Chapter 151: Thrilling (2)

The kitchens all over the world are a dangerous place, with sharp knives hanging on the brackets, filled with various flammable and explosive oils and gases. Staying here is no different from sitting on a big bomb. Fortunately, the kitchen door of the Viagra Hotel is a sliding steel door. Mr. Jin left only a small gap in the door and shot back a few times from the gap, so that the opponent was always at a distance from the door. He dared to pour over with a submachine gun bullet in the distance. The inside of the steel door was bulging, and the entire door was shaking and probably couldn't last long.

Yang Xing saw Wu Gangqiang find several large empty wine bottles and a large jar of gasoline in the kitchen. While filling the wine bottles with gasoline, he looked around for something. He leaned over and asked, "What are you looking for?" Wu Gangqiang whispered: "Mr. Jin wants to make a 'Molotov cocktail', let's find some sugar and natural rubber."

Yang Xing said oh. He once read the Internet that "Molotov cocktail" is not a kind of wine, but a nickname for homemade incendiary bombs. It is made of daily necessities around him, and it is amazingly powerful. It is really a must-have item for home travel and killing people and robbing goods. It was the first time I heard that the ingredients in it also include sugar and natural rubber.

At this time, Mr. Jin felt that the offensive outside the door was weakened and he ordered worriedly: "They may have to copy the way from the kitchen. I can't separate myself. You can prepare the bottle and throw it outside when you hear the movement."

Mr. Jin has rich practical experience and the kitchen has a back door leading to the back alley. Just now, Mr. Jin pointed out that the other party was a retired Russian airborne, and he would definitely block the surrounding area. They only have Mr. Jin's gun. The enemy is a huge enemy and we are insignificant. The possibility of a hero rushing out of the encirclement alone is zero, so they have no idea of ​​slipping away from the back door.

However, Mr. Jin was very good at shooting. The other party failed to make a breakthrough from the front of the kitchen several times, so of course he planned to circumvent the back. Yang Xing and Wu Gangqiang ran to the back door of the kitchen and looked out, and saw a few stubborn and sturdy foreigners holding AKS-74U submachine guns and carefully encircled from both sides of the back alley.

Wu Gangqiang picked up the can with a little gasoline left, poked several holes in the shell with a sharp kitchen knife, and swung it outwards, and the gasoline can rolled along the corner of the alley. Several big men looked around nervously when they heard the sound. It was already four o'clock in the morning and the darkest time of socializing in the morning and evening. They didn't see clearly that the gasoline can rolled past their feet, and continued to move forward without finding any other abnormalities.

Wu Gangqiang handed Yang Xing a bottle of "Molotov cocktail" and lit the oil cloth at the mouth of the bottle. "Mr. Yang, throw it in the direction of my gasoline can. Don't worry about it, keep it so that they can't eat it." After saying that, he also picked up a bottle and lit it, and counted silently: "One, two, three!"

The two of them stood up suddenly and threw the "Molotov cocktail" in their hands into each side of the alley. In the dark, two bright fire bottles drew a bright arc. The bottle in Yang Xing's hand was broken directly on the wall beside the gunman, and Wu Gangqiang's flew directly to the head of a gunman.

The "Molotov cocktail" broken on the wall turned into a line of fire, spreading from the wall to the ground. Although it did not hurt people directly, it lit the gasoline that had just been thrown out by Wu Gangqiang and spilled everywhere in the gasoline tank. With a bang, one side of the alley turned into a sea of ​​fire. Several unexpected gunmen suddenly realized that they were surrounded by flames.

The "Molotov cocktail" that flew over the gunman was shot by the alert gunman, but the gasoline bottle mixed with natural rubber and other things was particularly sticky and it was even better to explode and burn in a scattered manner than to hit him directly. The gunman was covered with flames and could not be extinguished no matter how he slapped it, and suddenly became a "fireman". Even the accomplices who wanted to help were ignited and cursed and retreated one after another. Yang Xing and the others were excited to throw out the remaining moor bottles, and the entire back alley immediately became a burning purgatory.

The ignited gunman was twitching all over, and his fingers that held AK's trigger were out of control. The out-of-control bullets were raging in the back alleys, regardless of the enemy. Yang Xing and the others quickly lowered their bodies, and Wu Gangqiang threw a few sharp knives at the figure in the sea of ​​fire to make them completely quiet. Yang Xing covered his heart that was beating violently, smelled the burning smell of flesh and the smell of gasoline in the air, and wanted to vomit. He retching for a few times and finally realized that he had killed someone with his own hands.

Before they could feel sad, they heard Mr. Jin's twisted voice shouting, "AKS-74 is hung with GP-25 grenade launcher. These guys are crazy. Do you want to fight a world war? Run!" As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged Yang Xing and rolled into the metal case table in the kitchen. Wu Gangqiang jumped to a huge kitchen oven.

With a loud "boom", Yang Xing felt the sky collapse and the earth cracked, and all the sounds outside his body mixed together. He was surprised to find that the steel kitchen door that had faithfully protected them for a long time was flying in the air. A wave of air turned all the dishes in the kitchen into ceramic fragments, and the metal utensils were pressed down. The oven that Wu Gangqiang was avoiding was poured down directly, and Wu Gangqiang didn't know whether he lived or died.

