Lu Junyi didn't see Zhang Xiaoqiang glaring at him. He first figured out what was going on, opened the door beside him, and led the way in. Zhang Xiaoqiang also figured out that the surveillance cameras in the base didn't only appear on their heads.
In the sound of the alarm, dense footsteps came from outside, and soldiers in black armor gathered at every intersection like a flood, running towards the corridor outside Zhang Xiaoqiang's door. The three elite soldiers unconsciously pulled the bolt of their guns and raised the muzzle. Lu Junyi frowned and anxiously walked in circles, and Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned against the door, as if listening.
"No, we have to lead the guards here away. Hua Rong's ability can only be used three times in a row, it's impossible to deal with hundreds of people, what if …"
While Lu Junyi was anxiously muttering to himself, he heard a bang, and Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly pushed the door open, and then dashed out. At this time, he heard a few muffled grunts from outside, and then heard muffled sounds like raindrops coming from outside, which greatly surprised him. When he rushed out of the door after the three elite soldiers, he saw that the corridor was full of soldiers, all of their necks crooked, and he didn't know if they were dead or alive.
"Attack …"
Standing in the middle of the black mass of fainted soldiers, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and shouted to the people behind him, immediately arousing their desire to fight, and they responded in unison.
Zhang Xiaoqiang led the four people running quickly, and Lu Junyi followed closely behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. Before the surveillance cameras appeared in their line of sight, Zhang Xiaoqiang held four magazines in his hands, and his ears were constantly paying attention to the distant footsteps approaching. When he thought it was the right time, he threw out the magazine, drew an arc in front of them, and rushed into the corner blocked by the wall.
Then Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed over with the four magazines, and the four magazines could vibrate back and forth on the heads of the eight people. Then when Zhang Xiaoqiang appeared, the people in front blocked the soldiers behind them, and when Zhang Xiaoqiang, wearing a black military uniform, crashed into the crowd, with Zhang Xiaoqiang's speed and agility, it was easy to knock out the rest of the people, often with a knife hand, or an elbow, the soldiers fell like dominoes.
And Zhang Xiaoqiang's speed was too fast, and when the people behind them just caught up, what appeared in front of them was the guards piled up like dead fish in the corridor. At this time, the three people behind them really realized the terrifying strength of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and they admired him, and also had great confidence in Zhang Xiaoqiang.
When they officially stood in front of Ma Ruibo's door, more than a hundred guards had fallen in the corridor behind them, and Zhang Xiaoqiang, who did this, did not even have time to breathe, and not a single guard was able to react in time to open fire.
On the other hand, the three people behind Zhang Xiaoqiang were panting heavily, even if Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to fight, they would not be able to catch up, and when they reached behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, none of them could even breathe properly. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the door that was as smooth as a mirror, and raised his hand to signal them to stand in a straight line. The few of them did not understand, but still followed Zhang Xiaoqiang's instructions. The three of them stood in a row under the wall beside the door, and Zhang Xiaoqiang took out his Rat King Blade, and used his wrist strength to cut an arc on the door.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang used all his strength to cut a perfect arc on the door, he turned his head to look at the soldiers beside him. The soldiers were already armed with Type 95 rifles, Type 05 50 round submachine guns, and Type 92 handguns on their thighs.
"Guess, how many people are waiting for us inside?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang sheathed his Rat King Blade, and said in a relaxed tone. The four of them shook their heads at the same time, they would definitely be exposed on the way here. After the alarm sounded, all the soldiers in the area disappeared from the surveillance cameras, and everyone knew that there was a problem.
"Can't guess?
Me too … "
Zhang Xiaoqiang took the .05 submachine guns from the two soldiers, and said with a smile, but his eyes revealed an unprecedented seriousness. When Zhang Xiaoqiang took off the gun belt and threw it at his feet, he took a deep breath, and turned to the others: "Wish me luck, if I don't come out, you guys can run …"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly jumped up, and kicked the circular steel plate that had a crack on it. With a loud sound, the steel plate that was cut flew in, and in the midst of the gunshots, Zhang Xiaoqiang chased after the flying steel plate and jumped in.
