Chapter Fifty Pursuit

  Judging from the gunfire just now, this time the armed police force mobilized about one company of troops.

  These palaces were not taken seriously, what surprised him was that the gunfire inside stopped in less than two minutes. There are only two possibilities: one is that all armed police retreated; the other is that the three team members responsible for blocking the enemy were completely eliminated.

  Chinese military officers like to give orders that must be obeyed, and the armed police will not return empty-handed, obviously it is the second possibility.

  Meng Guangrong and his three teammates' combat effectiveness far exceeds that of the armed police force, which is a fighting force accumulated through actual combat and bloodshed, without any pretence.

  Meng Guangrong and Ming had rich combat experience and were well-coordinated with each other, making it easy for them to hold off the enemy for five minutes.

  Now they were annihilated by the enemy in less than three minutes, which was impossible, but the fact was before him, and he had no choice but to believe it.

  It seems that there are formidable figures on the other side, whose strength is no weaker than their own. Coupled with their armed police forces, they may pose a mortal threat to themselves.

  Suddenly, a thread of unease flashed through his mind, could it be that he would die here?

  A few minutes ago, Miyamoto parted ways with Kaito and Shuichi. Miyamoto knew that splitting up might give them a chance to escape, and his group was stronger than Kaito's, although the Chinese man named Sun Jing was also strong, but overall their strength was still much weaker.

  In his impression, Chinese soldiers were not afraid of death. Now facing the numerically superior Chinese armed police, once being entangled, plus that mysterious master, Miyamoto knew he would really have no way out but to die.

  Divide the troops into two routes, not only can they disperse their attention and forces, but also the best result is to let Tetsuya Kijima and others attract all the pursuing soldiers. As long as that mysterious expert doesn't catch up, I have a 90% chance of bringing the CD back and completing the mission.

  A superior commander will calmly analyze and accurately judge the ever-changing situation on the battlefield, and make the best adjustments and deployments.

  Although Miyamoto is not the strongest warrior, it cannot be denied that he is indeed an excellent commander. However, today he encountered a stronger and more excellent opponent than him, defeat was already destined!

  Miyamoto's bad feeling grew stronger and he felt danger getting closer.

  The mysterious mastermind is still on our tail!

  "Come on! No matter who you are, let's have a showdown!"; "Strengthen the guard and prepare for battle!", muttered in his heart, said with his mouth.

  Form a combat formation with brothers who have been born and died together for many years, hide their bodies, and wait for the enemy to arrive.

  Miura's intuition was spot on, behind them Zhang Hang was leading armed police soldiers in pursuit.

  Just now at a fork in the road, Zhang Hang judged their route of action from a small branch broken off from the trees.

  "Those mercenaries who escaped from the right side left few traces, and it's hard to see if you don't look carefully. Since their combat power is not weak, the CD must be on them. The ones who escaped from the left are Kai Chuan Xiuyi and his gang, our armed police have gone after them. It's really worthy of mercenaries, with a small trick they led all the pursuers away, want to run? Not that easy! Follow me!" Zhang Hang waved his hand and chased after them to the right.

  Awesome!

  It's a bit too much to judge an enemy's strength just by the traces they left behind!

  Although he had yet to encounter the enemy, no one would question Zhang Hang's judgment.

  Other armed police soldiers looked at Zhang Hang in front of them with a respectful gaze, grasping the steel guns in their hands and closely following his figure as he rushed forward.

  "Be cautious, the enemy is right in front of us," Zhang Hang said in a low voice. He knew that dealing with those seasoned mercenaries wasn't about numbers, but strength! If everyone rushed forward, not only would it be useless, but it would also lead to unnecessary casualties.

  The squad leader gave a hand signal to his comrades, the soldiers dispersed and hid everywhere, their eyes wide open, cautiously advancing forward.

  Just then, a fierce gunshot came from afar, and the class leader knew that his comrades had caught up with Kai Chuanxiu and his gang.

  These normally well-trained warriors are far inferior to the commander in front of them, with a combat power difference of several levels. One person killed three mercenaries in the blink of an eye, and I don't know which unit they came from, but they were so powerful!

  The class monitor had barely finished speaking when Zhang Hang said: "Prepare for battle!"

  Although it was evening and visibility was limited, Zhang Hang could clearly feel that the enemy was just ahead, not far away. At the same time, he felt a hint of hidden danger, as if there were eyes staring at him all around.

  Watch out! Sniper ahead! Enemy has a sniper!

  This feeling of being targeted by others is very bad and very dangerous!

  "Get down, find cover, the enemy has a sniper!" Zhang Hang's words were not finished, when suddenly a "bang" was heard, and the squad leader fell to the ground.

  Shot in the head, killed with one bullet.

  Whoa! The other side has night vision goggles.

  "Class monitor! I f**k your little Japanese grandma!"

  Dada

  Dada

  The other eight warriors were hot-blooded and pulled the trigger, sweeping their submachine guns wildly at the suspicious position in front of them.

  Although no bullet hit him, the whizzing bullets around him temporarily suppressed him from firing a second shot.

  Dead ahead one o'clock position.

  With the scorching air wave and spark generated by the bullet, Zhang Hang instantly locked onto the sniper's position.

  In the midst of other armed police officers' indiscriminate firing, Zhang Hang quietly crept towards the sniper, one meter, two meters...

  Less than fifteen meters of road, Zhang Hang spent nearly two minutes. The bullets of the submachine gun are not long-eyed, he does not want to die under the gun of his comrades and become a martyr.

  I saw him.

  He was disguised quite well, and when he saw him almost merging with the dark night earth, Zhang Hang couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration in his eyes.

  But compared with Hui Guang's ghostly light, it was still far from it.

