Sitting in the driver's seat with his eyes slightly closed, and his face had obvious Mongolian blood characteristics, Harbala tapped his knees rhythmically with his fingers that were much longer than ordinary people. His ears also swayed gently with the rhythm of his fingers, as if he was a groundhog serving as a warning on the sand, listening to the sounds coming from the wind.

Next to Harbala, Gu Weisu, who was thin and dark as if he was indigenous to Africa, also narrowed his eyes with a serious face, stared at the black smoke pillars gradually rising from the sky in the distance, and murmured to himself: "From the posture... it should be the soldiers and ants who are all out?"

Having a long sigh, Harbala also opened his narrow eyes: "The AK series of guns and weapons, from the Romanian version of AK to the Russian-made AK74, are all. The M guns and weapons sound like old guys who have eliminated the version, and they often get stuck when fighting. Lee Enfield rifles and Mosinnagan rifles are also a few..."

There was no change in expression on his face, Gu Weisu raised his hand and pointed to the direction where the smoke pillar rose in the distance: "There are three sniper rifles, one of which should be the native SVD sniper rifles, and the other two should have been handmade magical modifications. I can't hear clearly what it is?"

Looking at the civilians on the street from the rearview mirror, as well as the gang members who were wielding machetes or crude pistols to rob, Harbara reached out and patted the steering wheel: "Let's go over and take a look?"

He thrust at the barricades that had been built on the street ahead, Gu Weisu shook his head gently: "The car can't get through! The soldiers and ants have invested a lot this time, and they have started to set up barriers from two kilometers straight away from the combat area! Get off the car and walk!"

Sighing regretfully, Harbala reluctantly reached out and touched the hand-polished steering wheel: "I finally modified a car, but it has not finished running the running-in mileage, so I have to be ruined again..."

A M1911 submachine pistol was drawn from the holster on his legs. Gu Weisu neatly removed the short magazine in the gun handle, bent down and found a drum with a handmade DIY style from under the seat: "At least the thing you modified was not ruined - the submachine pistol that the whole world thinks is not good at using, actually transformed into a powerful melee weapon. With this, you should also have a number one character in the ranking of the world's arms magic craftsmen?"

Just looking at the magic-revised M1911 submachine pistol in Gu Weisu's hand, Halbala suddenly felt spirited: "That's natural! Among the weapons and magic-revised craftsmen, few people may know my real name, but as long as the 'big engineering' is mentioned, I have to line up..."

Before he finished speaking, a crude .38-caliber revolver had already reached in from the car window beside Harbala and pushed hard on Harbala's temple. With the rude movement, a more rude voice had already sounded in Barbala's ear: "Money! Watch! Mobile phone! All the valuable ones... handed over!"

Keeping his body stiff, Halbala looked at the dirty and thin gang member from the rearview mirror, who was as thin as a stick of Chai He and sighed helplessly: "I don't know how long it has been maintained for this gun. There is a layer of rust on the hammer, and the limit-level bamboo shoots should be almost falling off. The trigger guard has long disappeared, and the barrel looks at least 5 degrees of twisting and deformation..."

Looking at Harbala leisurely, he looked at Harbala who was not nervous at all, Gu Weisu carefully lowered the muzzle of the assault pistol in his hand: "What do you mean is that this thing cannot be fired?"

Halbala nodded: "A 70% probability, this thing explodes when you pull the trigger. But at such a close distance, the broken pieces will also cause harm to you and me..."

Gu Weisu: "So?"

He leaned his head back like lightning. While avoiding the muzzle that was pressing against his temple, Harbala suddenly stretched out his hand. His slender fingers accurately pinched the hammer with obvious rust marks, and gently pulled the rusty hammer to the side, easily pulling the rusty hammer out of the gun body by one centimeter.

Almost at the moment after Harbala pulled the hammer, the gang members who were robbing the hammer had already pulled the trigger in shock. Seeing that the hammer had no sign of movement, the gang member completely ignored Gu Weisu, who had raised the gun to him. Instead, cursed loudly, while lowering his head and tidying up the 38-caliber revolver in his hand that would fall apart at any time.

Shaking his head helplessly and smiling bitterly, Harbara reached out and grabbed the handle inside the car door, and suddenly ran across his arms and knocked the door outward. With a muffled sound, the gang member who lowered his head to sort out the weapons in his hand was hit by the car door two meters away and fell to the ground with his back.

He jumped out of the car quickly. Harbala was 1.95 meters tall and the knotted muscles on his bare arms immediately made the gang members who were surrounding him after hearing the movement. Gu Weisu, who was holding a sprint pistol, showed his figure even more. Those gangsters who wanted to take advantage of the situation to rob the gangsters to rush towards Harbala.

During wars, gang members who are hiding in this city will use this obvious legal vacuum period to try their best to get the most benefits for themselves. However, in the process of reaping benefits, gang members will also try to avoid touching those hard nails, so as not to steal chickens and not lose rice.

