Alang pursed his lips tightly.

Uncle Hai's eyes showed a bit of pleading: "Alang..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Lang suddenly took out his pistol, pointed it at Uncle Hai's heart and shot three times.

Uncle Hai's men were shocked, "Uncle Hai, Uncle Hai!"

Someone rushed up regardless, and then a gunshot rang out and the person was gone.

After a few times, the warehouse became quiet again.

Everyone was as silent as silkworms under the gun, but even if they did not dare to move, they still stared at Zhang Lang with extremely hateful eyes.

Traitors are always more hated than enemies.

Zhang Lang didn't move. He stood quietly, staring at Uncle Hai's body.

His mind went blank, and even his hands were trembling slightly.

He never thought he would kill Uncle Hai, but he had to fire the gun today, otherwise there would be one more corpse on the ground than his.

He also suddenly understood why Johnny Wang spent a lot of money to recruit people from Uncle Hai. The information was only one aspect, and the more important thing was to push them out and use them as targets.

After all, Uncle Hai has been running a firearms group all his life. It is impossible for his business to be so big without some background.

Johnny is a fellow traveler, and he knows the background of the arms dealer better, and he will not naively think that he can kill all Uncle Hai's men by just killing the people present.

This is almost impossible.

But as long as he spreads today's news and lets everyone know that it was Zhang Lang who killed Uncle Hai, then even if Uncle Hai's people show up, their first choice will be to seek revenge on the traitor.

Johnny Wang only needs to keep an eye on Zhang Lang and surround him for reinforcements, and he can clean up Uncle Hai's dead but not stiff manpower bit by bit.

But he understood it too late. Unfortunately, he was an undercover agent and had to follow the orders of his superiors.

Zhang Lang took a deep breath, said the pistol and turned to leave.

Everyone stared at his movements, watching him leave beside Johnny.

The corners of Johnny's lips raised slightly, and he said intentionally or unintentionally: "How should we deal with these guys? Should we let them go?"

Zhang Lang didn't say a word. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly grabbed the leather-clad man's M14, turned around and pulled the trigger.

Bullets sprayed out in thin sheets, and with horizontal sweeps, the remaining twenty or so people were killed almost instantly.

Seeing the fire splashing and listening to the screams rising and falling in his ears, Johnny Wang burst out laughing.

At this moment, several smoke bombs were suddenly thrown down from the ceiling, and the smoke exploded, instantly covering the entire warehouse.

Then a heavily armed figure descended from the sky, with one hand holding the halyard damper and the other hand holding a micro-charge, and fired at the previously memorized position.

The scene immediately exploded.

A group of people panicked, either running away or shooting back. Bullets kept jumping in the warehouse. When sparks flew out, something was ignited. The warehouse exploded one after another.

A few unlucky guys stepped on the bomb box, and before they even had time to scream, they were blown to pieces.

Johnny was the fastest runner. When he realized something was wrong, he ran back to the convertible, put the reverse gear on, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out the same way.

Inspired, the other boys also ran outside.

However, the visitor was hiding on the ceiling early. Yuan Haoyun, who had watched the whole scene from beginning to end, suffered a loss at Yunlai Tea House last time. He had been holding back his anger. Today, he had a rare opportunity to vent his anger. Naturally, he had to vent his anger.

Kill special kill.

The smoke also hindered his sight, but whether he was calculating mentally or not, it wasn't a big problem.

During the machine gun fire, I don't know how many people threw themselves on the street.

Occasionally someone would think of firing back, but the bullet would go nowhere.

Like a god of war, Yuan Haoyun stood on the spot and fired. The explosions kept ringing, but he was not injured at all.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and Yuan Haoyun turned his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, someone kicked him off his hand.

Yuan Haoyun turned around, dodged the opponent's series of attacks, put his hand behind his waist, and found a python revolver in his hand.

He did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and the bullet hit the weapon and ammunition box behind the figure, causing a fatal explosion.

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The explosion was so powerful that a large area of ​​smoke was cleared.

Then there was a flash of fire, and Yuan Haoyun immediately recognized that the person in front of him was Zhang Lang. He was overjoyed and shot without mercy.

After all, Zhang Lang was a killer and was very skilled. After dodging several times, he decisively drew his gun and fought back.

The two of them go back and forth, and time makes it difficult to tell the winner.

At the same time, outside the factory, Shabiao and others were sitting in a black sub, observing the situation at the factory through the car window, while trying out weapons.

From a distance, I saw a convertible car rushing out like crazy.

"finally come!"
Chapter completed!