Seeing the other party speak, Ma Sai finally came back to his senses, and said quickly: "I can still arrest people, I can still arrest people, this time it's just bad luck that let them escape, and it will definitely not happen next time, one hundred , No, two hundred! Next time I can catch two hundred, and at least half of them are young and middle-aged, Mr. Angelo, believe me, please believe me!"

In front of this group of people, the thugs in the gang were like unarmed kittens, and the weapons in their hands were more like fire sticks eliminated from World War I. All of them made Marseille lose the will to resist, and he could only ask for the help of the man in front of him. forgive.

Until now, Marseille still believes that this delivery failure brought him a catastrophe.

"Don't you understand? Mr. Marseille, a delivery failure is nothing to us. The last transaction is the last transaction. In addition, my name is not Angelo, please call me Sisko. "

Sisko's face was illuminated by the flames, and he looked down at Marseille, who fell to the ground due to lack of energy. He was not moved at all, and closed the safety of the pistol expressionlessly.

Hearing these words, Ma Sai's face was full of ashes and defeat. Just when everyone thought Ma Sai had given up, suddenly, a flame lit up, illuminating his hideous face.

But in the next second, Sisko's words completely dispelled Marseille's courage to fight: "I will give you one last chance, ten seconds, after ten seconds, I will only shoot once, whether you survive or not, leave it to God .”

Marseille was taken aback, ten seconds?

What's the meaning?

The subordinates behind Sisko smiled at the same time, and they all knew what this meant.

Before Marseille could think about it, Sisko on the other side had already started counting, with a calm tone like a mechanical clock telling the time.

"one."

"FUCK!"

Ma Sai didn't have time to think about it, turned over and stood up from the ground, but the gravel on the soles of his feet made him slip suddenly, and his heavy body fell to the ground again, and the trembling fat swayed like waves.

"two."

Marseille got up again, ignoring the blood on his palms and his sore knee.

"three."

"Run, run."

At this time, Marseille broke out with the fastest running speed in his life. Even when he was sixteen years old, he was not as fast as he was when he participated in the 100-meter race in front of girls he liked.

At this moment, he even felt that Bolt was nothing more than that.

Facts have proved that people's potential is really unlimited. When Sisko reported the number ten, even Marseille, who weighed more than 200, ran nearly 70 meters.

Looking at Marseille, which has almost become a point, the corners of Sisko's mouth are slightly raised.

"boom!"

"Run out...uh! How, how is it possible!"

Marseille's eyes widened, his life was over, the bullet shot into his body with huge kinetic energy, leaving a smoking bullet hole in the bloated overcoat, a wave of blood spattered out, bringing out Pink fat.

Sisko walked towards Marseille unhurriedly.

Marseille lowered his head, took a hard look at the bullet holes on his body, looked at Sisko's blurred figure, and said only one sentence: "Sooner or later, you, you will be like me, like me..."

Sisko came to Marseille, raised his gun and nodded his hat, and said with a smile: "Then I hope this day will come later."

"Boom!"

"Google."

Bi Fang leaned his back against the wall, feeling the interlacing trajectory of countless bullets behind him, those murderous bullets flew past the wall, and a trace of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

He swallowed his saliva in disbelief.

In actual combat accuracy, pistols are far inferior to rifles and machine guns, because pistols have a short aiming baseline and no support for shooting, and the use distance in actual combat is often only controlled between 5 and 20 meters.

The vast majority of trained soldiers can only guarantee the shooting accuracy of the pistol at a distance of 25 meters. If it is necessary to ensure a distance of 50 meters, only a very small number of shooting experts can hit a fixed target. The difficulty is more than doubled.

More than sixty meters, the light was dim, and one shot hit.

How can it be! ?