Bang bang bang, a series of earth-shattering bangs shook the earth. The killers were about to reach the gate when an explosion suddenly sounded around them. Just like a landslide and the earth cracked, the power of heaven and earth is nothing more than that.

Scarface didn't react at all, even with a smile that was about to win. Shun lì was sent back to his hometown of Fuso by a sudden explosion.

Maybe the Japanese in the future will know about his Scarface today's exploits, and they will enshrine him at a bullshit shrine, and if so, he will die a well-deserved death.

The power of the C4 explosive explosion was unimaginable, and the amount of Yaksha was sufficient, and none of the people who rushed over survived, and there were no bones left in the bombed, and the team of Fuso people who followed Scarface was too anxious to follow, and they were also sent back to their hometown by the Grim Reaper.

Yaksha looked at the scene outside the gate, smirked, and almost clapped his hands for his masterpiece, and decided that he must have a drink when the mission was completed. Celebrate his second Shun lì opening, although the explosion was quite powerful last time in country R, but he didn't see it, how can there be this tough in front of him now.

In front of the gate, the stench of burnt corpses blew down the noses of the Japanese who were preparing to charge behind.

Kamejiro's eyes were red, his hands were bruised, and his eyes were staring at the fiery red in front of the door. He thought about all kinds of encounter scenes, but all of them were hand-to-hand encounters, bayonets were red, hand-to-hand combat, anything was fine.

But he didn't expect to kill him, before he could see the other party's appearance clearly, he would lose a lot of his subordinates first, if he went back and was known, how could he gain a foothold in front of people, and his face today was lost.

If you don't catch that guy, I'm afraid your position will be taken away by the guys in the organization who are staring at you. His mind changed several times, and he made up his mind that no matter how much it cost today, he would bring people back.

"Ono, tell your people to disperse and advance, and give me a death squad, up."

These people are really dead soldiers, obviously hearing such an order to die, that Ono didn't frown and didn't say a word. He rushed forward with the people.

He let his people move forward in twos and threes, widening the distance. In this way, it became a team of two people, exploring and moving forward. Even if there were more bombs, only these two people would die, and when the bombs were over, the large army would be able to advance safely. The Japanese are ruthless in this move, and they are completely using their own lives as a stepping stone.

Yaksha smiled, this helper really underestimated himself. If it was so easy to be brought over by them, he wouldn't be called Yaksha.

He turned to the Nighthawk in the window and made an OK gesture. Nighthawk nodded at him. He believed in the abilities of his teammates, and the ability of the Yaksha Poison King to track down the troops was still hovering in his mind for a long time.

The Fuso people who had changed formations were holding their guns, and they didn't look for cover, but walked directly towards the gate, like ancient samurai wearing armor and holding spears to death, advancing with their heads held high. The leather boots trampled on the charred corpses of their companions, and the dust they brought up stained their snow-white pants at once.

After passing through the Shura field just now, they successfully walked to the gate. The gate had been knocked open by the air flow that had just exploded, and now, the villa in front of them was in front of them, and the Fuso people in twos and threes looked at each other, and in the shout of the leader Ono, they crossed the gate and continued to walk forward.

After successfully passing through the gate, the Fuso people didn't dare to be careless, this may be the next cemetery, although they are all not afraid of death, but no one really lacks the heart to really prepare to die here.

The Fuso people carefully covered each other, and walked forward as low as possible, looking around from time to time, afraid that a person would appear in the darkness at any time, and they kept looking at their feet, who knew where a wire would pull the bomb.

In the distance, Kamejiro watched his men pass the gate safely and head towards the villa, grinning happily, "It seems that they have no explosives." He stood up and waved behind him, "Rush."

With a brush, a vigorous killer quickly crossed his side and rushed towards the villa in front of him.

The killers who rushed to the front quickly reached the gate, and when they were about to run to their companions in front of them to cover them, a huge explosion rang out again, and only the eyes were shattered in the huge smoke.

Yaksha smiled and let go of the button in his hand, looking at another sea of fire ahead, and his heart was very happy.

A dazzling light pierced the darkness in an instant, and the gas generated by the explosion burned the air and tore through the silence, and everything around them turned into powder in a short instant. And what was reflected in Kamejiro's eyes was a blood red, and another group of his own people were scrapped.

Another fire, another row of burning corpses, and another pungent stench. He almost couldn't believe his eyes, this qiē should be a nightmare, since the establishment of the Black Dragon Society, there has never been such a big loss, how could the great Yamato clan be so vulnerable.

