1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 61 Fuck him! (Wish book friends a happy New Year’s Eve and family reunion)
Zhao Jianjun walked into the elevator with two team members and brushed the floor buttons with his palm to stop the elevator on each floor.

When someone was about to enter the elevator, they saw three silent gangsters holding the 56 pose standing inside, with fierce looks on their faces, and a smile appeared on their lips with difficulty.

The three elevators in Building B follow the same pattern.

Wen Youtian led Team B up the stairs and rushed to 1108.

At this time, Ruan Yuanjia and his men were waiting for the elevator on the eleventh floor. They found that the elevator did not arrive for a long time and stopped once on the first floor. He frowned and turned around to take the brothers up the stairs.

"Fuck."

The wooden door of the staircase was pushed open. Ruan Yuanjia stopped and listened attentively. There was a very clear sound of footsteps in his ears.

Ruan Yuanjia made a gesture, turned around decisively, led people back to the rental house, locked the door, pressed against the wall, and put his left and right fingers together.

The faces of the Vietnamese present changed slightly, and they slowly backed away, pointing their guns at the iron gate.

Wen Youtian raised his arm to signal the brothers on the stairs to stop, picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Report to Old A, the target has been noticed."

"receive."

When Zhao Jianjun heard the report, his face did not change and he issued an order: "Prepare to attack!"

"receive."

"receive."

Wen Youtian raised his gun and approached the exit on the 11th floor. He squatted down patiently to make sure there was no thunder, then carefully pushed the door open and successfully pushed it open. He then waved to the brothers downstairs to follow.

Zhao Jianjun took his brothers out of the elevator on the tenth floor and took the stairs to the eleventh floor.

"Da da da."

"Da da da."

When the elevator door opened on the eleventh floor, a stream of bullets was fired from the muzzles of two guns tilted inside the door.

Clang clang clang.

The elevator was filled with bullet holes, but there was no one in the elevator.

At the same time, Team B, hidden at the corner of the passage, launched a counterattack and fired fiercely at 1108.

These two teams with rich combat experience had many invisible battles before they met, but after they met, the battle was smooth.

Zhao Jianjun had enough shooting space and commanded twelve people to cover Vietnam Tsai's shooting space. However, Vietnam Tsai's shooting angle was limited and he couldn't take advantage at all. He immediately chose to retreat into the house and wait for the brutal indoor close-range battle to happen.

"Team A covers, while Team B creeps closer and controls the exit of the room."

Zhao Jianjun had captured his opponent's thoughts, but still issued the order for Team B to move forward. He saw six people from Team B divided into two groups, in front and back, crawling forward in a three-and-three system, while Team A suppressed the door of the room with firepower.

A Vietnamese guy who wanted to throw a grenade was forced back by a hail of bullets before he could go out. He had to use the angle of the wall to throw a grenade at an angle, which is the "geometric mine" in shooting games.

However, the accuracy of this method is extremely low in reality. When the grenade is thrown, the team members have already evaded it.

As the grenade exploded, the entire Chongqing Building sounded the alarm.

Zhao Jianjun led his men and pressed directly on him. The dense gunfire in the corridor was louder than the alarm bell. Twelve people fired alternately, pouring out ammunition. The intensity of the firepower made the Vietnamese dare not even stay in the living room.

Stray bullets that swept into the living room from time to time had already smashed the sofa, wardrobe, and glass.

"TMD, you are stubborn and stubborn!"

Director Zhao made a comment, but the two teams of personnel were already pressed against the four walls in front of the room. Bullets were fired directly into the room.

The Vietnamese boy was running around in the room, and someone had opened the window to see if there was an escape route.

Because the opponent's combat quality was staggering. He was not a gunman from a gang seeking revenge as imagined. He must be a professional soldier, and the slogan he shouted was very familiar, which brought back painful memories in the minds of many Vietnamese.

They moved to Southeast Asia, killing people and looting money everywhere. The arrogance they exerted was worn away by Zhao Jianjun's calm and step-by-step command.

