Super Special Forces King

Chapter 576: The Furious Alfonso

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This four-story building is not a residential building, but a warehouse.

The choreographer endured the pain of his body and quickly rushed down the stairs. A modified black motorcycle was parked in the warehouse.

Pooh. Spit out the blood foam from his mouth, buckle the helmet hung on the handlebar on his head, and lift his leg onto the motorcycle.

"Zhao Qiang, how is your place?" asked through the Bluetooth headset.

"I have got rid of the chase of the Rwandan government soldiers, and now I have returned to the old house. Dancing boy, what about you? Do you want me to meet you?" Zhao Qiang asked.

Because it had already been arranged to respond by hand, after detonating the buried bombs and blowing up the buildings on both sides of the road and blocking the chase of the Rwandan government forces, Zhao Qiang got rid of the chasing soldiers without any risk and now lies on the bed of the old house. , Yun Qian is preparing to operate on him, taking out the bullet stuck in his shoulder.

"Not for the time being! Alfonso will definitely do something. Be careful on your side. You can tell Zhai Qiang now! First, if there is news about Zhang Feng, notify me immediately."

After the choreographer finished speaking, he took off the Bluetooth headset and stuffed it into his pocket. Instead, he took out another wireless microphone and hung it on his ear, turned it on, and said in a low voice: "Mike, can you hear me?"

"No problem! Okay, give me instructions anytime!"

"Boom boom boom!" The engine roared agitatedly, and the black motorcycle hurried out from the warehouse like a sharp arrow.

A drone hovered above his head. The drone's 360-degree camera without dead angles fed back the captured images to the computer behind him in real time.

It was Mike who was sitting in front of the computer and staring at the screen. Mike was not staying in the old house at the moment.

Because the old house is too far away from the Rwandan government building, it has exceeded the remote control range of the drone.

Holding a remote control in your hand, you can control the speed and angle of the drone at any time to ensure that you can stay above the dancer.

The open sight provided by the high altitude allows Mike to know the situation of the dancer within one kilometer of the week at any time.

"Gigolo, turn left now! You will only encounter four chasing soldiers in this direction! After killing them, turn right at the third intersection!" Mike said through wireless microphone.

The dancer who received the order, without any hesitation, quickly turned left, and as expected, he was seeing four Rwandan government soldiers.

Facing the dancer who suddenly rushed out, they were also startled, and then shouted to shoot.

However, the dancer who had already grasped the situation, without any stunned, single-handed the pistol, decisively pulled the trigger, and fired!

The bullet exploded their heads accurately, and when they drove quickly to the third intersection and prepared to turn right as Mike said, Mike's voice sounded again: "Don't turn yet!"

"A team of chasing soldiers blocked the intersection! ... rushed into the house on your left, and then rushed out through the window!"

The choreographer looked to the left, and there was a bungalow. He immediately turned his head, increased the throttle, smashed the door, and rushed in.

Fortunately, there is no one in the room, otherwise it is very likely that the other party will be scared!

The front wheel smashed the car glass and rushed out like flying.

The violent roar caused the memory of a group of Rwandan government soldiers who just ran past. Looking back, he saw the back of the dancing man riding a motorcycle.

Shouting as he was about to shoot, he saw that the dancer didn't turn his head back. He threw two black grenades directly behind him, and flew toward them in the air.

The soldiers of the Rwandan government army, where there was still the thought of shooting, hurriedly hugged their heads and lay on the ground.

Two explosions sounded, splashing gray dust. When the soldiers got up from the ground, there were still dancing boys in their sight!

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Alfonso sat in the mayor's office, his face gloomy as if dripping water!

The chief consul of the U.S. consulate abroad has been sent to the hospital, and is still being rescued, life or death is uncertain! The US government's emergency helicopter is flying in, preparing for transfer. After all, the medical level of Rwanda hospitals is questionable.

Colonel Enoch, the highest military commander of the consulate abroad, was shot and shot to the head. Half of his head was lost and he died on the spot!

For the entire security team of the US consulate abroad, only the two personnel who protected the injured chief consul survived because of a blessing in disguise.

The other security personnel were all beaten to death in the elevator! None of the corpses are full!

A phone call from the US consulate abroad even called, ordering the Rwandan government not to dispose of the corpse, and must wait for their criminal investigators to arrive. So until now, the elevator in the government building is still in a state of shutdown, dripping with blood, and the scene of the corpse is still there!

Now, let’s not say that the matter of embracing the thigh of the US government is completely ruined. Now the US government wants him Alfonso must give an explanation on this matter!

Why would snipers sneak into government buildings? And the security that he strictly guards against, letting the opponent make such a breakthrough?

In the end, only two modified jeeps were captured. As for people, none of them survived!

"You said, who did this matter?" Alfonso looked at the secretary grimly.

The secretary's sweat has flowed down his forehead, but he dared not raise his hand to wipe it, and his legs were shaking like chaff!

He couldn't help but be afraid. Alfonso gave him the responsibility for security. As a result, he has an unshirkable responsibility for what happened now.

"Yes... It may be the Rwandan rebels... They don't want to see us cooperate with the US government, so they planned this attack." The secretary said shiveringly.

"Rebels? They are just a group of beasts with human figures but no brains. Can they come up with such a meticulous plan of assassination and put it into practice? Do you think the U.S. government can believe it?" Alfonso drooped his eyes. It seemed to refute the secretary's words, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

Gudong. The secretary's apple rolled and swallowed fiercely. Hearing what Alfonso said, he dared not answer, for fear that a word would offend Alfonso.

Alfonso's drooping eyelids slowly lifted, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The secretary's eyes widened, and his body shivered and backed away, "Mayor, don't...don't kill me...don't."

Alfonso grabbed the pistol on the table and pulled the trigger at the secretary who was begging for mercy. The bullet hit the secretary's chest. A blood flower bloomed and collapsed to the ground, but he did not die on the spot.

Seeing Alfonso carrying a pistol that was still smoking at the muzzle, and slowly walking towards him, the secretary opened his mouth wide and frothed with blood, begging vaguely for mercy: "Mayor, let... let go I... don't kill..."