Sister, you miss me

Stepping on blood and fire, Yang Feng stepped on broken glass concrete, broken limbs, all the way to the fire-proof staircase.

Choosing the elevator is no different than walking into the coffin, which Yang Feng will automatically ignore.

There was a mess of footsteps above his head. Yang Feng stopped. A foot had just appeared at the corner of the stairs. Yang Feng shot it away. Amidst the cry of pain, one body fell to his knees and Yang Feng shot his head.

For a moment, the gunshots were loud, but Yang Feng was missing.

A grenade rolled down, Yang Feng picked it up and threw it back.

The grenade exploded, and a piece of ghost cried and howled.

This time, Yang Feng learned the lesson. Everyone fills up their guns, absolutely not keeping alive, absolutely not in case.

Yang Feng's body consumes a lot of energy. If it weren't for successful cultivation, he would have been unable to hold it. Even so, his legs would be filled with lead, fifty or so layers, and he didn't even dare to think about it. Steps, go up step by step.

Just going upstairs is very strenuous, quite choking, and I have to concentrate on dealing with the overwhelming spears and arrows.

On the tenth floor, Yang Feng had two Type 92, and even the spare magazines were all lit up. He dropped the pistol and drew out the special war dagger.

The special war dagger is made of tungsten steel, frosted, non-reflective, and similar in shape to the Horqin dog leg knife.

Roughly speaking, Yang Feng couldn't help but secretly startled. Tonight, he has already over a hundred dead souls. Isn't that a veritable one hundred people?

Yang Feng kept climbing under his feet, breathing hard, like an old bellows.

On the fifteenth floor, Yang Feng really couldn't walk anymore. He wanted to sit down and rest, but he couldn't. First, the two leaders and Nie Qing would give the lead at any time. After all his hard work, how could he fail; The desire to sit down and rest is so strong that all the muscles and bones are protesting. He has no doubt that once he compromises, once his will is surrendered to his body, he will probably never stand up again and never go upstairs.

There was another sound of footsteps, and the opponent was no less than six people.

Yang Feng stood still, gasping for breath, then poured the little bit of true energy into the dagger, and then flew the dagger away.

The dagger spun, reaping life.

The sound of the six bodies rolling down one after another, Yang Feng passed by them, and all they saw in their eyes was puzzled and no panic.

The dagger fell outside the two steps. However, the distance one step passed in this usual day was like a moat at this moment, and his legs were heavier than a thousand feet.

Just stepping up a step, the body is a huge stagger.

He stretched his hand to the dagger, but there was a bullet jumping under his foot.

Yang Feng rolled on the spot and caught the dagger in his hand. The opponent fired repeatedly, and he stepped back.

When the opponent's bullet hit the air, Yang Feng threw the dagger.

The dagger whirled just like a boomerang. The opponent turned his head to avoid it. The dagger whirled strangely. The opponent only felt cold in his ears. He stretched out his hand and touched it. The ear was half missing and he wiped blood.

"Damn it!" Of course he saw that Yang Feng was already at the end of the battle. "It's really hard for you, but you met me."

"It's you?" Yang Feng frowned, remembering the familiar voice faintly, and he smiled: "Thank you, even though you didn't give me a ride."

"Are you the driver?" The other party was shocked.

"Your last name?" Yang Feng was shaking and shaking with his dagger.

"You are an amazing driver. The boss told me to come back and say that someone is difficult to deal with. I never thought it was you." The other party smiled and said, "You can call me Harry."

"I will remember this name. I will pierce your heart with the dagger in my hand."

"Get on the road, you have enough money."

Harry pulled the trigger and two bullets shot out.

Yang Feng did not evade, opened his left hand and grabbed it hard, then closed.

Harry's eyes were round, staring at Yang Feng's left hand, he couldn't believe that anyone in this world could catch a bullet with his palm?

Yang Feng knew that Harry's attention was focused on his left hand, his left hand suddenly opened, and of course there was nothing inside.

Harry was taken aback for a while, knowing he had been fooled, and he had just raised his gun to shoot, a dagger pierced his heart.

Looking at the young, determined face close at hand, and the deep and bright eyes, Harry sighed and felt the vitality fly by.

Harry moved his mouth and smiled. He didn't know if it was helpless or relieved. As his body fell, he murmured, "You are that driver, a great driver..."

Harry fell down and closed his eyes.

Yang Feng leaned on the dagger, desperately not to let any part of his feet touch the ground.

...

"Look, there is someone in the water!"

On the other side of Colin, a few people focused on the phone screen, but Jacob noticed an abnormal movement in the water.

A few people hurriedly looked over, and Chen Qiang was pleasantly surprised: "It is Fang Guohao, Chen Dazhuang, and Blade. They, they are all alive! Leng Yue, hurry, find a rope to pull them up."

Chen Qiang immediately ordered his little friend who escaped with him.

Qin Zhong, Long Xiaoyun, and Jacob walked closer to the river, and they saw a thinner young man standing on top of two big men. The two big men each had only one hand paddling.

"Big Zhuang, it's Big Zhuang." Long Xiaoyun waved his hand excitedly, tears couldn't help but drip, "Big Zhuang, here, come on!"

"Head of Dragon..."

After life and death, Chen Dazhuang was also very cordial when he saw Long Xiaoyun, and his voice was a little choked.

