The first sharp gunshot really caught the guards who were conducting cross-patial patrol off guard. The guards who were walking in the front did not make any evasion at all, and had already fallen to the ground and then fell down on their backs. The blood quickly oozed out from the bullet holes as thick as fingers at the center of their eyebrows, and instantly rendered an irregular red pattern on the dirty street.

Without any hesitation, several guards who were already maintaining the reconnaissance and marching quickly leaned on the walls beside the street. The automatic rifles in the hands of two guards quickly pointed in the direction of the bullets, and the automatic rifles in the hands of four or five guards also pointed in different directions, forming a loose arc-shaped defense circle based on the solid walls.

Almost all the guards formed an arc-shaped defense circle with the wall, a guards in the middle of the guards had already grabbed the walkie-phone hanging on their shoulders and shouted at the walkie-phone: "Attacked! a Patrol team was attacked! Determined the attacker as a sniper..."

Before the alarm personnel could finish their voices, a figure flashed from the corner of the street not far away. According to the gun, two short-point shots were shot at the guard personnel who had formed a semi-arc defensive circle. Perhaps because of the hasty shooting, the two short-point shots did not cause any warning to any of the guard personnel, but the cement residue on the solid wall was splashed in all directions.

Out of the instinct formed by long-term combat, and because he had long been tense of his nerves and was ready to deal with the sudden attack at any time, almost all the guards pointed the gun at the attacker who had shown his figure in the corner of the wall at the first time, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Amid the gunshots, the attacker who showed his figure from the corner of the wall retracted like a ghost, avoiding the rain of bullets that were coming to his face just in a good way. But while the attacker retracted, a smoke bomb also rolled out slowly from the corner of the wall, making a low explosion.

The thick smoke, like the sea waves at high tide, rolled up the street and rushed towards the face, and in the blink of an eye, enveloped the entire street in a thick smoke. The originally clear visibility was reduced to an outrageous level in an instant.

He quickly hunched over, and all the guards moved their positions without any hesitation at the same time, guarding against opponents who might have taken advantage of the smoke and smoke. While moving their bodies to move their positions, one of the guards threw an offensive grenade towards the corner of the street to block the possible attackers!

The air waves formed by the explosion finally blew away a little of the thick smoke. Seeing the sudden thin smoke, the attacker could not be seen in the smoke, and the screams of the attacker injured by the bomb were not heard in his ears. The commander among the guards who had changed their combat positions shouted in a low voice: "Get out of the investigation forward-- don't fight head-on, withdraw quickly after contact!"

As he finished speaking, two guards were already leaning on the solid walls and alternately covering the corners. When he was about to turn around the corner, one of the guards threw another offensive grenade to the other side of the corner. Then, with the explosion, he rushed out of the corners and still squatted down on the solid walls.

After the explosion, the street seemed particularly quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed unusually clear. After watching the two companions rushing across the street corner, there was no fire with the enemy. The guards who served as the commander of the patrol could not help but reach out and press the walkie-phone button he carried with him: "What did you see?"

Obviously, he was trying to search for the opponent's traces from the smoke. The two armed personnel who had turned the corner did not return immediately. It was not until the commander, the police officer E, asked again that a little puzzled response came from the intercom: "I didn't see anyone, but... it seemed that something was moving in the smoke? I'll get closer and take a look..."

Before he finished speaking, the mute gunshot of the m60 machine gun with obvious characteristics had already resounded throughout the street. Judging from the rhythm of the gunshots, it was obvious that a well-trained machine gunner was controlling the m60 machine gun. All the shots were made by the infantry, which made the infantry's legs weak and the short shots alternately!

There was no scream, nor did there be another response. The bloody smell mixed with the smoke drifted with the wind already explained what the two guards who had taken the investigation and search had ended!

Without even having to move the position again, the guards who served as the commander of the patrol yelled at the walkie-talkie: "A Patrol was ambushed! The other party had snipers and machine guns, so we retreated!"

Almost as the commander of the patrol team was screaming to report the situation, other patrol teams were heard one after another in panic or frightened roars from the walkie-phone: "B Patrol team was ambushed, we were trapped! Save us, we were trapped!"

"C Patrol was attacked! The fire was exchanged...We were exchanging fire! The enemy cast smoke bombs, and we couldn't rush over, so we could only maintain the exchange of fire!"

"I'm Tucsonka, I'm the only one left... e-pattern is over, I'm the only one left... I can't see anything..."

"Thurt! We encountered Tiger, a large number of Tiger... We only had three people left! Lubesson was seriously injured, and everyone else fell!"

"Safe house, don't send people out! They have planned ambush, don't fall into their trap!"

"Fuck you...save me! I don't want to die in this dirty street. I want to go home! Save me..."

In the messy communication, more and more smoke bombs exploded on the roads surrounding the safe houses. Thick red or yellow and white smoke formed a huge cloud of colors in just a few minutes, completely covering the streets and buildings. In this cloud of colors, screams and gunshots were endless. The sound of thunder explosions sometimes added a bit of a treacherous sense of intimidation to this cloud of colors.

Scanning a fan toward the figure vaguely visible in the clouds, Bao Lei started the infrared sighting guidance device on the last m-134 machine gun with satisfaction, and then turned around and rushed towards the large truck not far away.

He reached out and held Pan Guan who jumped into the carriage with a quick step. Tang Guoming looked at Harbala who was running towards the truck, and reached out and patted the wall between the cab and the carriage with great force: "Lei Gong, let's go and pick up the liver. Notify Fu Xiaofei that we will start evacuation in fifteen minutes!"
Chapter completed!