The Special Forces King In The Mountain Village

bang bang bang!

A burst of gunfire rang out, and sparks erupted from the iron bucket behind Ye Qiu. He quickly shrank his head and cursed, "You're looking for death!"

The next moment, he stood up directly under the incredulous eyes of Yang Wei and Lu Xiaoguang, and jumped out facing the gunfire.

"Damn, crazy! Crazy!"

Lu Xiaoguang was dumbfounded, and when he came back to his senses, he muttered in his mouth that he thought Ye Qiu could save him, but he went crazy and rushed out!

This is not courting death, what else can you do?

"Chief, come back quickly!"

Yang Wei was full of anxiety, and shouted, just about to poke his head out to check the situation, when a bullet flew over his head with a bang, scaring him back, he could only pray that Ye Qiu was okay.

"Damn, come out a fool."

The truck driver was staring at the surroundings with a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw Ye Qiu jumping out from behind and walking towards them, he was immediately shocked.

After recovering, he murmured: "I've seen someone who asked for money but didn't want to die, but I haven't seen someone who came to die...Kill him."

"clear."

Someone next to him responded, and raised his hand to shoot at Ye Qiu. Just when he thought Ye Qiu was about to be shot, he suddenly saw the other person turned his body slightly, and immediately dodged.

"Damn, this kid is so lucky?"

The man said something in surprise, just as he was about to shoot, he heard a bang, and then he felt his head swell, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness again.

The truck driver stood beside him, his face was spattered with blood, and he cursed: "Fuck, this guy is a bit capable, shoot and kill him!"

After speaking, he raised his hand to shoot, and the bullets spit towards Ye Qiu desperately.

Others also raised their hands to shoot at Ye Qiu.

"A bunch of rubbish..." Ye Qiu grinned and said something disdainful. He jumped forward and hid directly inside the firepower net. In the opponent's head.

Plop, plop.

The three of them fell down immediately, their expressions were all dazed, and they didn't know how they died.

"Dajun, Xiaohao, whistle!"

The truck driver saw a few people falling down, his eyes turned red, he roared angrily, raised his hand, and a shuttle bullet hit them.

Ye Qiu directly made a rolling evasive movement to the side, dodging the swarm of bullets, and then shot twice with his backhand, the bullets missed nothing, and two more blood holes appeared in the heads of two people, and blood flowed out gurglingly. Then the two fell down reluctantly.

"Oh shit!"

A man in black yelled, aimed at Ye Qiu and fired wildly. The muzzle of the MP5 poured out endless roars, and the bullets whizzed like they were going to tear Ye Qiu apart.

But none of the bullets could hit Ye Qiu, and the movements in their hands couldn't keep up with Ye Qiu's movements at all. He seemed like a fish in water in the hail of bullets, walking leisurely.

"Fuck, lunatic, fucking lunatic!"

The faces of the few remaining people turned pale, and even the truck driver had a look of fear on his face. With the micro punch in their hands, none of them could kill anyone!

That person seemed to have eyes all over his body, no matter which direction the bullets came from, he could easily avoid them!

It was as if there was a divine prediction!

bang bang bang!

Ye Qiu rolled and hid behind a concrete platform. The bullets roared in, smashing the concrete platform to pieces and flying debris.

When the shuttle bullet passed by, he slammed towards a low wall in the distance, and at the same time raised his hand and aimed his gun at the truck driver.

This soil gun imitates a 54 pistol, and the magazine capacity should have 8 rounds, which is the last bullet.

Ye Qiu pressed the trigger, but was dumbfounded. There was no gunfire, and he could only continue to roll over, first shrinking behind the low wall to hide for a while.

"It won't get stuck again, right?" Ye Qiu said dejectedly, pulled out the magazine to have a look, and almost jumped to curse.

"Damn it, profiteer, it must be a profiteer! If you imitate 54, you can imitate it a little bit. The capacity of the fucking 8-round magazine is only 7 rounds. If it weren't for my good skills, I would have died a long time ago!"

Ye Qiu was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. After thinking about it, he whistled.

"Chief!"

Yang Wei poked his head out from behind, first looked at the tragic scene in horror, and then looked at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu gestured at him.

Yang Wei nodded hastily, then retracted his head, crawled to the side of the two people who died at the beginning, picked up the two micro-chargers, then poked his head out to look, shook his head vigorously, and threw a gun It reached Ye Qiu's feet.

With a bang, the gun fell to the ground and went off. The bullet scraped Ye Qiu's butt and hit the cement platform, making Ye Qiu tremble.

"I was not beaten to death by others, but I was almost beaten to death by you."

Ye Qiu stared at Yang Wei angrily, but Yang Wei shrank his head as if he didn't see anything.

"Garbage, why don't you shoot? Are you so scared that you peed in your pants?"

Ye Qiu didn't care, and shouted loudly, then picked up the micro-punch and looked at it. When he saw the mark on the gun body, his face was a little ugly.

The MP5 is produced by a German military factory. It is famous for being equipped with armies and security companies in many countries. It has extremely low recoil and is easy to use.

But the countries equipped with these weapons do not include Huaxia, that is to say, the weapons come in through smuggling channels.

However, the specifications of this weapon are somewhat different from the regular MP5, and the muzzle is longer than the regular one, so it is likely to be an imitation of a domestic military factory.

"domestic?"

Ye Qiu thought for a while and then directly denied it. The domestic imitation MP5 is not of this specification. The muzzle is shorter and the weight is much lighter than this.

He looked at the serial number of this imitation MP again, and raised his eyebrows: "The imitation of this model was discontinued in China a few years ago, and as far as I know, this imitation MP5 is still being produced, then Only... Toyo Heavy Industries!"

A cold light flashed in Ye Qiu's eyes, he didn't expect such an interesting thing to be involved in just a drug transfer.

Decades have passed, can't they sit still?

the other side.

The truck driver was in a cold sweat. When Ye Qiu pointed his gun at him just now, he already felt the breath of death, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't shoot.

What is this?

Is this mocking him?

The truck driver was furious. He blamed Ye Qiu wrongly. It wasn't that Ye Qiu didn't want to shoot, but that the profiteers made by Huaxia went too far, and even reduced the magazine capacity by one round.

But after calming down, a fear rose in his heart. This person was too strong. If they continued to stay, the remaining few people would definitely be killed.

"Brother, what should we do?" Someone asked with a pale face.

"Take cover!" the truck driver gritted his teeth, and several people hurriedly hid behind the truck.

"Brother, is this guy a human or a ghost?" One guy said with lingering fear.

"How do I know?" The truck driver cursed in a low voice, and looked at his manpower, and there were only three people left.