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During the tense wait, the gunshot rang out.

While waiting anxiously, Jin Taimei received the news of being shot from the guy who was sent to rescue and receive the sniper position.

At this moment, Jin Taimi's mentality almost collapsed.The whole heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

She is a person who believes in "luck". One after another, she is caught off guard, and she can use her ability to formulate a counterattack plan.

But even this kind of arrangement, which obviously shouldn't have problems, can encounter such an accident, which immediately made Kim Tae-mi realize the strength of the opponent.

After all, good luck is often an external manifestation of strength.

Sure enough, amidst a burst of gunfire, the subordinate who rushed to the rescue also lost contact.

As for the burst of gunshots that sounded behind, the scene that emerged in Jin Taimi's ears was exactly the scene of Pan An's grim face filling up the gun.

If it wasn't for the grenade explosion that sounded later, Kim Tae-mi, who was suffering until this time, might have given the order to give up.

However, after being happy for a while, Kim Taimi discovered that the subordinate who counterattacked the highest point of the scrap station had also lost contact.

In the communication channel, because of her inquiry that no one answered, it fell into a complete silence.

Everyone was aware of this action and was completely defeated.

Judging from their current situation of five deaths, three serious injuries and one minor injury, the only two remaining friends who maintain high mobility can't explode the small universe to reverse the extremely unfavorable status quo.

Two to three seconds later, someone suddenly broke the deadlock: "Chairman, let's withdraw, we can't fight anymore!"

As soon as this remark came out, other companions immediately echoed it: "Yes, section chief, it hurts too much. We have tried our best, but... if we don't leave, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave!"

An aura called despair gradually filled the hearts of everyone in this communication channel, and fearful war no longer needed any words to cover up, it directly appeared in every word in everyone's words.

Kim Tae Mi has no doubt that if she vetoes this request, these two guys will definitely abandon her, drop the headset, and disappear without a sound.

Just as she was hesitating, the last straw that broke the camel's back appeared.

A seriously injured person realized that there was no way to reverse the status quo and there was no hope of getting out of trouble. The one waiting for him was either to be captured or to die completely. After becoming a secret heroic and loyal soul in the peninsula, he decisively chose the latter.

With Park Zhixun already dead, if he is captured, then what awaits his family will definitely be a catastrophe.

This was an unacceptable result for him, so he chose to sacrifice himself: "Leader, let's go, I will try to delay as long as possible to cover you..."

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Pan An was very worried about the situation at Su Yuanhang's side, but he just sent a hasty inquiry text message over there, collected all his experiences, and rushed directly into a shack.

empty.

In less than three seconds, Pan An searched the entire room and couldn't help frowning.

The front door of this house is closed, which means that no one goes out through the front door.There are many bullet holes on the wooden board at the window position, judging from the shooting trajectory, they were all shot by Su Yuanhang.

It's a pity that no bloodstains were found at the scene, which means that after being suppressed by firepower, the shooter chose to leave the dangerous area immediately.

However, Pan An also felt a certain amount of resistance when he broke through the door just now...

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and came to the window near the back door. Sure enough, he saw that the window latch was not closed, so he concluded that this guy left through the window.

However, this conclusion is of no use to Pan An.

Even if he thought of Su Yuanhang's situation from this, it was the gunman who ran over to make a fuss, that's the same.

At this moment, what Pan An was looking forward to the most in his mind was to receive a message that Su Yuanhang was safe and sound during the process.

As for other information, it was all floating clouds to him.

Thinking of this, Pan An didn't delay any longer, and quickly retreated from the shack, diving to the next destination at a not slow speed.

Counting the injured woman, there are still four hand-to-hand battles waiting for him...

Since the distance was not far away, and Pan An was able to speed up his stealth pace, he arrived at the next target within half a minute.

Originally, he planned to attack by force and resolve this hand-to-hand battle as quickly as possible, but at the end, an inexplicable palpitation suddenly appeared in his heart.

The feeling of being stared at by the abyss is very unreal, but it does exist.I don't know how many people were lucky enough to save their lives when they were in the nick of time.

Of course, more of these illusory perceptions have been proven to frighten himself.

But so far, although no one can prove that it is false, and no one can prove that he is true, only those who have experienced it will become more and more convinced that this intuition is not deceiving.

And Pan An, who has experienced it personally, regards this intuition as one of the crisis instincts.

No, after feeling it for a second, Pan An directly adjusted the direction of kicking towards the back door of the shanty house in front of him, stomped heavily on the door frame made of thick logs, used his strength to do a somersault, and quickly pulled the door open. How far is the distance.

After landing, two donkeys came to one side and rolled over, and they fell nearly two feet away, and the sense of crisis quickly receded from his heart.

Before he could stand up and use his brain to figure out what was going on in the crisis just now, there was a sudden burst of gunshots in the shack.

One after another was splashed by the bullets, and the looming soil pillars in the darkness bloomed at the place where he backflipped and landed. As the wind blew, the nearby air was filled with the smell of mud and urine.

With no time to get lucky, Pan An raised the muzzle of the gun, and shot inwards in a crazily reversed direction according to the ballistic trajectory, hitting an impact point with a diameter of nearly two meters.

At the same time, he pricked up his ears, carefully distinguishing other movements from the bang bang gunfire.

Sure enough, before he was about to empty the magazine, he managed to catch an extremely weak muffled sound.This voice also made Pan An outline the opponent's position in his mind.

After he adjusted the muzzle of the gun, he shot two shots in succession, successfully reaping the muffled sound.

Suddenly, there was a roar full of fear in the shack: "You dare to rush in and confront me..."

But before this guy finished yelling, there was only the last bullet left in Pan An's double gun. A spark burst out from the muzzle of the gun. The howling bullet easily tore through the wooden boards of the shanty house, and directly hit the one hidden inside. Dude, cut off all his remaining radical remarks.

After confirming that there was no movement inside, Pan An, who needed to refill the magazine, stepped forward and gently opened the door with a cautious look on his face.

Just when his raised foot was about to step into the door, he suddenly felt a very weak sense of obstruction, and the alarm bells in his heart suddenly rang...