Chapter 833 Not enough

Chapter 858

(Chapter 2)

Three young people fought side by side. Over the years, the relationship has not only not become weak, but has become more and more intense, middle-aged soldiers started to act that night. Chen Fugui's purpose is very obvious, pointing directly to the Black Rose troops. The leader Peng Liren is a key figure of the Mafia. In fact, the government does not know less about this little godfather than Chen Ping. The information that Jiang Qingdi transferred with his personal connections was also completely digested by the three of them in a few hours. The biggest blow to the Italian mafia's ace organization, Black Rose, is the most important goal tonight. As for the little godfather, he will stay and hand it over to Chen Ping in the future.

This little godfather, who has been suppressing several competitors for several years, is in. No matter how serious the Mafia's losses are, or how angry the upper class of the Mafia is, he has to send a large number of elite troops to provide assistance to Penglierion. When he is away, he can destroy as much as he wants. However, when there are many enemies and we are few, the opponent may use all factors to slowly consume the foundation behind him, which is another huge disadvantage. But in this situation, the conceited Penglierion obviously does not realize this. Please read the book as soon as possible.

At 11:30 at night, an ordinary Santana without any red card drove out of the Beijing Military Region. The shabby appearance of Poussan was equipped with the most advanced positioning system, camouflage equipment, bulletproof glass, and even a few subtle places. All of them were mainly practical. The shots of rockets popping from all positions of the car in science fiction movies are obviously not realistic, but installing some destructive gadgets is obviously not difficult for the military. This Poussan is not the most advanced thing.

The three of them had a clear division of labor. Lin Juxiong drove, Chen Fugui sat in the back row, closed his eyes to rest. Jiang Qingdi, who was sitting in the back row, was full of energy. He was not as nervous as before the battle. Instead, he was excited and fiddling with a sniper rifle, calibrating the scope, and installing a silencer. The whole movement was smooth and there was no awkwardness. He fought long-distance combat. For example, when a deterrent weapon like a sniper rifle is needed, it was definitely the time when Jiang Qingdi could play the most. It was not that he was the best in the world with his gunshot skills, but that this guy seemed to have a natural sensitivity to war, and could always pull the trigger at the most appropriate time, indirectly or directly affect the entire battle situation. What Chen Fugui needed was the best partner who could help him relieve pressure when he rushed forward bravely.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Lin Juxiong, who did not say a word, parked the vehicle near the villa where the target was hiding, about 200 meters away. The three of them got out together. In the night, even if no one spoke, they cooperated with each other with an extremely tacit understanding. Jiang Qingdi first observed the terrain and then found all commanding heights that could be shot from multiple angles. His mission was not to charge forward in front. In Jiang Qingdi's mind, this feat that just looks exciting can only be done by big guys like Fugui Ge and Lin Juxiong. He only needs to play the role of a poisonous snake in the dark. Is it enough to reveal the poisonous fangs and have a deterrent effect?

Chen Fugui leaned over slightly, his huge body moved quickly, but there was no sound, and he quickly approached the villa. Lin Juxiong followed closely, his face as usual, but his eyes were full of coldness. Whether it was him, Jiang Qingdi, or Chen Fugui, they would not cause too much trouble even if they were in trouble afterwards. It was related to the senior leaders of the two major military regions, and no one dared to question anything casually. Since this is the case, Lin Juxiong had no reason not to accompany Fugui, who was as powerful as a god in his mind, to go crazy once and kill the unscrupulous foreigners on Chinese land? What a wonderful scene.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, were getting closer and closer to the villa. The negligible harsh friction sound of the body passing through the flower bed and grass suddenly seemed harsh as it approached the target. Chen Fugui rushed to the front, his speed did not decrease, and the distance of the last ten meters rushed past.

A dull and sharp gunshot suddenly sounded the moment Chen Fugui rushed out of the grass. He guarded the gate of the villa and finally realized that there was something unusual in the flower bed. The two war blade members who had just turned their heads in shock just now. The one on the far left brow was shot and fell to the ground completely. At the same time, Chen Fugui rushed out of the flower bed completely, and Lin Juxiong behind him also jumped up at the first time. In his hand, a pistol with a size that was seriously inconsistent with his entire person appeared here, with almost no aim, and a slight swing of his hand, the subtle gunshot sounded, and the bullet was accurate and hit the other person's eyebrows.

The two Warblade members who were originally the best fighters of the Mafia but now have fallen to the point of guarding the door, fell to the ground in vain and died with their eyes closed.

"boom!"

While the two fell to the ground, Chen Fugui also rushed to the gate. The translucent villa gate was kicked open by this guy with a very fierce move, his movements were arrogant and rude. Then he rushed in with Lin Juxiong.

The small infrared rays of food and fodder instantly shone on Chen Fugui. Chen Dameng was stunned for a moment and subconsciously dodged. The next moment, two sharp bullets landed directly on the place where Chen Fugui was standing and finally sank into the ground.

At this moment, Lin Juxiong raised the pistol in his hand again and shot wildly. The fine and frequent sounds kept ringing. For a moment, no one dared to appear.

Chen Fugui had already rushed into the villa and started a massacre. The first mafia elite who faced him faced him just attacked him with all his strength, and then he grabbed him without asking any questions. With the sound of harsh bones hitting him, Chen Fugui had no expression on his face, hugged the other person's head, suddenly pressed down, raised his knees at the same time, and slammed heavily on the other person's head. The other person's originally strong head instantly broke into a spectacular explosion, and was simply and neat, violent to the point of cruelty.

