Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who asked you to tell me to take the lead?

The battle was still going on, and the subordinates of the bishop and the general gradually became more aggressive. They all wanted to destroy each other, and the area around the warehouse had become a battlefield.But both sides in the war consciously avoided the direction of the warehouse.

They fought their lives for the gravure printing machine in the warehouse. If it was broken, then the people tonight would die for nothing.

On the roof.

Hua Nu put down the binoculars in her hand, and said to the painter hidden in the darkness: "Orwell has escaped, and the Mafia is almost dead."

"Where is the Hong Kong Islander?" The painter asked in a low tone.

The muscular Sizai said with disdain: "I think it's probably killed, maybe they've all been beaten into honeycombs."

Bobby, who was standing on the edge of the roof observing the battlefield, looked back at the painter and asked, "The bishop and the general also suffered heavy casualties, should we take action?"

Hua Nu and Si Zai also looked at the painter, their eyes full of eager expressions.

They were not good men and women, they would do everything they could to rob houses, and seeing the lively fights below, they couldn't bear it long ago.

Moreover, the painter's gang is sparsely populated. Except for some peripheral subordinates who do chores, there are only five people at the core, so everyone including the painter is an elite who has experienced many battles.Therefore, for the battlefield below, not only did they not show fear, but they seemed to be beasts that had encountered their prey.

"Hehehe!"

The painter let out a low laugh, and slowly walked out of the shadows.

The painter has a very ordinary public face, a Chinese character face, over 1.8 meters tall, and a well-proportioned body shape, leaning against him like an uncle next door.However, his wild eyes made him look so different.

The painter walked to the edge of the roof, looked at the people fighting below, and said with a smile: "Since that Hong Kong person is incapable of defending the gravure printing machine, it's time for us to do it. It's still the old rule, you get one point for killing an enemy." , Killing the bishop and the Taiguo is worth ten, one hundred thousand. What do you think?"

"Yeah! I can't help it!"

"My pistol is already hungry and thirsty!"

"It must be me who wins this time!"

Several people shouted one after another, as if what they were facing was not a battle, but a game.

As time went on, the prepared bishop gradually gained the upper hand.

"Haha, you yellow-skinned monkeys hiding in the forest dare to fight with me, this time I want you to die!" The bishop shouted loudly looking at the Taiguo people who were suppressed by the bullets and couldn't lift their heads.

at this time.

"boom!"

"Whoosh!"

With a clear gunshot, the bishop felt a sharp pain in his left ear.

"Ah! My ear! There's a sniper! Find him for me!"

The bishop's left ear was actually shattered by a bullet. He looked at the hole on the ground with a grim face, and immediately realized that there were snipers ambushing him around.

On the roof, Bobby was lying on the ground, holding a sniper rifle, looking at the bishop who had lost one ear, with a hateful expression on his face.

"Damn it, it missed!"

Not reconciled, he set up the sniper rifle again, intending to shoot and kill the bishop again.

But the bishop is not a fool. Knowing that there are snipers around, he immediately finds a cover and hides.

Bobo didn't come out on top, but Hua Nu and Si Zai started killing all directions in the crowd.Facing these well-trained soldiers, the two of them seemed to be fleeing into a flock, basically shooting one at a time, very crisp and neat.

"The man who is a painter!"

The Taiguo people under the protection of the soldiers shouted in horror.

Maybe he is not afraid of painters in a crowd of people.But now his subordinates have basically been beaten and disabled. Facing the painter's subordinates who are like tigers like tigers and sheep, he can't stand up immediately.

"Get them out! Use heavy firearms!"

Faced with the danger of their lives, the people of Taiguo didn't care about protecting the gravure printing machine.

All of a sudden, heavy machine guns, grenades, spray guns and other powerful firearms appeared one after another.

The bishop who had been shot over there also blushed anxiously, and ordered his men to attack with all their strength.

"Painter! You bastard! I'm going to send you to hell!" the bishop yelled while covering his bloody left ear, gnashing his teeth.

For a while, the battle became more intense.

Chen Feng, who was hiding in the dark, looked at Hua Nu and Si Zai, who were nimbly harvesting lives in the battlefield, but his face showed a dignified look.

"It's no wonder that four or five painters can dominate the international counterfeit banknote market. The skills of these two people are comparable to mine, and they can be regarded as the limit of ordinary people."

"However, Bobby stayed on the roof to snipe, but what about the painter? Why didn't the painter show up?"

The bug he left on the roof monitored every move of the painters and the others.He was sure that the painter must have left the roof too, but he was not present on the battlefield.

"In the movie, the painter can lead three subordinates to take over one of the general's barracks. Although it has the effect of the protagonist's halo, but now seeing the performance of the two Chinese and women, the painter must be a powerful guy, and it is difficult to deal with. !"

Secretly guessing the strength of the painter, as well as his own outcome after facing these people.He suddenly realized that he couldn't beat these guys steadily, and he was still in the condition of opening the mechanical mind.

"hiss!"

He gasped, this inference was really not friendly.Could it be that the painter will pick the peaches if he calculates and calculates by himself?
"No, there is no room for failure in this plan. The gravure printing machine must be brought back to Hong Kong Island. Since I am not sure about one-to-four, I should act first, kill a few, and try to narrow the gap in the number of people."

Thinking of this, he set his sights on the roof not far away.

Anyone who has played the game or fought in a group knows that at the beginning of the battle, the priority must be the opponent's shooter, because the long-range shooter is not only powerful, but also the biggest threat.

Therefore, he had to kill the sniper Bobby first.

Moreover, he was not worried that after killing Bobby, the painter would turn his back on him and not make a deal with him.Because, from the fact that the painter did not hesitate to silence Wu Xin's family, it can be seen that the painter himself is a person with a cold nature and only cares about interests.

A dead subordinate is nothing compared to a gravure printing machine that can continuously produce counterfeit banknotes.

On the roof.

Bobby held a sniper rifle and harvested the lives of the enemies on the battlefield one after another.

"Seven, eight, nine, ten. Hey, you guys, wait to follow me this time and eat farts!"

After emptying one magazine, Bobby took out a new magazine with excitement and prepared to replace it.

at this time.

"tread!"

A faint sound of footsteps came into Bobby's ears, his eyes moved, and without thinking, he rolled crazily on the ground immediately.

"boom!"

A bullet grazed Poppy's body and hit the ground.

But then came another bullet.

"Oh!"

"what!"

The bullet hit Poppy right in the lower back, but Poppy also rolled behind the wall next to him.

Chen Feng hid in the corner of the wall with a look of surprise, looking at Bobby who was able to hide behind the wall with agility after being shot.

Just now, Bobby judged his approach just by the slight sound of footsteps, so as to avoid his two bullets that were sure to hit, which really made him admire.

Then, there was another burst of rejoicing in his heart.

Fortunately, he decided to kill the sniper first. If Bobby kept aiming at him from a distance, even Chen Feng himself would inevitably capsize.

"The painter's subordinates are indeed elites!"

Chen Feng sighed again in his heart, but now he doesn't have any intention of cherishing talent.It would be prudent to kill Bobby first, after all, a dead enemy is a good enemy.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he lifted the hem of his jacket, took out one of the two grenades pinned to his belt, pulled the tab, and rolled over against the ground.

Bobby, who was hiding behind the wall, forcibly held back the muzzle of the gun on his back, held up a pistol, and waited intently for the person who attacked him to appear.

"Da da da!"

A crisp sound reached Bobby's ears.

Bobby looked towards the direction of the sound with a puzzled expression on his face, and a look of horror immediately appeared on his face.

"Grenade!"