After all, in this country where wars are frequent, there is never a shortage of opportunities to take advantage of the situation, but I only have one life...

Seeing the gang members gradually retreating, Halbala turned around and grabbed a clearly modified shotgun from the car, and carried a bulging magazine bag behind him: "Fortunately, the money we are going to send back to China today has been sent out, otherwise it would be a trouble again!"

He raised his hand and pointed to the black smoke column rising from a distance. Gu Weisu sighed and replied: "It is estimated that our money is over. Judging from the visual direction, the location where the smoke is now is the underground bank where we send money to the country!"

He instantly widened his eyes, and Harbala shouted, "Isn't it possible? That's the hard-earned money that our brothers have opened a restaurant for half a year, and each dish is fried with food!"

Sighing and shook his head, Gu Weisu looked bitterly smiling: "Now they all should have been flooded... We should have heard from the boss long ago. Even after saving too much money, we can find a way to cross the border and find a serious bank to remit money, which is better than using underground banks to remit money. If you can't make a fuss, it's like today's situation of losing all your money!"

Almost all the eyebrows stood up, and Harbala shouted in a hurry: "But didn't the family say that it was urgent to use it... How did I know that there would be such a situation today..."

Seeing Harbala being anxious and incoherent, Gu Weisu reached out and patted Harbala's sturdy back as rocky as: "Okay! It's useless to stand here and be anxious. Go back and ask what the boss means! Ha, are you walking?"

Although he was anxious and angry, when he was walking towards the alley that was around the roadblock, Harbala's face completely disappeared from the anxious and distressed look just now. He arched his waist slightly, and Harbala's hands were obviously modified according to the shotgun with twenty-four shotguns mounted on the underside of the gun, and he made a standard reconnaissance and search forward posture.

Behind Balhara, Gu Weisu followed Harbala's footsteps sideways, alerting the movement behind Harbala. Although the weight of the assault pistol equipped with drums is not easy for people to control the direction and stability of the muzzle, Gu Weisu, who looks thin and does not seem to have much strength, can always maintain the stable translation of the muzzle.

In a city where almost no one is in municipal management, the dilapidated alleys are dirty like a huge garbage dump. Various domestic waste and construction waste can be seen everywhere, and the rotten corpses of rodents emit a strong stench. From the shacks built with construction waste and plastic bags on both sides of the alleys, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes intermittent moans or curses of pain, sometimes intermittently, adding a bit of weird atmosphere to these dilapidated alleys.

Looking at the environment from the fork intersection of the alley, Balhalla turned around and looked at Gu Weisu who followed behind him: "I can't get past the front - the soldiers and ants have blocked the intersection."

He also looked at a Toyota pickup truck with a 50-caliber machine gun parked at the intersection not far away. Gu Weisu frowned slightly: "Take a detour?"

Halbala shook her head: "I can't get around it! The soldiers and ants have no other skills, and they have always played good in the sea of ​​people. According to their previous method of setting up the battle zone blockade line, the more they go towards the center of the war zone, the tighter the blockade will be. For the two of us... we can't rush back unless we get two tanks!"

Gu Weisu: "The fighting style of soldiers and ants is never ending. Even if we go back, the best result is to meet the brothers on the head and then come out with smoke and fire! But with our existing weapons and equipment... more ants bite the elephant to death, we can't do it!"

With his eyes wide open, Halbala shouted in a hurry: "Then you have to try it too?" Did you watch the head and the judge, Thunder King drowned by the soldiers and ants?!"

Squinted his eyes, Gu Weisu looked a little bit stunning: "Ha, you said the attack of the soldier ant... there was a record of being defeated in the past?"

After a moment of stammering, Halbala nodded quickly: "The soldiers and ants always fight with the wind. Once their attack mode that does not take human lives seriously fails, it means that they will exceed the critical point of their lives to lose their lives, or the battlefield commander is killed, they will be defeated faster than the speed of locusts gnawing on grass leaves - do you mean we have gone to fight the battlefield commander of the soldiers and ants?"

Gu Weisu: "Why, Master, you show your power and make a comeback to mark the critical point of loss of soldiers and ants?"

Halbala: "But how do we know where the battlefield commander of the soldier ant is?"

He pointed to the Toyota pickup truck parked not far away, and Gu Weisu looked at Harbala with a smile: "So you have to work hard, find someone from the soldier ant to help us lead the way?"

Blinking his eyes, Harbala instantly understood Gu Weisu's combat intention. He looked at the Toyota pickup truck parked not far away. Harbala calculated the distance between him and the Toyota pickup truck and frowned with some concern: "A straight-line impact distance of 120 meters, the effective range of the guy in my hand is up to fifty meters. In other words... I am a living target when the attack was launched at the beginning of the seventy meters. Even if the combat quality of the soldier ants is poor, I cannot survive the attack of a .50-caliber machine gun and more than a dozen AKs..."