Yang Xing and Mr. Jin hid under the metal chopping board. Although there were metal shields, the debris dispersed by the explosion shock wave could not be slower than bullets, and there were still many parts of the two of them cut. Yang Xing admired that he had noticed that the "Mr. Jin" pressing on him was not heavy, and his chest was still a little soft.

The two of them were rubbing their ears, and he also saw that "Mr. Jin"'s face was painted with makeup oils for performing on stage, and traces of flesh-colored film covering the streets of "Mr. Jin"'s eyes and temples were covered with flesh-colored films. The tip of his nose was also surrounded by a body fragrance that looked like Chanel perfume. "Mr. Jin" was actually a woman? Yang Xing couldn't help but question.

But now there is no time to dig into the story behind this "Mulan". After the grenade "he" said, exploded, the scene was in a mess, and the kitchen was filled with flour and smoke. However, the three of them knew that the defense line had been broken, and the gunmen were about to attack.

Yang Xing and the others quickly crawled out in a dirt face, and the oven was suddenly pushed away by Wu Gangqiang. It was obvious that he had used the skills of Tieshanlu, but the price was also obvious. The white cloth wrapped around his shoulders and blood was leaking out.

"Mr. Jin" with a embarrassed look on his face gritted his teeth and said, "It's so too much. I want to kill me all the time. Don't give you some colors. Do you really think Russian paratroopers are invincible in the world?" He pried open a warning sign next to the oven, revealing several large pots inlaid with red Liquidnitrogen English in the wall. He sneered coldly: "You Siberian wolf cubs, are you afraid of the low temperature of minus 196?"

Yang Xing stared at the chemical sign of N2 on the jar and asked in a trembling voice: "Liquid nitrogen?" Mr. Jin uncovered the only large freezer in the kitchen that was kept intact, took out all the things inside, and squeezed in with Yang Xing and Wu Gangqiang before explaining: "Now there is a fire in the back door and they are in the front door. We can be said to be at the end of the road, and if you want to live, you have to fight."

"I will detonate the gas first, and then let the nitrogen tank explode, giving them a double ice and fire. When liquid nitrogen gasification, it will reduce the amount of oxygen in the air, which can not only eliminate the fire after the gas explosion but also cause large-scale suffocation. Remember to hold back the air later." He said while putting the remaining bottle of "Molotov cocktail" in the middle of the liquid nitrogen tank, cutting the gas pipe and turning off the oven's power timing switch, and then firmly holding the top cover of the freezer.

In the darkness, Yang Xing felt nervously that his heartbeat was like thunder. When he heard someone outside carefully coming in, he occasionally made a sound of ceramic pieces breaking on the soles of his shoes. In order to divert his attention, he asked "Mr. Jin" in a low voice: "Would I call you a sir or a lady?" "Mr. Jin" shook his shoulders, "You better pray that this freezer is strong enough. It doesn't matter whether I am a man or a woman."

Suddenly everyone present heard a "kha" sound of the timer coming to the point. The gunmen were also responsive, with a Russian sentence: "Gas! Leave down!" A loud bang annihilated their shouts, and Yang Xing felt that the freezer was suddenly pushed aside.

Then I heard someone shouting, "There are also incendiary bombs, put out the fire quickly!" After a burst of rapid footsteps, someone shouted in anger: "No, there are still..."

Even in the darkness, Yang Xing seemed to see the sad expression on "Mr. Jin". When the liquid nitrogen tank exploded, there was no vibration like the gas explosion, but it was filled with the hissing sound of liquid nitrogen gasification. The three of them tried their best to hold their breath. Although they couldn't see it, the coldness of the freezer with good insulation performance was heard from the walls of the freezer with good thermal insulation performance. They were trembling. If they were sprayed directly on liquid nitrogen outside, they might turn into an ice sculpture, right?

A minute later, everyone couldn't hold it in. "Mr. Jin" kicked the freezer lid that was frozen into pieces and crawled out to be on guard. Yang Xing finally came out and saw that the kitchen was like a world of ice and snow. Several gunmen who were still struggling scratched their throats in pain, as if someone had taken away the air they were breathing.

There were two lifelike human statues facing the direction of the explosion of the liquid nitrogen tank. Yang Xing accidentally touched one of them, and the statue fell to the ground and turned into debris on the ground. Yang Xing looked at the human tissue in the debris, and felt a chill and swore that he would never touch liquid nitrogen food in the future.

"Mr. Jin" checked the AKS-74 submachine gun with a GP-25 grenade launcher on the ground, and pulled the bolt and smiled with satisfaction. Soviet weapons are famous for their durability and durability, and they can still be used in such a low-temperature environment.

Its original owner was still lying aside and breathing hard, looking at "Mr. Jin" with a hint of fear. After all, they were fully armed and were defeated by the thin man in front of them with just one pistol, which was completely beyond their imagination!

"Mr. Jin" looked at him and sighed: "Everyone is their own master, I hope you can understand what I do!" The AKS-74 submachine gun in his hand sprayed a deadly bullet.

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