After Wang Guohan discovered the enemy's intention, he tried hard to control the remote control and wanted to adjust the robotic arm to allow the steel grooves that hid the hydraulic top, oil pipes and electronic lines to avoid the bullet's shooting. However, the hydraulic top's reaction was not as fast as the bullet.

As the enemy's gunfire sounded, deep pits suddenly appeared on the originally smooth and bright hydraulic rods. When these hydraulic rods began to be recycled under the action of the remote control, the hydraulic oil began to splash around like a fountain.

The robotic arm with insufficient hydraulic oil was paralyzed. No matter how Wang Guohan controlled the remote control, he remained motionless. He was like a stiff dead snake in the air.

Because these Japanese shots just now, although they successfully paralyzed the robotic arm, the bullets in their guns were almost consumed. More and faster chapters were invited. At this time, because there were only a few bullets left in Zhao Changqiu's three-person guns, they did not dare to shoot randomly. They tried not to see rabbits or eagles, and did not shoot when the enemy was not seen.

Both parties in the large workshop, which lacked ammunition, stopped fire for a moment. The field security guard who had been hiding in the spiral lane and randomly fired guns in the large workshop and heard that there was no movement inside. So they also stopped shooting.

So the battlefield that was still fighting just now suddenly became quiet again. Both sides were thinking and waiting

Suddenly, a thrust thrust out from behind a machine. With a clatter of thud, it landed one foot away. Then a huge furry fist was raised from behind the machine. Then a bad Chinese sentence came out: "Who wants to fist with me? Please come more and faster chapters."

"I'll come."

Before Zhao Changqiu could speak, Zhao Yushan shouted loudly, stood up from behind a machine, and threw the gun in his hand aside.

There was no bullet in this guy's gun. He was wondering how he snatched a gun from the dead bodies. He actually planned to fist against them and hit his mind. So he couldn't wait to stand out.

"Brother Yushan, be careful." Zhao Changqi also stood out from behind a machine, but he was still holding a gun. He had checked it just now. There were two bullets in his gun.

However, Hong Yalun still did not show up. This guy is a master of gun playing. However, when it comes to bare hands fighting, he is slightly inferior to Zhao Changqiu and Zhao Yushan. Please come in more and faster chapters. I guess he is hiding behind a pillar or machine to prepare to fire a cold gun.

A Russian Russian with yellow hair, high nose and yellow eyes raised his right fist, stood up from behind the machine, and walked towards Zhao Yushan. He said loudly in a strange voice: "Okay. Like a man."

Seeing that the fire of the hot weapons turned into a medieval warrior duel, other foreign devils hiding in the dark also came out. Zhao Changgui scored the eyes. There were thirteen people on the other side. However, these thirteen guys came out. But the guns in their hands were not put down. Obviously, they probably had bullets in their grab.

"Mr. I hope you don't let me down." Zhao Yushan said eagerly. Compared to using a gun, Zhao Yushan still likes this kind of competition of cold weapons. The pleasure of being fist-to-steal is definitely not comparable to that of a bullet that can be shot into the human body.

However, just when Zhao Yushan was planning to show his skills and abuse the Russian in front of him, there was a sound of straggling fire not far away.

The one who shot was not Hong Yalun hiding in the dark, nor a group of foreign devils, but the field security guards hiding in the spiral lane. The heads of these guys heard that there had been no movement after so much time inside. I don’t know what was going on, so I made a tentative shuttle.

The locations of these field security guards were originally unable to directly shoot Zhao Changqiu and a group of Japanese devils. However, after a flying bullet hit a reinforced concrete load-bearing column opposite, a spark was drawn on the load-bearing column. The first time it was updated, leaving a white bar. Then it flew toward the Russian who was preparing to fight with Zhao Yushan.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat, determined by the verbal gentleman agreement, is actually very unstable. Regardless of either side, as long as the gun is fired first, the hand-to-hand combat will definitely turn into a gun battle again. It will be even more dangerous. Because both sides are already facing each other at this moment. Whoever has the correct marksmanship and has a quick response. Whoever has more bullets in the gun can kill the opponent and survive.

The field security guard's shot instantly broke the oral agreement between the two sides in the field.

The people on both sides were old guns that had been through battle formations. At the moment the gunshots rang out, they almost all made evasive actions. They rushed out and hid in the bunker closest to them with standard tactical actions. More and faster chapters were invited. Seven or eight Japanese men shot at the two of Changji one after another, trying to leave Zhao Changji and the two of them on the ground. In the blink of an eye, several guys fired all the bullets in the magazine.

However, Zhao Changqi and Zhao Yushan's movements were too fast. The only few bullets they had were just behind them, leaving a few craters behind them. They didn't even touch the corners of their clothes.