  If he were to wet a strip of cloth with his own urine and wrap it around the muzzle, it would effectively reduce the flash from the gun when firing, thus reducing the chance of being exposed; if he could move slightly, even just one or two meters away, he wouldn't be exposed so quickly.

  These are mistakes that only a rookie would make, how could he have made them? Zhang Hang's originally clever mind was now somewhat dull due to his actions. Perhaps it was because he had great skills and was overconfident, or perhaps the darkness gave him confidence and courage, allowing him to lie there without any worries.

  You dare to come to China and act wildly with such a rookie's skill? You're too arrogant and don't know your own strength. Zhang Hang now has a hint of disdain in his eyes.

  At this moment, the sniper was still quietly lying on the ground, constantly adjusting his shooting direction, looking for the next target, unaware that death had already quietly arrived beside him.

  Perhaps realizing that shooting without a clear target was no different from wasting bullets, the fingers of the armed police officers loosened slightly.

  Taking advantage of the sparse gunfire, Zhang Hang's figure burst out, like a leopard that had been lurking for a long time and was extremely hungry, swinging its sharp claws and suddenly pouncing on its prey with full force.

  With a "thud", the dagger was viciously inserted into the enemy's back, all the way to the hilt, accurately and flawlessly piercing his heart.

  "Ah!"; The sniper let out a painful cry, his fingers on the trigger were powerless to pull again, feeling the strength in his body disappear instantly, he unwillingly opened his mouth, stared wide-eyed, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground with a thud.

  He didn't understand until his death how he let the enemy get close to him. This question, he could only ask King Yan for advice!

  He drew out his dagger and a stream of blood shot out. The air was suddenly filled with the thick smell of blood.

  The sky is as black as ink, covering the earth, and a desolate atmosphere fills the space between heaven and earth.

  Zhang Hang didn't hesitate, grabbed the sniper rifle and quickly left the original location, rolling to one side.

  Bang! Bang!

  Bang bang bang!

  The other mercenaries heard the scream and knew that their companion had been killed. They couldn't help but burst into a rage, with their guns spewing out flames of revenge, and the whistling bullets chased Zhang Hang's figure flying everywhere.

  Bullets' scorching waves closely followed Zhang Hang's figure, and the flying bullets splashed the mud under his feet everywhere.

  Zhang Hang plunged into a large cluster of trees, the bullets that closely followed him cut through the trees like sickles, and the rows of trees that were cut down fell neatly in rows.

  Miura and his men had made up their minds that no matter where Zhang Hang hid, they would strike him down with one blow!

  In the twinkling of an eye, the steel guns in the hands of the armed police soldiers showed their elegance in time, and the righteous bullets swept wildly towards the mercenaries' position.

  Miura and others had to split into two groups to counterattack, the armed police finally achieved their goal, greatly relieving Zhang Hang's pressure.

  A fierce battle unfolded.

  Suddenly, gunfire erupted, deafeningly loud.

  Zhang Hang dodged into the thicket, his body tightly pressed against the ground. Bullets kept flying over his head, followed by a series of rolls, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the other side of the thicket. He lay down, picked up the sniper rifle, and put his finger on the trigger to search for targets.

  Target locked in two seconds.

  A single shot rang out, and a mercenary's forehead exploded in a shower of blood as he fell to the ground with a thud.

  Immediately afterwards, there were two more "bangs", and two guns fired, followed by two mournful cries. He knew that he had knocked down two more.

  Zhang Hang's face was expressionless, he didn't dare hesitate, and immediately rolled on the spot, dodging to one side.

  There were still three left, Zhang Hang silently counted in his heart.

  Judging from the gunfire of the armed police, two soldiers have already been killed. Fortunately, thanks to the large amount of firepower I attracted earlier, otherwise the casualties of the armed police would be even greater.

  Although their combat effectiveness is not as good as theirs, every one of them is a talent cultivated by the country with great effort, and their families are still waiting for them to return home safely and share family happiness.

  Everyone is a vibrant life, for the motherland and the people, they selflessly dedicate their youth and hot blood, they should live on! Facing international mercenaries, they shouldn't have come, but they not only came, but also followed themselves into battle without hesitation, using their own lives to fulfill their original oath to defend their homes and country!

  Knowing there are tigers on the mountain, they still head towards the tiger mountain. This is how men show their true character. They are real warriors and heroes!

  Because China has countless of them, so the military soul of the Chinese army is passed down from generation to generation, so China stands proudly among the nations of the world!

  The situation doesn't allow Zhang Hang to think too much. After readjusting his position, he sets up his sniper rifle and searches for the last three targets.

  At this time, Miyamoto's heart was both surprised and fearful. Even for himself, it would be impossible to continuously kill three companions in such a short period of time under such dangerous circumstances, unless they were completely unguarded and he suddenly launched a surprise attack.

  The opponent is calm, steady and swift, every shot is fatal!

  Good heavens! What kind of opponent have we encountered? In China, I don't think there's such a powerful troop, unless...

  It's impossible. This is just a folk legend. Do they really exist? How can they suddenly appear here and even let themselves be found? Impossible!

  But the cruel reality made his brain a bit numb, and the murderous aura in the air was slowly collapsing Miyamoto's psychological defense.

  "Damn it, brothers, let's go all out against them!" Mottomo yelled loudly.

  The remaining three mercenaries vented their anger, fear and guilt with bullets, nearly a thousand rounds per second, the dense hail of bullets shredded leaves and snapped trees wherever they went.

  In an instant, two more armed police officers were injured.

  Facing the three mercenaries who were about to lose their minds, Zhang Hang easily knocked down two of them with a raise of his hand, leaving only Miyamoto still there pouring out bullets.

  He was so focused that he didn't even notice when the other two companions beside him fell down.