He muttered to himself, and Harbala accidentally leaned his shoulder to the shack beside him. Perhaps because the shacks made of construction waste and plastic bags were not strong enough, Harbala just touched it gently, and a piece of asbestos tiles that built the shack had sunken down, causing a large gap of light and air leakage in the shack that had not seen the sun all year round.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and Harbala looked at Gu Weisu standing beside him: "There is a way! Old Gu, you stare at those soldiers and ants, look at me!"

After taking a few steps back, Harbala took a deep breath, raised the strange-style shotgun with both hands and protected him in front of him, like an angry bull, and rushed straight towards the shack in front of him. Behind Harbala, Gu Weisu also quickly followed Harbala's pace with the gun.

After too much sun and wind blowing, the construction waste that built the shack has long been decayed. Even if you stretch out your hand and push it gently, it may collapse. Under the fierce storm of Harbala, who had used all his strength, the adjacent shack was almost knocked out by Harbala into an extremely irregular corridor in the blink of an eye.

The series of screams of residents in the shack and the roar of collapse of construction waste instantly played a strange symphony in the dilapidated alley. Two soldiers and ant machine guns who were standing on Toyota pickup trucks to control the 50-caliber machine gun were attracted by the sudden sound, and quickly turned the gun muzzle, aiming at the shack that was full of smoke and dust due to the continuous collapse, and posing as a stance to block the shooting at any time.

Although he was rushing forward frantically, Halbala was silently calculating the impact distance in his heart. When he counted to have already rushed out of nearly eighty steps and at least a hundred meters, Halbala suddenly turned sideways and rushed straight from the shack to the streets of the alley. As soon as his feet stood firm, the shotgun in the middle of the hand of Halbala had already begun to spit out violent flames in the direction of the Toyota pickup truck!

At nearly thirty meters of shooting distance, the assault shotgun loaded in the shotgun, which was also modified by Harbala, formed a fan-shaped barrage the moment it left the muzzle, sweeping towards the target like a storm. When all the shotguns in the twenty-four rounds were shot out, at least half of the dozen soldiers and ants mercenaries who were originally blocking the alley had been sieve by dense shotguns.

He ran sideways back into the shack on the other side of the alley. Harbala, who was lying on the ground, flew past his body regardless of the bullets fired by the mercenaries who launched a counterattack. He skillfully removed the drum under the shotgun, and then took out another loaded drum from the bulging magazine backpack and stuffed it into the loading bayonet under the shotgun.

Pulling hard with force, the bolt that was too heavy for ordinary people, Halbala rolled a few times, squatted behind a piece of concrete that seemed barely solid, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Old Gu, do it!"

The unique gunshot of the assault pistol, like a woodpecker's long beak hitting a tree trunk, rang out when the roar of Harbala started. With the double-loading drum with a capacity of 90 rounds as a backing, the rate of fire of the assault pistol completely crushed the Romanian version of the AK automatic rifle in the hands of the soldier ants mercenaries in a short period of time. The strafing at close range ensures the shooting accuracy of the assault pistol to the maximum extent!

As the crowd was overturning, two soldier and ant machine gunners who were being taken care of by Gu Weisu were directly beaten to the ground from the rear compartment of the Toyota pickup truck. Several soldier and ant mercenaries who were moving their guns and pointing at Gu Weisu were also trembling all over by the bullets that had come first, and then collapsed into the blood splashing out of their bodies...

The time for the assault pistol was fired was extremely short. Although it had been modified by Harbala, after emptying a single double-loading drum, the barrel of the assault pistol still became extremely hot, even making it unbearable for Gu Weisu, who was holding the handle of the gun tightly. He raised his hand and threw away the rifle inside the barrel, which had been seriously damaged and almost became a waste. Gu Weisu quickly pulled out an ordinary-looking M1911 pistol from behind his waist, and pulled the trigger at a soldier mercenary who wanted to raise the gun to counterattack!

Feeling the sudden stop of bullets whizzing past his body, Harbala jumped up with agility that was absolutely not matched by his figure. After breaking through the two shacks again, Harbala stood in the alley with a dusty face, and shot out another series of shotgunstorms towards the Toyota pickup truck that had been stained with blood and flesh...

He moved his footsteps and slowly approached Harbala, who was bombarding with the gun. Gu Weisu stared at a soldier mercenary who was rolling and crawling toward another alley. He opened his voice and shouted at Harbala who was fighting happily: "Stop hitting it! You don't need that car?"

With a light relaxed finger, Halbala narrowed her eyes and looked at the Toyota pickup truck that was riddled with shotgun in the back, and replied indifferently: "Don't worry, I'm responsible!"

He reached out and pulled out a slightly snake-shaped dagger from the scabbard on the side of Balhara's legs. Gu Weisu turned his head and looked at Harbara: "Luck me the knife for use! Also... how long does it take to modify it?"

He raised his legs and was sieve towards the rear compartment, but the engine and tires were intact. Balhalla smiled confidently and said, "At most fifteen minutes! Are you busy with your trip - be careful, the other party will have at least three snipers, but if it is not a good cause, or three sniper teams?"
Chapter completed!