Li Yongbin took the initiative to ask for help: "Old A, I will lead people to attack!"

"no need!"

Zhao Jianjun had a cold face, took out a grenade, held it in his hand and said, "Get ready to throw the grenade!"

All team members present obeyed the order and took out their grenades. Li Yongbin also held the thunder in his hand, but he still said timidly: "Old A, let's throw the thunder together, won't the noise be too big?"

"Big bird!"

Zhao Jianjun scolded: "Everything that happens is caused by the Vietnamese. Who threw the thunder first? We are counterattacking in self-defense. The enemy makes mistakes again and again. Fuck him!"

With an order, everyone pulled out the plugs and threw them into the door together.

Boom boom boom.

Boom boom boom.

These guys who have been on the battlefield really don't think of hand grenades as big things. They are just throwing two things that make a sound when they have nothing to do. Wouldn't it be a waste not to throw them collectively? You know, the power of a grenade is not as powerful as imagined. A grenade blew up the house into flames. Damn, these are all special effects in the movie.

Even if a dozen grenades exploded in the room, there was no fire!

However, the wall Zhao Jianjun and others were leaning on shook off a lot of dust. After throwing the grenades, the experienced soldiers covered their ears with both hands and waited for the explosion to end, then rushed into the room with guns and fired continuously. .

Ruan Yuanjia was hiding in the toilet, holding a Type 56 flat thorn in his mouth, leaning quietly and waiting for Zhao Jianjun and others to approach.

He just heard a familiar voice during the fight, and he will never forget that voice!

The brothers were outnumbered and the terrain was unfavorable. They were surrounded by them in a small room. They had nothing to say. It was not a crime of war. But now he has no idea of ​​​​escape, and he is even grateful for the opportunity to return this saber to his owner!

……

Zhang Ziwen shook off the paparazzi behind him and just arrived at Nathan Road where Chungking Mansions is located when he was suddenly stopped by two police cars rushing out in front of him.

Huang Zhiming got out of the car with a group of police officers, showed his ID, raised his pistol and shouted: "Get out of the car!"

Zhang Ziwen opened the car door, got out of the car slowly, and raised his hands: "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Check ID!"

Huang Zhiming said: "I suspect that there are wanted criminals and prohibited items in your car. Now you and the vehicle will be searched."

Zhang Ziwen shrugged: "Please do so."

boom!
At this time, a huge air wave swept out from the 11th floor of Chungking Tower in the distance, and the glass on the upper and lower floors exploded.

Huang Zhiming suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his collar, whispering: "I warned you!"

"A sir!"

Zhang Ziwen suddenly shouted: "Are you threatening me?"

"Sir Huang, no problem." A police officer quickly ran over and handed over three ID cards: "All three people have legal documents."

"You're not the same Mainland boy you were before, you've changed your car." The voice was very low.

Huang Zhiming looked at the guy who was searching the car. When he saw the guy shaking his head helplessly, he couldn't help but loosen his grip and said, "If your hands are not clean, be careful of retribution."

"Good citizens can't pay for me, and they can't have anything to do with me."

Zhang Ziwen slapped Huang Zhiming's hand away and straightened his collar: "Anyone who has a relationship with me, I don't think it's wrong to line up and shoot him. Sir Huang, don't you want to have something to do with me too?"

"What do you mean, you are threatening me in turn?" Huang Zhiming was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

Zhang Ziwen took two steps closer and whispered: "I'm warning you, you can mess with me, but don't mess with my brother."

Huang Zhiming's expression changed.

Zhang Ziwen said meaningfully: "They won't think you are a good person."

Da da.

Da da.

In the room, Li Yongbin, Wen Youtian and others were reloading their guns on the corpse, firing continuously in short bursts, but Ruan Yuanjia's body was never found. Zhao Jianjun was keenly aware that there was someone in the toilet. He walked slowly closer and finally stopped at the door. With a suspicious look on his face, he took out the grenade and pulled out the plug: "Ding!"

It seems that I can't figure it out.
　On New Year's Eve, I have nothing else to give you but a full-on chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)