king of war

Chapter 118

Although the radio and the police had issued a long-term warning, except for the restoration of order in the bustling area of ​​the city center and the residential area of ​​​​the rich, other places are still in chaos.

This situation is especially serious in poor areas. After all, those key areas are fully protected by a large number of armed guards and police, while other places are undefended.

Most of the blind thugs naturally avoided those places, and chose better targets. The purpose of the black hands who planned and agitated behind the scenes was more pure. They were not for money, but to create chaos.

Standing on a high place, I saw a strange scene. The bustling rich area is still brightly lit, with a scene of singing and dancing, and a scene of luxury and luxury.

Across the street, there was a large area of ​​darkness, flames burning everywhere, continuous gunshots, cries, and occasional screams.

Heaven on one side, hell on the other.

Qin Rongshuai held up the night vision binoculars and quietly watched the chaotic area, like a hunter observing his prey.

The night is full of instigated thugs and criminals who take advantage of the fire, and Hydra agents hide in the chaos, making it impossible to catch.

But it doesn't matter to Qin Rongshuai.

It doesn't matter if you can catch the Hydra agents or not, it doesn't matter if you can't catch them this time, because they will come to the door and give the head away.

It doesn't matter whether the riot can be suppressed or not. This is not my home, so I won't feel bad if it is smashed.

He just wanted to vent.

Vent the nameless anger in my heart.

From the moment he was attacked, he was filled with restless emotions, until he saw the Klein brothers and sisters dying in a pool of blood, his anger was ignited.

Maybe it's the brother and sister who depend on each other that makes him fall in love with each other, maybe it's the constant harassment of Hydra agents that makes him tired.

In short, he wanted to find an outlet.

Qin Rongshuai had a stern face, standing on the roof of a tall building, watching the city condescendingly.

The various tactical auras on his body were activated, like a king who ruled the world, overlooking his own territory.

The soldiers wore black tactical uniforms and hoods, like ghosts in the dark night.

A warrior who possesses master-level night combat skills is the king of the night, plus the attribute blessing of [Night Fight All Directions] up to 30%, facing a group of unorganized thugs is like an elephant stepping into an ant's nest.

Everything is ants.

Each tactical team moves flexibly, and the soldiers cooperate closely with each other. The tactical movements are smooth and smooth, and they shuttle back and forth in the streets and alleys in silence.

Looking at everything in front of you is like appreciating a kind of art, beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

This is the art of the god of war, the figure of the bringer of death.

"One shift at a time!"

"Second shift is in place!"

"The third shift is in place!"

……

After the teams on the walkie-talkie reported the news of their arrival, Qin Rongshuai put down the night vision binoculars, picked up the walkie-talkie and said calmly, "Let's get started."

On the messy streets, jubilant mobs carried all kinds of looted items in one hand and wine bottles in the other, showing off their gains to each other.

The drunken thugs looked at the shop they had set ablaze, and the old man screaming in the flames, and from time to time let out a burst of cruel laughter, and two of them even danced.

However, their joy didn't last long. A few bullets accurately focused on their heads, which burst like a watermelon hit by a hammer, and the red and white brains splashed on the faces of others.

The voices of the thugs stopped abruptly, and they all froze.

Before realizing what happened, there was another volley of rifles, and there was no longer a standing thug on the street.

The soldiers serving as snipers simply pulled the bolt and unloaded the breech, and the yellow bullet case fell on the blood-filled ground with a scalding temperature, emitting a few wisps of blue smoke.

"Click!"

The bullet was loaded again, the bolt was locked, and they began to look for the next target.

Then the assault team with automatic weapons came out of the darkness, dragged the corpses aside, and hung them on the street lamps with ropes.

Within a few minutes, the street lights on both sides of the street were covered with corpses whose heads had been shot.

This was specifically requested by Qin Rongshuai.

This is a warning, a deterrent.

A declaration of war.

Hydra, I'm here to fight!
You have chosen to go to war, but I have the final say on when to cease the war.

Each tactical team swept through the spacious streets like a hurricane passing through, and everything they passed was filled with the blood of thugs and hanging corpses.

After clearing one block, the soldiers would quickly move on to the next block. Their advance speed was extremely fast, and six blocks were cleared in an hour.

The policemen who were washing the floor behind could not even keep up with the soldiers, and could only stare at the deathly silent streets with their mouths open.

Looking from a distance, the densely packed dead bodies are creepy, especially at night, when the neighborhood turns into a ghost town in the dark without lights.

One policeman murmured, "This is too cruel, are they devils?"

A sheriff angrily slapped the nonsense policeman on the head, "Shut up, these thugs are the real devils, look at what they have done, they deserve to be hanged, these hellish beasts."

Looking at the devastated city and the miserable deaths of innocent citizens, the other police officers nodded, and then began to think about how to make the scene more miserable, so that people would cry at the sight of it.

After setting up, just wait for the reporter to come to take pictures after dawn.

Those gang members may be more effective than unorganized thugs.

They tend to be in groups, and the places where they gather are nightclubs, casinos, bars, and even banks of rival gangs.

They all carry Chicago typewriters and Winchester shotguns, and they can fire very fiercely in close combat, and they will also call nearby companions for support.

But for fighters, these people are the best to clean up. They don't have to work hard to search for the target. As long as they surround a group, other people will continue to come.

What followed was an unbearable massacre.

The gang members holding typewriters were so pinned down that they could not raise their heads under the precise fire of M1 semi-automatic rifles. They could only hide in the building and resist.

Then the soldiers rushed in front of them, almost throwing grenades into the building right next to their noses.

Watching the dense rain of grenades continuously falling into the room, the gang members were stunned.

Then there was a long series of explosions, and the assembled gang members were blasted into a sieve.

Volleys of guns, rapid advances, and rain of grenades at close range.

This set of tactical fighters is very skilled and smooth.

Qin Rongshuai nodded in satisfaction, and ordered: "Don't worry about the corpses of those gangsters, hand them over to the police. Let's move on and clear the main street before dawn."

He knew very well that these rat-like thugs could not be cleaned up by themselves. When they were attacked, they would hide quickly, enter the alleys from the streets, enter the houses or sewers from the alleys.

But these are the tasks of the police or the Strategic Science Corps. His task is to quickly restore order, and the follow-up cleanup can be left to others.

On the other side, the Hydra agents who had been fanning the flames soon realized that something was wrong.

After the dense gunfire, large areas of the block quickly fell into silence, and they smelled something unusual.

Soon, the Hydra commander in charge of the operation immediately dispatched an elite team to investigate these quiet neighborhoods.

This team is composed of veterans drawn from the battlefield, with rich combat experience, not only a full set of American equipment, but also dressed in US military MP clothing.

The carefully disguised elite team successfully fooled the police who blocked the street, and the police also enthusiastically guided them in the direction.

This allowed them to quickly find the source of the problem. The commander in charge of the operation immediately decided to create a surprise for the army in charge of the suppression, so they quickly rushed to the area where the soldiers were.

　Sorry, I have been busy all day with something during the day, and the update is late. There will be another chapter before twelve o'clock tonight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)