Chapter 45 The Tiger of the Dark Night

"Which unit are you?"

"We are the 407 Dark Night Tiger. You just need to know that from now on, no matter what the military rank is, it will be managed by our captain!"

Guo Zhenbei, who climbed up the air passage leading to the 9th floor, felt funny, and a "dark night tiger" scared all the soldiers.

"That's the special forces of the 21st Army, a very elite combat detachment! They are..."

In the radio, Savier tirelessly told Guo Zhenbei about the origin, composition and equipment of this unit.

"What a headache, so many things?"

"Don't be unhappy. If you want to frighten those real soldiers, you don't know that's not good!"

Guo Zhenbei could not have thought that a cold-blooded sentence made Siweier arrange a lot of things to remember for himself.

"I said, Silvia, can you use any program or plug-in to help me remember in the future? This will annoy people!"

"Hmm, I know you're lazy, but if those memories are not turned over from time to time, I'm afraid you won't remember them when you use them in the future."

Of course, Guo Zhenbei did not know how the memory of the brain works, and he was too lazy to know. Following the rope thrown down by Teng Qing, Guo Zhen went up to the 9th floor. At this time, the women here no longer screamed. They were all locked into the room by Zhang Wancai's people, waiting for their choice.

"No, I can't stand it. The team downstairs just got the news that someone downstairs came down from the air channel. Brother, I think we should go quickly!"

Zhang Wancai listened to his subordinates change his name and knew that if he persisted, he would die a few more people. I'm afraid that he would never have a chance to leave again. And he felt that he should follow his life. Root. Son - drugs, act together. Without those things, these subordinates in front of you will no longer be loyal to themselves.

"Well, tell the women to move quickly!"

The woman who was picked out was taking out those treasures from the so-called "national treasury". Jewelry, drugs, cosmetics, cigarettes, wine, there is no need to ask these things. When the city is occupied by zombies in the biochemical end, they are all valuable treasures.

The only person who didn't move was Xue Yiqing, who failed to assassinate. She still had a cold face, but the blue mark on her face told everyone that she was still insisting that she did not give in. Even listening to the sound of gunfire in the corridor, there was some hope in her eyes.

As women, they are not the main "baby" of Zhang Wancai. At this moment, the elevator using a high-power diesel generator is transporting a batch of supplies downstairs. Obviously, the secret passage is not one for Zhang Wancai. Probably this is the so-called cunning rabbit three caves.

But I'm afraid he can't run away this time, because Teng Qing is responsible for cutting off the passage to the elevator.

It can be seen from the air channel. At this time, Zhang Wancai came to the exit. He looked at Xue Yiqing in front of him, and immediately showed some enthusiasm on his face. Such enthusiasm gives people the feeling that a dog sees bones without the slightest romance.

I'm afraid it's difficult for a fool like him to understand what kind of mood romance is. As the old saying goes, summer insects can't speak on ice. Even if he puts things aside, crushes them and tells him, he is still impatient.

"Humph, are you ready to escape with your tail? You don't have the courage. Why do you suddenly become a homeless dog?"

Xue Yiqing's cold face did not dispel Zhang Wancai's enthusiasm. He even stretched out a hand and held Xue Yiqing's chin.

"What about the homeless dog? Don't you, Xue Yiqing, have to follow me as a bitch? How's it going? There were all kinds of tenderness last night. Have you been cold today? And Xue Yiqing, why don't you think about it? I'm afraid that Xue Bingshan has already died in H County. What are you doing for him? And when is it? I can afford to give you delicious food and easy to wear. If you follow me, I won't compromise you at all!"

"Bah! Don't look like you. You really think you can be an emperor. I can tell you now that the country can't forgive an asshole like you.

Zhang Wancai is obviously the kind of person who is not afraid of the "country". He doesn't care how the country deals with him.

"Country, hahaha, Xue Yiqing didn't say you. Why are you crazy? Are there any countries now? Now is the time for the chaos in the world to compete for hegemony. Whoever has more people and more guns is the old man. Why don't you think about it? When I develop like the mountain country in the future, you, as the queen, can let go of what you want to do!"

People like Zhang Wancai are really typical people. If you look at history, it is not difficult to find that there are many such figures in China.

Jiang. Jie. Shi was born in the Qing Gang and became the "chairman" of the Republic of China. Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng and Zhang Xiaolin were hooligans and became tycoons in Shanghai. Selling people and drugs can be said to do bad things, but there are still people who write books to them.

More recently, I believe you can see a lot. The vested interests of society are often the most fierce bastards when the world is in turmoil. No matter how many people die, no matter how many national interests and dignity are sold to foreign countries, it cannot be compared with their own authority.

Zhang Wancai, that's what it is!

But I'm afraid people like them don't have that chance today and in this life! And it is certain that in the future world, stupid people will not have any good creation!

