Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
PrevPage Index    Favorite NextPage

Chapter 485, Of course, thank him!(2/3)

Everyone shook their heads.

He is a Japanese killer. But his specific identity is unknown.

It is impossible for the Japanese killer to leave any marks on his body. He can only be initially judged to be a veteran.

It was inferred that a Japanese veteran of this level was definitely a sharpshooter. If he were allowed to strike first, one of them would definitely be killed.

The reality is so cruel.

Strike first and be defeated later. There is almost no chance of recovery.

Zhang Yong looked at it condescendingly.

Didn't pay much attention to it.

He is not afraid of these sporadic Japanese killers now.

As long as he shows up, it's his thing.

He can't handle it alone. But with a few people, he can handle it easily.

Routines.

First use a grenade to force the opponent away, then shoot him with a rifle.

What was the name of the Japanese invader before? He was the one who came with a grenade on his back. The other party was probably trying similar tactics.

As a result, the Japanese invaders' tactics did not take shape, but Zhang Yong missed it.

He, Zhang Yong, promoted this tactic widely.

The grenades fired randomly.

Killed by rifle.

Hide the body quickly and evacuate.

Of course, the Type 44 rifle must be taken away, as well as the bullets.

Return to the vicinity of the Bamboo Garden.

At this time, gunshots were heard inside and outside the Zhuyuan.

There were gunshots like exploding beans inside. It was impossible to tell who was hitting whom. But the number 1 mark was always there.

It seems that this Cheporov is indeed very powerful in combat. He was attacked from both inside and outside by Wang Zhulin's men and the Blue Dragon Society at the same time, but he is still alive. He seems to be able to move freely?

Judging from his movement trajectory, the entire Bamboo Garden seems to be his battlefield.

From east to west, from south to north. I don't know whether he moved voluntarily or was forced to move. But the mark is always there. It shows that his life is very hard.

The Blue Dragon Society killer who later joined the battlefield also had five little red dots.

There are also a few small red dots among Wang Zhulin's men. It seems that they have not been eliminated. I don't know what happened.

"Pa bang bang..."

"Da da da……"

The gunfire was fierce, but few people died.

What is this doing?

Are you trying to learn from African black uncles in fighting? Hold your weapons high above your head, shoot out all the bullets and get off work?

unusual……

It is very quiet around the bamboo garden.

It is estimated that everyone is hiding in the house and afraid to come out.

This is also the reason why many people choose to move away.

In the middle of the night, there are constant gunshots. Who is not afraid?

However, in this chaotic era, if you want to move, where can you move?

If you don't have enough financial strength, you won't be able to make a living after leaving Tianjin Wei. You will become a refugee. If you drag your family with you and become a beggar, you will soon starve to death.

Therefore, although it is chaotic outside, not many people can actually leave.

The situation has not yet developed to the point where we need to flee.

As for whether he will be hit by a stray bullet, it is really impossible to estimate. I can only pray for God's blessing.

"Captain, do we want to attack?"

"No!"

Zhang Yong shook his head.

It was so chaotic inside. Bullets were flying everywhere.

If they join the battlefield, there is no way to control three waves of people at the same time.

They might be jointly attacked by the other party.

Zhang Yong has indeed been too hated recently. He is full of hatred. If the other party knows that it is him, they will definitely put aside their hatred temporarily and unite first to take Zhang Yong's head.

careful.

Caution is the boat……

Suddenly, the map showed that someone came out of the side gate of Zhuyuan.

Zhang Yong raised his telescope.

I saw two white Russian guys coming out carrying large and small bags.

There seemed to be other White Russians covering the back. But after opening the side door, I found that there was no ambush outside, so I retreated again.

The remaining two White Russians hurriedly carried large and small bags, trying to cross the street quickly.

What are they going to do? Zhang Yong secretly wondered. Then he ordered an interception. There was no chance inside. You came out and were alone. Can I kill you?

Wu Liuqi led people up.

Zhang Yong waved his hand towards Yan Ruzi. Yan Ruzi followed to watch the fun.

Soon after, a low scream seemed to be heard from there. Then it became quiet. It was as if nothing had happened.

The map shows that the two White Russians have disappeared and died.

It must have been killed.

Wu Liuqi fully understood his intention and took action without leaving any survivors.

"nice one!"

"nice one!"

After a while, I saw Yan Ruzi coming back excitedly.

The woman's cheeks looked red in the dark.

Exciting.

So excited.

Zhang Yong knowingly asked: "What's the matter?"

Yan Ruzi replied excitedly: "Jin..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

on purpose.

Just don't let her scream in excitement.

Of course Zhang Yong knew what was inside. Cheporov must have asked someone to take the belongings and leave first.

Inside the large and small bags were Wang Zhulin's belongings.

Gold bars, banknotes, etc.

There may also be gems, pearls, jade, etc.

No wonder Yan Ruzi is so excited.

So there are two big bags and several small bags. How much wealth must be in them!

She is not someone who has never seen money. She is still so excited. This shows that the value of the property is at least hundreds of thousands of dollars.

However, Zhang Yong was not excited at all.

because……

His personal space is full.

Really. They have been filled with all kinds of goods and ammunition.

I want to clean it up. It seems I can’t bear to do any of it.

Gold bars? Do you want them? Throw away a few? It would be better to kill him.
To be continued...
PrevPage Index    Favorite NextPage