This may be a complete instant kill.

The third person died.

More than 30 people in the entire villa were finally alarmed, including Peng Greyren, who were disturbed by sleep. At this time, he was standing on the corridor on the second floor, looking at Chen Fugui, with a shocked and suspicious look, almost terrified.

Lin Juxiong, who had originally used a pistol to entangle with two sniper masters to buy time for Fugui Ge, finally gave up his suicide defense and handed over the two difficult characters to Jiang Qingdi. Then he rushed into the hall and put it on the waist of an unprepared war blade member. The sound of numbing scalp sounded instantly. The war blade member who was kicked hard had no time to react and completely fainted. If he could wake up, he would probably have to spend the second half of his life in a wheelchair.

The fourth person was seriously injured.

Chen Fugui's momentum was not diminished, but instead he was becoming more and more crazy. In the siege of more than 30 mafia's real elite, he was like entering a nobody's realm, and was extremely domineering, quickly approaching Peng Greyren. He really couldn't kill this young man who had fought with Chen Ping for three years, but in Chen Fugui's heart, if he could tear off one of his arms and let him go, the effect seemed the same. Since this was the case, why didn't he teach the young man on the second floor a lesson?

He grabbed the fist that suddenly hit the other side. Chen Fugui's eyes suddenly turned cold. He suddenly used force, but did not choose to crush the other party's fist. Instead, he grabbed his wrist and pushed it forward quickly. The huge impact force and speed even made the other party's body react without time. The whole arm pierced its own flesh and blood. The white bones penetrated his own flesh and blood. Chen Fugui remained silent. In the darkness, the corner of his mouth seemed to be slightly pulled. Then he took a step forward, covered the other party's face with a pair of big hands, and easily pulled it in front of him. In Penglien's ghost-like gaze, he directly knocked the other party's head against a nearby stone pillar.

Blood and brain matter flowed along with the ruptured head, creating a picture of even Penglieren feeling chill all over.

The first black rose tonight, withering.

The fifth person died.

From beginning to end, he had never used guns and ammunition, and he always had bare hands and fists, like a god descending to earth, sharp and domineering.

There was a silence in the bloody and terrifying hall. Two snipers confronting Jiang Qingdi in the dark, Peng Greyren, including the Black Rose and the Battle Blade in the hall, who had begun to slowly reduce their fighting spirit, collectively lost their voices. This picture tonight was indeed too shocking. The real elite was like grass in his hands, controlling life and death at will. Such characters searched through their cognition and found that the huge mafia would not exceed two.

After the huge fear, the yearning and longing for beauty was immediately followed. The members of the War Blade who had reduced their fighting spirit and fear did not speak, but the Black Rose, who knew their own organization, had already begun to fantasize that if they could kill such a powerful enemy, what kind of treatment and reward would be welcomed after returning to China one day? It was simply a picture that would make people involuntarily crazy when they remembered it.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The gunshots were almost negligible between three sounds, and their eyes were already immersed in the fantasy. The black rose member who was closest to Chen Fugui exploded on the spot. The sniper hiding in the dark was obviously more ruthless and perverted. One shot was not enough. He instantly shot two shots on the other party's chest and lower abdomen. The smell of blood was even more pungent and stiff in the atmosphere that was about to explode at any time. Chen Fugui raised his head gently, looked at Peng Greren, who looked gloomy and calmly said that I was Chen Ping's uncle.

The sixth person died, and the second black rose quickly withered.

Peng Liren was stunned, and then suddenly realized. Finally, he looked at the blood and corpses all over the ground, he hesitated for a long time, and even imagined the most tragic scene in his mind, that is, he put all the black roses and war blades in. He might not be able to leave behind this so-called uncle Chen Ping. Although the result was very frustrating, Peng Liren quickly came back to his senses. Although he looked at Peng Liren, his face was unnatural, but he tried hard to smile and said softly, "Don't you think it's unfair to participate in the game between me and the national teacher?"

Chen Fugui had no expression on his face and said lightly that the Chen family does not need fairness, they only need victory. The winner can hold the truth and rules in his hand, but the mafia cannot do it!

The tall and majestic body exploded instantly, and the domineering arrogance on the commander of the Nanjing Military Region finally burst out without any concealment, unscrupulous.

Start killing.

The elite closest to him only felt dark before his eyes, and then he was instantly twisted by Chen Fugui, who had made all his efforts. Lin Juxiong paid attention to some people trying to attack behind him, with sharp eyes and rushed up the steps from the door of the luxurious villa.

The eighth and the ninth one, four consecutive black roses, ended completely in the dark!

Great chaos!

"Bang!"

Another extremely harsh sniper gun sounded. The two snipers who were originally confronting Jiang Qingdi were directly shot by Jiang Qingdi, and the other one finally stopped holding on. They threw down the gun, looked at the direction of Peng Grereen, and roared loudly.

The defeat has been decided.

The tenth person died.

One-third of the number was almost lost in an instant. Pengleryen, whose heart was bleeding and his eyes were red, forced to resist the plan to rush down and fight desperately. Finally, he retained the last trace of reason and suddenly roared in Italian: "Retreat!"

He looked at Chen Fugui, covered in blood, raised his middle finger, cursed, as if he was confused, and yelled in Chinese: "Bastard!"

Escape.

Troubled like a dog that is stranded.

Chen Ping's uncle, these words are destined to be the taboo words of this little godfather in the future.
Chapter completed!