Jacob couldn't help shaking his head. These young people are worthy of being the elites of the army of the Republic. They have fought for a long time with the enemy of several times.

"This river is one kilometer wide!" Jacob exclaimed.

Chen Qiang and Leng Yue found the rope and quickly dragged Fang Guohao, Chen Dazhuang, and Blade up.

The three of them were completely collapsed, lying on the ground on all sides, not even bother to move their fingers.

"Fang Guohao, where are the other brothers?"

Chen Qiang grabbed Fang Guohao's wet collar and asked. Although he could think of it, he still didn't want to believe it.

"It's all gone!" Fang Guohao closed his eyes, and two teardrops rolled out of his eyes.

"Dazhuang, how are you? Your brother's affairs...you have to be sad." Long Xiaoyun grabbed Chen Dazhuang's sturdy arm and said with red eyes.

"Head Dragon, I'm fine." Chen Dazhuang choked with a sob, suddenly remembering something, and said: "Look at the blade, he was shot in the calf."

Qin Zhong walked to the blade and squatted down, stroking the wound he was shot with with one hand. The skin of the wound was a little white under the light because of the river soaking.

"You are..." The blade looked at Qin Zhong with a stunned expression on his face.

"He is the chief." Long Xiaoyun explained.

"Little comrade, hold back."

Before Qin Zhong finished his words, the blade screamed, feeling a sharp pain like skinning and cramping.

The chief opened his palm, and a bloody warhead appeared in his palm.

"Disinfect the little comrade."

In astonishment, Qin Zhong turned his back and commanded indifferently.

"Oh."

Previously, I felt that the leader was domineering and leaking, but now it is magical. Chen Qiang was inspired. Everyone didn't bring any medicine, so they could only use gunpowder to disinfect.

Chen Qiang unloaded the magazine, ejected a 7.62mm pistol ammunition, pulled the warhead down with a dagger, and dumped the gunpowder on the wound of the blade.

The blade had just bitten a leather belt, and there was a "chick" on his leg, and a blue flame burst into the air. The air immediately filled the air with a smell of burnt protein, and the blade let out a low roar, almost fainting.

"Chief, do you have any knowledge of the situation, have the reinforcements arrived?" Fang Guohao looked at Qin Zhong eagerly. Although Qin Zhong turned his face sideways, Fang Guohao still felt familiar.

"There are no reinforcements." Qin Zhong said lightly, and then changed the conversation, "However, Nie Kangtian, Nie Qing, and Zhou Weiguo are not dead yet."

"Zhou Ju is still alive?" Fang Guohao sat up suddenly.

"However, it is not far from death." Qin Zhong's voice was low, and he handed the phone to Long Xiaoyun, who in turn brought the phone to Fang Guohao.

Chen Dazhuang, Daofeng, Chen Qiang, and Leng Yue all approached the screen.

"Zhou Ju and Nie Qing were also captured?" Fang Guohao mumbled, "Chief, I have a situation here."

"What's the situation?" Qin Zhong's eyes lit up.

"Head, you seem to be alone." Chen Dazhuang blurted out.

"Who is it like?" Qin Zhong looked at Chen Dazhuang, his eyes lightened.

"Ah—" Chen Dazhuang cried out painfully, the chief's gaze could hardly be looked directly, he shook his head, "I just thought, now I forgot."

"Fang Guohao, you speak."

Fang Guohao nodded: "Originally, we were surrounded by the enemy, and we had to run out of ammunition and food, and we were going to die together. At this time, the enemy even withdrew a part."

"What does this mean?" Qin Zhong frowned.

Fang Guohao shook his head: "I can't tell, it's just a feeling."

"How does it feel?" Qin Zhong asked.

"Perhaps something is in trouble behind them."

"In the rear, it can only be the top floor of the Capitol, which is Bakkawi's live broadcast room. It is heavily guarded. What can be the trouble?"

"what--"

When Qin Zhong finished speaking, Long Xiaoyun exclaimed and pointed to the phone screen and said, "Chief, since both Zhou Ju and Nie Qing are still alive, will Xiao Feng as a pilot be fine?"

Fang Guohao suddenly became excited: "Yes, that kid is not a human at all, he must be okay, he caused trouble to the rear, he attracted firepower and allowed the three of us to survive, this guy...where is he?"

Speaking of the last, the tough guys of Fang Guohao and Rambo couldn't help tears in their eyes.

Chen Dazhuang took a deep breath and said, "Since the two chiefs and one comrade are in the hands of the enemy, and our lives are at stake, we can't save ourselves."

"What can you save?"

Facing Qin Zhong's interrogation, Chen Dazhuang was at a loss for words.

Qin Zhong turned his head to look at Jacob, his face was impatient: "When will your plane arrive?"

Jacob wiped his sweat on his forehead: "It's fast, it's all on the road, two black eagles, and one hunter."

Hearing this, the severely wounded blades all sat up, and their faces were full of excitement. With this, it is still possible to fight and rescue the chief's comrades.

They looked at Qin Zhong's not tall figure, but they gave birth to a heart of admiration and worship for no reason.

"It's Xiaofeng!"

Long Xiaoyun almost cried out. Yang Feng entered the top floor and was only photographed by the camera before it appeared on Jacob's phone screen.

In the picture, Yang Feng had a bloody face and a bloody face, as if crawling out of a blood pool in hell. If he was not an acquaintance, he would not be recognized.