And today's Qiē happened to his own hands, even if he completed the task immediately, what face would he have to go back to see the sect master. How does the sect master treat himself?

He had already begun to go crazy, stomping his feet frantically, tearing his hair with his hands, raising the gun in his hand and shooting indiscriminately at the villa in front of him, until he finished shooting the bullets in the magazine, he calmed down. He told himself that he could not panic or mess up, this was what the enemy was most willing to see.

But in a minute, he was going crazy again. At the moment when the fire ignited by the explosion had dimmed, he suddenly realized to his horror that the group of people who were supposed to be walking inside the gate had suddenly disappeared.

He immediately spun around like an ant on a hot pot, could it be that they had already entered the house, but there was no reason, why didn't there be any movement at all. He thought wildly, but before he could take two more steps, he suddenly found a figure half-lying on the edge of the pool in the room. He hurriedly looked down the ground, and the ground was full of people. They were all wearing their own people's clothes, not the team just now or anyone.

It turned out that at the moment of the explosion just now, the Nighthawks in the house and the Yaksha by the pool were at the same time, and they took their guns and put down the Fuso people who had already walked into the courtyard one by one, because of the loud sound of the explosion, it attracted the attention of these Fuso people, and they were unprepared.

was used as a live target by the nighthawks, one shot at a time, so that these Fusang devils really became ghosts, or a bunch of foolish ghosts, even if they went to the underworld to complain, they didn't know where to start.

Yaksha, on the other hand, took advantage of this moment, whistling in his mouth, happily picked up his gun and folded it out of the garage and into the house.

Nighthawk looked at the Yaksha who came over happily and happily high-fived him, "Beautiful". Yaksha laughed, "Old business, the show has just begun, the end of the little devil comes from meeting us today." After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then dispersed, preparing for the next move.

Kamejiro was already furious at this time, his reputation, his team, just gave people such a worthless trampling under his feet, ruthlessly tearing apart, this is the biggest shame in his life, and he can't bear it anyway.

At this moment, he had completely lost his mind, shouting and rushing, directing the rest of his men to make a desperate assault on the villa, in the hope of using the advantage in numbers to overwhelm the opponent.

Not far away, Rose was in the dark, watching the scene just now, chewing the grass in his mouth with a grass pulled from anywhere in his hand, pulling the grass in front of him with his hands, and then looked at the people around him for a while and said, "Airplane, what do you think." "The man called the plane wore a black baseball cap, a burly figure, and a bush camouflage outlining the bulging figure. He was holding an M4 rifle and was lying next to Ross watching the onslaught of the Fuso in front of him. "The other party is a master, knows that his number is too small, and knows how to use bombs to attack our living forces. The number of Fusang people, psychologically, and physiologically has caused severe damage, and look, now the Fusang people have no regard for it.

Moreover, I have not seen the specific number of their people and firepower until now, but when they exploded just now, I vaguely saw a few points of gunfire coming out of the house.

They were very powerful, taking advantage of the loud sound of the explosion to cover them. Rose's eyes never left the front, and at this time he lost the grass in his hand, and couldn't help clenching his fists, and the green tendons on his hands stood out one by one, "Yes, it's very tricky, maybe we have encountered the biggest enemy in life this time." Be careful, everyone, don't lose your life here. The owl in the back laughed and said, "I don't want to lose my life here, that chick in South Africa is still waiting for me to go back." The mercenaries all laughed, and the tense atmosphere relaxed.

Rose turned his head and looked at his brothers, a sense of foreboding slowly rising into his heart. This premonition had only occurred once, and it had also arisen when he met another group of mercenaries, and that time, he was the only one who came out alive. Between the mercenaries, it is a mortal enemy who does not share the sky.

The Fuso people in front of him rushed to the villa with a gust of wind as if they were crazy. They had just been filled with fear, but then the pride of militaristic teaching had taken over their hearts again.

At this time, their bodies and minds were occupied by anger, arrogance, and contempt, and they were bent on rushing into the building in front of them with guns, killing the damned bastards inside, breaking them into pieces, and avenging the tragic death of their companions.

Everyone's faces were twisted wildly, at this time they had forgotten their usual training, forgot the essentials of killing, forgot about the essentials of killing, and only remembered to take a gun to go in and kill people.

Just as they reached the gate, one of the killer's feet seemed to stumble over something, and he wanted to look down, but the last thing he saw in his life was a brilliant fire, which was the fire of hell. Before he died, he let out a final sigh of "so beautiful".