The intensive gunshots sounded like a rainstorm hitting a pond in Zhang Xiaoqiang's ears, and it was impossible to tell how many rifles were fired. The steel plate in front of him was spinning rapidly like an electric drill, and the crackling sound was even louder than the tide-like gunshots. Countless bullets flew around Zhang Xiaoqiang, and hit the iron door behind him, and then bounced off. In the dynamic vision, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw sparks flashing on the edge of the metal plate in front of him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang really didn't expect that there would be so many soldiers lying in ambush in this room, and the intensive gunshots were beyond his expectations. Although the dynamic vision made everything in his eyes slow down, at this moment, he felt as if he couldn't do anything. There were too many bullets, and even the circular metal plate that was flying in the air couldn't take the force, and it was somewhat sluggish in the air.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang simply gave up on all distracting thoughts, and only focused on the fact that nothing would happen to him. He moved as he pleased, and both of his feet kicked the metal plate that was sent flying by the countless bullets, and he used the momentum to do a backflip, and then landed backward.
The metal plate sped up again, attracting even more bullets. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was weaving through the rain of bullets, took the opportunity to flip and land on the ground. Before he landed, he opened fire with the .05 submachine gun in his hands, and bullets were instantly fired by him.
The space inside the room was quite spacious, and there were a few rows of sofas, a conference table, and a few pots of green flowers were the decorations of this room. The rest of the space was filled with soldiers standing in the corner, and there were more than eighty of them. They all aimed at the spinning circular metal plate, and the sparks on the circular metal plate were as dense as electric welding.
"Dang … Gulu gulu …"
The metal plate that was half the height of a person fell to the ground and rolled, causing the soldiers in front of it to all move out of the way. At this time, someone realized that Zhang Xiaoqiang was not behind the metal plate, and couldn't help but look around the room. They only heard the sound of metal hitting the ground like raindrops, and from the soldiers who were standing in a row, from the very edge to the center, guns kept falling, as if the guns in their hands were scalding.
When the soldier in the center recovered from his comrade, he saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang was standing in front of him, as if he had appeared out of thin air. Then there were a few soft sounds, and the guns in their hands were bounced off. The huge vibration made them lose their grip on the guns, and they let the guns fall to the ground.
The guns of nearly a hundred people were all touched by Zhang Xiaoqiang alone. Zhang Xiaoqiang shot the gun in the hands of the last person, and let go of his hands. The slightly clumsy .05 submachine gun fell from his palms, and as it rolled, it hit the ground and bounced up and down. In the process of rolling, it knocked away the bullet casings and deformed bullets.
Behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, the originally smooth and clean door, other than the circular gap that he made, the rest of the surface was filled with holes from the bullets, and it looked terrible.
In the eyes of the soldiers, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who did not have a weapon, was much less dangerous. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang's marksmanship was superb, without a gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang was now at the same starting point as them. Many people pressed on the holsters on their waists, and just as they were about to pull them out, they saw the automatic machine guns on the roof spin and spit out long tongues of fire. A chain of light hit the wall behind the soldiers, and the stone powder floated down like snowflakes, dyeing them like flour.
The two heavy machine guns suppressed the soldiers, and they looked at the constantly moving heavy machine guns and raised their hands together. Then Lu Junyi, who poked his head out from the gap, stepped in from outside with a look of disbelief, and then the other three soldiers also came in, and then they were shocked by the black mass of soldiers in the room.
"Where is Ma Ruibo?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in front of the soldiers, and glanced at the guards who had escaped twenty times their number, and directly asked for Ma Ruibo's whereabouts. The guards had lived like princes for a long time, and they had lost the bravery and heroism of regular soldiers. The people in the middle stood to the side, revealing the door behind them.