A big black man with a moxican head cut and a Liberian accent walked into the living room, and saw Long Yun Youya sitting on the sofa smoking and drinking, obviously a little surprised, stunned for a moment and said, "Ghost, Peter is waiting for you downstairs, let you pass." ”

"Didn't you tell me to wait for him here?" Long Yun asked knowingly.

Mohican replied like an endorsement: "Ah, he's talking about a deal with a damn Russian fellow, and he can't leave for the time being......"

In order to make the lie more round, Mohican added: "You know these Russians, they can't do without vodka when they meet and talk about business, and they all drink about the same." ”

Long Yun noticed that this guy was simply armed to the teeth, a Czech-made assault rifle, equipped with Picatinny rails, replaced with M4 stocks, with nearly ten magazines inserted into his body, and five Soviet-made RGO defensive grenades and three shock grenades on his chest.

It seems that Santos still thinks highly of himself, and from this posture, it seems that the boss of "Sin City" has turned out all the elites of his family, even if Johannesburg's elite SWAT team comes, he may not have this kind of treatment.

"Okay!" Long Yun got up from the sofa and stretched, "I'll go down with you to find Peter." ”

Moxigan deliberately left behind, and followed Long Yun out of the first armored door.

Next to the armored door stood three large black men dressed and dressed exactly like Mohican's, all as strong as bears.

One of the four people led the way in front, and the other three followed behind Long Yun, forming a triangular escort formation.

Long Yun thought to himself, it seems that Santos has really recruited a lot of talents in recent years, these black big guys don't look like a rabble on the general interface, from their position and cooperation, all of them are professionally trained, and they can't be people from some police forces or the regular armies of African countries.

The three big guys followed, and even if they pulled out their guns at this time, it would be difficult to ensure that they were not injured while killing them.

A dozen meters away in the hallway, Santos stepped out of a room next to the elevator hall and waved at him from afar.

"Old friend, come here, I'll go with you to Peter."

Santos had a smile on his face, and he really couldn't find any flaws, if he hadn't had suspicions in advance and looked at the surveillance in the room, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the slightest suspicion at this time.

Long Yun also raised his hand, waved at him, suddenly took out a cigarette case, took out a Marlboro cigarette, and stopped.

"Hey! Man, borrow a fire. ”

He smiled and turned his head, and almost bumped the cautious armed men behind him into Long Yun, and lifted the Qi brush in his hand upward.

In the distance, Santos' face turned pale.

This is not a pre-determined ambush location, there are more than 20 heavily armed subordinates hidden in the room next to him, as long as Long Yun walks here, the big guy will rush up, even if this guy is a reincarnated Rambo, he has to be obediently restrained.

Did he find something?

Santos's heart was pounding, and his right hand couldn't help but touch the dot 41 Colt "Python" revolver inserted in the belt of his pants behind him.

But he soon discovered that he had no chance to shoot at all.

Long Yun didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the person was just blocked by the sturdy Moxican head in front, and there was no angle to shoot at all.

Get out of the way! Get out of the way! You stupid ass! Santos cursed in his heart, and the man was so anxious that he almost rushed forward and slammed the hilt of his gun on the head of the damned Mohican head.

What a stupid donkey!

At this time, you can't shout, and you can't draw your gun, for fear that doing so will startle the snake.

Santos was only in a hurry, and there was still a trace of luck in his heart, maybe this guy really suddenly became addicted to smoking. Thinking of this, he tried his best to maintain that smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, waiting for Long Yun to take the bait.

The militant who was asked about borrowing the fire was obviously very surprised, stunned for a moment, and then reluctantly reached out and took out a guy from his trouser pocket, snapped, and stepped forward.

Long Yun lowered his head, and his palms were encircled, as if to block the wind in the corridor.

White smoke quickly poured out of his hands and floated on the militant's face, stinging his eyes.

He couldn't help but tilt his head and look away.

When—

The crisp sound was faint, but it was so clear in the quiet hallway.

"Hey! Dude, your stuff is off. Long Yun raised his head and smiled as cold as ice.

Before everyone could react, Long Yun suddenly rushed towards the door next to him.

Peng –

A door was slammed open by him with a lock, and Long Yun lay on the door panel and rolled into the room!

“FUCK！” Santos finally realized that something was wrong this time, this ghost-like shrewd Chinese is really not easy to fool, and I don't know where he saw the clues.

Phew-

Corto's revolver was drawn, and a huge muzzle flame erupted into Santos's hand, and the point-41 bullet hit the door frame, cracking a large hole and sending sawdust flying.

"Catch him!" Santos jumped to his feet like a mad dog, waving his pistol and barking hysterically.

Almost at the same time, four armed men turned their guns at the same time and pointed them into the room.

Before they could pull the trigger, there was a loud "bang-" sound, and a blinding white light rose from the ground, illuminating the dark corridor as if it were day, accompanied by a loud noise.

The four militants screamed at the same time, covered their ears and rolled on the ground in pain.

The militant who was borrowed by Long Yun was missing a shock bomb, and it was obvious that Long Yun took the opportunity of lighting a fire and smoking to pull the shock bomb unknowingly and tear it to the ground.

Even from a dozen meters away, Santos and the two men behind him were dazzled by the bright light, and couldn't help but cover their eyes and ears.

Woohoo Woo –

At the same time, Long Yun's figure appeared in the tattered door frame, and Beretta 92F fired four shots in succession, each shot on the heads of the four people in the corridor.

These guys are wearing tactical vests, and no one knows if there are Kevlars and bulletproof plates in them, and it is the most effective and safest to hit the head.

This is a life-and-death situation, as long as one link is miscalculated, Long Yun can only leave his life here.

His men, who were hiding in the room next to Santos, heard explosions and gunshots, and rushed out, filling the hallway.

Long Yun barely paused, killed the four militants who were escorting him, and immediately turned his gun and fired in the direction of Santos on the other side of the corridor.

Woo Woo Woo –

A few minions who had just poured out of the hallway became Santos's substitutes and were shot and lay on the ground.

Long Yun has been pulling the trigger rhythmically and maintaining his firepower. This Beretta fired four bullets that killed four of Santos' men, and twelve bullets.

Twelve bullets, enough to maintain five seconds of firepower, can temporarily ensure one's safety, after five seconds, one's own magazine is empty, and you will face another desperate situation.

He shot as he crouched down and dragged Mohican's body back into the room.

The most important thing now is to gather all the ammunition you can use in order to survive in this terrifying "Sin City".

Mohican's head was obviously heavy, definitely over two hundred pounds, and it was a bit of a struggle to drag this guy.

Click-

When the time of five seconds was up, Long Yun just dragged Mo Xigantou into the room, and there was already a sound of footsteps on the other side of the corridor, these guys with professional military training were not pus, they had already seen that Long Yun had emptied the magazine, and took this opportunity to rush forward.

At a distance of more than ten meters, it takes up to three seconds.

Although there was enough time for Long Yun to replace the new magazine, when these guys swarmed up and appeared at the door, I am afraid that a Beretta 92F would not be able to stop many assault rifles at all.

It's time to make a difference!