Dc Rage Dragon

Chapter 42

Xiacheng District, Port Pomo.

Waves of the port continuously poured out white foam, accompanied by strong music on the shore, hitting the wall of Qiancang with hundreds of holes.

“Da da da da da da da”

Continuous gunfire sounded constantly in “Reverse War”, really like a battlefield, gunsmoke bullets blasted at the roof top, blasting dust flying wildly.

The guys from the Russian Gang and the black guys who broke their hands, the gangsters in the two groups of trades were angry and annoyed, and their hearts were furious. Originally a good deal, just like this to the bastard who didn’t know where it came from, playing music on the loudspeaker at night.

“Come out! Come out to me!”

The black man of the severed hand roared, holding a cheap AK47, emitting a continuous tongue of fire, and toward the music location, the roof was riddled with holes and dust was flying around.

“Damn bastard, blow him up.” A black man with a severed hand yelled angrily. His man pulled out a Mark II, also known as a pineapple grenade, directly from the back of his waist, pulled out the fuse, and turned to the music right away. Throw away the most explosive rooftop.

When the small pineapple-shaped grenade was parabolic in the sky, a dark, vigorous figure, like a cheetah, jumped out on the rooftop, accompanied by music, across the alleys, and jumped onto the rooftop next door.

‘boom’

A large amount of dust exploded from the original rooftop. The two groups of gangsters opened their eyes slightly and saw the person behind them. They quickly turned their guns, chased the black shadows, and shot them one after another.

“Damn, you still have grenades!”

The Russian gang saw that the people of the broken hand gang came out with a big killer such as a hand grenade, and couldn’t help but roar with blue veins on their necks. The sound of gunfire and music here is too loud, and he can’t help but roar out his throat to make others hear him.

“That guy took the horn on him, it’s so fucking arrogant! What kind of weapon do you have, hurry up and explode him!”

The people who cut off their hands were uncomfortable, so they took it with them.

As a gangster, it is normal to wear a hand grenade to defend yourself.

“Hold!”

The Russians couldn’t bear it anymore, “Take things out and blow him up!”

A big Russian man kicked over the greasy oil can and tin barrel beside him, and took out an RPG-7 rocket launcher from it.

The leader of the broken hand gang shot with AK in his hand, staring wide-eyed, watching the Russian gang take out the bazooka, and couldn’t help but yell at them: “Fuck, take out the bazooka, what do you Russians want to do!”

This bazooka is not a simple guy, the RPG-7 bazooka has a famous and brilliant record.

In 1993, the U.S. military operation in the African country Somalia arrested the great warlord Aidid. Unexpectedly, Somali militants used RPG rocket launchers to knock down two Black Hawk helicopters of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment of the U.S. Army.

It was later adapted into a movie Black Hawk Falling based on real events.

It also became famous in the Chechen War. Because in a battle, the Chechen rebels relied on the SVD and this bazooka, leaving only 11 of the 1,000 Russian troops to return.

Therefore, the leader of the Shoushou Gang felt his scalp numb, and he did not expect the Russian Gang to have such a big killer.

People in the Russian Gang are noncommittal. As a gang, it is normal to bring some heavy weapons and rocket launchers to defend yourself!

Immediately, the Russian guy lifted the bazooka on his shoulders, aimed at the window on the lower floor of the roof, and pressed the launch. The plume erupted and shot towards the building where the music was played.

The next moment, a dark and vigorous figure, like a leopard, jumped out of the rooftops and jumped across several rooftops in rapid succession. Rocket-assisted grenades plunged directly into the small building, and a blast of explosion flame rose from the small building. All the small buildings exploded into flames, and in the dark night, extremely noticeable flames rose into the sky, and the sky was full of rubble and dust.

And the music on him never stopped.

Wherever the shadow jumps, where is the music. The gunfire also followed continuously.

The two groups of gangsters covered their faces and blew up gravel and dust, and their guns continued to chase the shadows.

suddenly.

A grenade-like object was thrown from the rooftop and directly onto the heads of two groups of gangsters.

“Avoid! Protect your eyes!”

An experienced gangster roared loudly.

The next moment, the grenade on their heads exploded, and the entire Port of Pomo exploded with a flash of light.

“It’s a flash bomb!”

“my eyes!!”

“Eye!”

“Don’t mess up, lie down.”

Many people were blinded by the sudden flash of light. Their eyes were white and sorrowful, and their eyes were sore. Some people subconsciously held up their guns and shot them nearby, wailing and falling to the ground. There are also experienced people who avoid injury and lie down on the ground for the first time to avoid accidental injuries to their own people.

The next moment, the music suddenly turned to an alley, and a half-slap-sized smoke bomb was thrown out from the dark, music-filled alley, and flew in between them.

“Hey…”

The smoke bomb emitted strong smoke, and the location of the two groups of people instantly became a place buried by the smoke, and only the chaotic silhouettes of people were wailing and rolling.

The figure of Alex, wearing a black windbreaker, a hood and a smooth silver mask, holding two black desert eagles, shook his body with Zhang Jie’s “Converse War” music and the singing of the system, from the dark Out of the alley.

“It’s you guy!!!”

Seeing a shadow of someone coming out, the lying gangster raised their guns in anger and fiercely, shooting bullets all the way in front of Alex, shooting along his feet.

Alex stepped on his feet and stuck his weird feet directly on the wall. The windbreaker at the bottom shook behind his back and quickly ran up the wall. The bullets under his feet followed his steps and shot on the ground, hitting him. Dust was shot up on the wall that I ran over.

Alex’s arms were straight, the black two-gun Desert Eagle in his hand, ran on the wall and began to burst into flames.

‘boom’

‘boom’

‘boom’

‘boom’

Time seemed to slow down the moment Alex stepped on the wall, at least in Alex’s eyes, their resistance was as slow as a three-year-old kid’s movements.

Alex was not fast enough for bullets, and he couldn’t avoid bullets, but the moment they aimed at themselves, they were enough to avoid the muzzle. This allowed Alex to run up the wall as if he could avoid bullets.

Accompanied by the fire tongue of the double-gun Desert Eagle, every bullet hit a hundred shots, shot into the thick fog, the thick fog ripples brought by the bullet, like the bullet trajectory of the Matrix, pleasing to the eye and extremely cruel. As for the bullet track chasing the wall following his footsteps, it also stopped. Because the person who shot has been shot to death.

When the double-gun Desert Eagle shot 14 rounds, Alex ran up to the wall and rolled in the air. The double-gun turned the gun head on his index finger, turned it over, and inserted it into his waist. The black figure fell from the air, stepping steadily on the ground, the hem of the windbreaker was hanging down, the silver smooth mask pupil, looking straight at the smoke.

“Fighting is the starting point for our heroes… I want to control my power… show off my momentum…”

The music played by the system still surrounds him.

There are no survivors. There are only two million dollars and a box of white powder left in the smoke.

He stepped and walked out of the dark alley, accompanied by background music, towards the smoke that had been gradually dissipated by the sea breeze.

Xiao Xiao, hiding in the dark, began to move around.