Chapter 54

Scott felt like he was going crazy.

What happened?

I just sent off a wave of attacks and didn't sleep well, but there was another wave.

What are you taking me for?

Public toilets?

Come and go if you want!

Holding a small pistol and wearing only a pair of underwear, Scott curled up in the corner, carefully opened the curtain and looked out.

Seeing an armored car rampaging around the courtyard and slaughtering his men, Scott wanted to cry without tears.

He is a new gang in the border area. He has not attracted many men, let alone fight. As a result, those men were almost killed and injured in the first wave of attacks. Now the only thing left is his staunch confidant, who will be reimbursed.

Fortunately, I have support.

At the thought of support, Scott felt like a knife in his heart. The elite killers of the Gabriel family, TMD is a group of masters... No... a group of ancestors.

Because there were casualties among them in the first wave of attacks, and they couldn't even leave each other's bodies, these elite killers of the Gabriel family were angry.

It's hard, Scott. It's giving money and women.

If his wife hadn't been old and weak, Scott would have been eager to contribute his daughter-in-law.

But even so, Scott still sent his sister out and casually picked up his just 16-year-old daughter to appease the grumpy men.

Now Scott can only pray that his sister and daughter don't serve those gentlemen too comfortably, so that they don't have the strength to get up from bed now.

Scott thought more. Those dozen big men were not the thugs of ordinary gangs. They were former special soldiers from various countries who had been discharged from the army and had undergone strict military training.

Although life has indeed degenerated a lot after joining the Gabriel family, he still maintains high vigilance.

So at the same time when the armored car rushed into the manor, they got up one after another, took up arms and were ready for battle.

Unfortunately, as soon as they rushed out of their residence, they looked up and saw a man standing on the top of the opposite wall, carrying a black, round, long and thick cylinder, looking around.

This is Sharon.

He was worried that he could not find the shooting target. He saw a group of big men rushing out of a small building with guns. Without saying a word, he immediately aimed at the small building.

Iron Fist: developed by German hasag company during World War II, it is an anti tank bazooka known as "tank killer", but it is more used to fight helicopters and attack fortified positions. After all, it has a louder slogan - RPG!

Although the official production has been stopped in name, in fact, this kind of rocket launcher with large quantity and high cost performance is still active in battlefields all over the world.

Even gangs love this thing.

For example, Huck, the former leader of the toum family, the bearer of Sangxi city and the surrounding towns and slums, and a lover who likes to be carved by human flesh, has also collected several.

It happened to be all cheap to Sharon.

The elites of the Gabriel family, former Special Forces soldiers from various countries, just came out of the room and saw a fireball flying in front of them.

With a "Falk", the small building exploded.

Looking at the small building shrouded in flames in the upper half, and then looking at several big men who jumped down from the second floor during the explosion.

Sharon drew another bullet from behind, inserted it into the cylinder, and then sent another shot to the first floor of the small building.

Die before you leave the school, and make the hero cry!

More than a dozen elites of the Gabriel family opened their posture, put on their shapes and spread their formations. How could they resist the attack of hundreds of ordinary soldiers? However, they were killed by Sharon with two RPGs.

What does this mean?

This fully shows that gangs come to no good end!

"That's it?"

Sharon has some unfinished business. He's carrying three shells. Only two shots and the battle ended?

Listen, the gunfire from Rambo is getting weaker and weaker. It is estimated that the old tough man can basically kill almost everything he can.

Then, adhering to the principle of no waste, Sharon took out the last shell and raised his hand to the burning building.

With a bang, the small building collapsed completely.

Originally, several elites escaped two RPG explosions and were desperately moving outward. As a result, with Sharon's crazy third RPG, they were completely buried under the ruins of the small building.

Looking at the sea of fire outside the window, Scott's face turned white. He knew very well that all his imaginary hopes had been buried in that sea of fire.

Soon, Scott heard the continuous gunfire in his villa. It was obvious that the enemy had invaded the villa.

Scott clenched the pistol, the elite of the Gabriel family were destroyed, and his wine bags were even more useless.

Sure enough, in the past ten minutes, the door of his bedroom was kicked open from the outside. Scott used his bed as a shelter and fired several shots at the door.

Unfortunately, there was no one outside. On the contrary, the glass window behind him smashed, and a figure kicked Scott from the side of the bed to the side of the bed.

"A small Gang is a small Gang. It's much easier than Huck."

Sharon moved his neck, strode forward, picked up Scott who had been kicked by him, dragged him out of the window and threw him on the lawn outside.

Then Rambo replaced Monica from the driver's seat and drove the armored car himself, roaring over Scott.

Listening to the "creak" sound under the wheel, Monica's face turned white and got into Sharon's arms. Sharon patted her on the back and asked warmly, "how about going back to have braised meat?"

Although Monica didn't know what kind of dish "braised meat" was, she just needed the word "meat", so she couldn't help throwing up.

Sharon laughed badly, and Rambo drove an armored car covered with red and white things and slowly stopped in front of him: "well, everything is over, it's time to go!"

"You can go. You have to change a car. It's too conspicuous to drive this thing." Sharon pointed to the garage not far away. "I saw a few Hummers parked there just now. They look very good."

At this time, the walkie talkie in the armored vehicle suddenly rang: "someone... Help..."

With a noise, communication was interrupted.

Sharon and Rambo's faces suddenly cooled down. They heard it. It was Zelaya who shouted.

These two evil spirits just pushed two gang nests and killed at least more than 100 militants. It's not fun. I didn't expect someone to come to the door now.

Sharon turned over and got in the car. "Click" put the heavy machine gun on again. Rambo stepped on the accelerator, and the armored vehicle roared out like a crazy beast.

"Huh?"

Monica, who was vomiting against the wall, stared at the back of the armored car in the distance.

"I wipe, two brothers, have you forgotten something?"