Looking at Zhang Wancai with obscene enthusiasm in front of him, Xue Yiqing smiled happily. But in what she said, she was absolutely sarcastic about Zhang Wancai in front of her.

"Zhang Wancai, it's not that I underestimate you. You can never fight the people who kill you. Look out of the window. Can such a thing come out as stupid and stupid as you? I dare say, now there is a gun pointed at your dog's head. Why don't we guess, is it the desert eagle?

Following Xue Yiqing's eyes, Zhang Wancai looked out of the window and shocked him with what he saw. It is certain that such a thing can never be created by an ignorant and ignorant person like him.

An "Apple Siweil" hovered outside the building where the sky was already hazy, and the camera with faint light was just aimed at its face. Suddenly, Zhang Wancai felt the danger.

He suddenly pulled out his pistol and pointed to the "Apple Siweir" outside first. Then he himself felt how stupid it was. Because it's just a remote-controlled plane, what's the name of it? And the danger will definitely not come from the remote control plane.

"Be careful, we have someone overhead!"

He suddenly remembered that on the 8th floor, several dying soldiers reported by radio that those guys came from the air channel. In fear, he roared and grabbed the cold Xue Yiqing and blocked her in front of him.

In fact, Zhang Wancai is such an uneducated person with a foolish nature. It's just a pig. He doesn't even think about it. If there is a weapon installed on the "Apple Siweir" outside. Even a pistol with a muffler is enough to blow his head off at such a close distance.

Of course, an ignorant person like him will not like any technology channel or understand the attack on drones. It is not a "little thing" like him who is qualified to bear it. It is also that there is no weapon installed on Appleswell for the time being, otherwise he will really be doomed today.

"Wow...Wow..."

The heavy gunfire that once appeared on the 8th floor sounded again. Zhang Wancai saw that one of his men who was holding a submachine gun and wanted to shoot at the air channel above his head was blown up. The bullet of the 50 Desert Eagle made the head shredded like a balloon.

"Ah!"

Although there were several lives in his hand, the current situation made Zhang Wancai so scared that he opened his mouth and made a hopeless cry. He even forgot to fight back with the Type 92 pistol in his hand.

"Wo!"

Another gunshot, and another head was smashed to pieces. The flying skull was mixed with the stilted blood. The heavy .50 desert eagle's gunfire in this closed room is absolutely frightened.

It was not until the third sound of the .50 Desert Eagle, and another person was hit on the head that the 9th floor came to his senses. The women who had already shrank their heads and huddled in the corner began to scream again.

That sound is like a kind of shrill whistle from a fireworks called "hundred birds facing phoenixes" during the Spring Festival. This made Zhang Wancai and his gunmen stagnant, just this stagnation, and a figure fell into the air.

The Type 54 pistol in his hand, "pa-pa-pa..." is almost a continuous shot. As he fell to the ground from the air pipe, he fired at least five bullets. Of course, this is not the same as the firepower of the Type 79 submachine gun. But the terrible thing is that five bullets hit five people and killed two of them.

The man who was hit fell with the submachine gun in his hand, and the trigger with his fingers still pulled, which made the bullets fly around in the hall. The woman hiding nearby was hit by the bullets flying around and howled sadly.

If this is shocking, then the following is terrible.

"Boom..."

In the violent explosion, the sound wave hit the tempered glass of the glass curtain wall. Just a few seconds later, the glass turned into fragments of the day. Facing the outside sky, it has been dyed red and the morning glow has flown.

The warm air is replaced by the cold airflow from the outside in the morning. Under the stairs of the bombed scarlet "Palace Gate", the 20 surviving soldiers, led by their non-commissioned officers, rushed up with Type 95 rifles.

Upstairs, the deadly golden .50 desert eagle made another roar with death characteristics. From the air management, a steel nail flew quietly at this time. At the end of the steel nail was a bright red laser dot on the back of Zhang Wancai's hand.

"Ah... ah... run...!"

With a pain in his hand, Zhang Wancai unconsciously pulled the trigger. The bullet in the Type 92 pistol directly hit the brother in front of him, and the 9mm bullet knocked the brother in front of him directly to the ground.

Zhang Wancai, who knew that he had lost everything, pushed Xue Yiqing out of his arms, and then turned around and ran away.

At the end of the 9th floor of the so-called palace, there is an elevator with an open door. The elevator is piled up with good cigarettes, famous wine and other so-called wealth. At this moment, Zhang Wancai can't take care of these things. In his eyes, nothing is more important than saving his life.

At this time, he pulled out another pistol with his left hand and shot quickly outside the elevator. He was afraid that he was afraid of the guy who shot his head and used the .50 Desert Eagle to aim at his head.

If you want to suffer, I'm afraid I'll only have a dead end!

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