Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 494 The Final Mission ([-])

A cannonball smashed the stone gate, and a cannonball shattered the wall, shaking the entire base.

The gravel on the ceiling does not fall.

Zou Jie commanded everyone to evacuate and at the same time blocked the terrorist army that was chasing.

A grenade was thrown and killed one.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the fangs on the periphery raised their sniper rifles and aimed at him through layers of dust.

A comrade-in-arms saw the red spot on his forehead and jumped at it without hesitation.

"boom--"

Zou Jie stared blankly at the comrade-in-arms in front of him collapsed, forgetting to react.

The bullet hit the back of his head, spattering brains and blood, some of which landed on his fingers.

Fang sneered and aimed again.

"Jie, get down..."

Another policeman rushed to protect him, and the same scene played out before his eyes.

"Fangs—"

Zou Jiexiang roared loudly as if he had been stimulated by some kind, wanting to rush out and tear him apart.

"Jie, everyone is still waiting for you, quit, don't act rashly, we have to live and wait for reinforcements."

Someone shouted to awaken his sanity, and others dragged him away.

"Someone is still alive, he is still alive, take him away, take him away..." Zou Jie shouted hoarsely.

But as if no one heard his roar, he dragged him a step without looking back.

And he couldn't break free, he could only look at the bloody and seriously injured comrade in arms, gave himself a sorry smile, and finally shot himself in the heart.

"Don't—" Zou Jie struggled desperately, his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

The defense of the base is completely destroyed, here, it will fall soon.

The terrorist army is in hot pursuit.

Fang was still immersed in the joy of taking back the base.

If it wasn't for this untimely phone call, he would have continued to play cat and mouse with Zou Jie and the others.

"Boss, the headquarters is under attack by an unknown force."

"Du Ya ordered you to return immediately."

"Who leaked our whereabouts?" The phone was hung up in a hurry, Fang Fang was furious, and stared viciously at the direction Zou Jie and the others left.

Between continuing to hunt down Zou Jie and returning to the headquarters, he chose multiple choices.

"The first team will continue to chase after me, and the rest will immediately return to the headquarters and act."

Zou Jie, I have underestimated you all these years.

The fangs crushed the silver teeth, and the sniper rifle was held in his hand, making a "click" sound as the bullets were loaded.

The terrorist army left, leaving only one or two hundred people.

On Zou Jie's side, less than a hundred people survived, and there were not many bullets left in their hands in the previous fight.

After escaping for so long, they did not actually leave the perimeter of the D. organization base.

Pickup trucks chasing from all directions soon surrounded them.

"Ring, where are you going to flee to? Ten years undercover, you've made me miserable!"

Fang Fang gritted his teeth in his eyes, and he couldn't tear him into pieces.

Zou Jie gripped the gun tightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Back then, it was that look, that look. I chose you, and you didn't disappoint me. Ten years of being an undercover agent and ten years of disguise have allowed you to find D.'s hiding place."

"As expected of a member of the Zou family, you, like the rest of your Zou family, are blindly loyal, cunning and at the same time hopelessly stupid. In order to hunt us down, you took the lives of generations of the family."

"It is you who tried to spread the imprint of the virus strain plan, and the person who aroused the suspicion of the police; it was you who made people surround and suppress the D. It was a good show."

Fang Fang talked to himself, and every time he said a word, he killed one person.

Zou Jie only had hatred in his eyes, he broke free from the restraints and shot him.

In the end, Fang Fang was one step ahead of him and shot through his palm.

His eyes were full of mockery, as if to say: Overthinking one's abilities.

(End of this chapter)