The most unlucky thing was the Russian who was about to fist against Zhao Yushan. Although this guy also made evasive moves at the moment when the gunfire sounded, his actions not only failed to save his life, but also completely ruined his life.

The jumper shot from the field security guard shot into his eyes unbiasedly.

After the bullet was turned by reinforced concrete, the kinetic energy was reduced a lot at the first time. If it was shot into other parts of the Russian body, it would only cause him to suffer minor injuries and bleeding. Apart from that, nothing happened. But the eyes were the most vulnerable part of the human body. The flying bullet entered his brain from his eyes almost without any obstacles. Then the kinetic energy turned into zero in his brain. By the way, his brain was stirred into a ball of sorghum flower.

"Ah." The old man let out a beast-like scream from his mouth. He covered his eyes with his hands and fell to the ground. The moment his bulky body came into contact with the ground, it made a "pop" sound, as if a wall was hitting the ground. It seemed that even the ground was trembling.

During the rolling process, Zhao Changliu shot out a short shot. He knocked down an enemy. Then he shook his hand and threw the bulletless rusher at a guy not far from him. More and faster chapters are invited. The guy raised his gun and shot at Zhao Changliu. However, after he pulled the trigger, he found that there were no bullets in the gun. The excess action of this guy pulling the trigger took his life. The slightly rushed out of the air and rotated rapidly. Then he hit the temple on the side of his head heavily. The guy let out a muffled groan and lay on the ground and stopped moving.

Zhao Yushan kept rolling and cursing loudly: "Who the fuck fired this? It's so fucking unauthorized."

Just when these Japanese were hiding behind the bunker, a burst of gunfire sounds suddenly came from above their heads.

Zhao Changqi suddenly looked up and saw that the one who shot was Hong Yalun who had not revealed his head. He didn't know when he actually jumped onto the paralyzed robotic arm in the air and shot fiercely at the Japanese.

It turned out that just now Zhao Yushan came out to fight with the old Russians. When Zhao Changgui came out to cover him, Hong Yalun quietly picked up a few guns from the ground, then unloaded all the bullets, got two full magazines, and then quietly climbed onto the robotic arm from the back.

Although Brother Gun and Brother Yushan have agreed to fist against the enemy, they know if the other party will be cheating. If these Japanese dare to cheat, brother will give you a name. Hong Yalun thought so.

So when the field security guard's gunshot rang out, Hong Yalun's gun then rang out. Hong Yalun was condescending and updated his vision as soon as possible. Even some Japanese were hiding behind the cover and could not escape his bullets.

In less than ten seconds, all the thirteen remaining Japanese devils returned to the end.

In the last thirteen people, the field security guard's leader, made a mistake. He accidentally made one, and Zhao Changgui made two. The remaining ten were all named by Hong Yalun. Zhao Yushan, who had lost bullets early, did not catch any of them.

"I, Aaron. Can you tell me some rules? We have already agreed to fist against fist." Zhao Yushan flashed from behind a pillar and said to Hong Yaron who was still in the air.

"Come on. Brother Yushan. If it weren't for my gun's fast, you might have eaten a few peanuts." Hong Yalun blew the green smoke at the muzzle, spread his arms and jumped off the robotic arm.

Zhao Yushan looked at Hong Yalun who was proud and rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, Aaron. Do you not even take your brother Yushan seriously?"

While vernacular, this guy ran to the side of the spiral lane. He leaned his head and shouted in it: "Fuck it all for me. Grandma, who shot the first shot just now? Do you understand the rules? Let me see if I don't twist his head."

The answer to Zhao Yushan was a series of bullets. The sound of gunfire kept ringing.

"Damn it." Zhao Yushan suddenly shrank his head and hid behind the wall. He kept cursing: "Damn it. All the fucking guys who can shoot black guns and can't do anything else. It's better than those Japanese to be excited and have something."

Although the guys hiding in the spiral lane were very excited, the bullets they shot would not turn and could not hurt Zhao Changli and others at all. The purpose of these cowards to shoot was probably not to hurt people, but to give themselves courage.

"Brother Gun. What should we do next?" Hong Yalun asked.

Zhao Changqi didn't want to go to war with the field security guards outside. This was not because he was afraid of them, but because he disdained. He wanted the police to deal with those people. But he took out his cell phone and saw that the cell phone had no signal. It seemed that he could only fight out.

"Collection of bullets on the ground and prepare to rush out."

Zhao Changqiu was talking and ran to the small room in the corner of the wall quickly. He wanted to see how Wang Guohan and the others were doing now. The battle in the large workshop has ended. However, Wang Guohan and the others did not come out of the small room. This made Zhao Changqi a little worried.

He doubted whether the two had an accident. Although the two had been hiding in the small room, anything could happen in the chaos. What's wrong with them knowing if there was any accident.

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