Chapter 740: It’s not easy to deal with (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Chapter 740 is difficult to deal with (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

The offensive and defensive positions were changed in an instant. Faced with the threat of death, Xu Chuan's adrenaline surged in his body and he could not feel the temperature from the hot muzzle of the M60 at all.

With an excited smile on his face, he pulled the trigger facing Robert's handsome face.

This kind of game is simply a sure-fire game, how can the Flying Dragon Rider lose?

 Then he felt a little unable to control the M60 in his left hand. His body was staggered by a huge force, and the muzzle of his right hand was pointed slightly crooked.

 “Bang” the bullet was shot out, almost grazing Robert’s temple.

 Then Xu Chuan felt a kick on his chest. The MP7 and bulletproof plate hanging on his chest made direct contact with his ribs. He groaned but did not retreat. Whoever retreated at this time would die.

 The Glock 19 continues to shoot. It is an automatic weapon and not a bolt-action rifle. Just pull the trigger.

The other party also reacted very quickly. The M60 had lost its effect at this time. Robert let go and rushed forward, crashing directly into Xu Chuan's arms.

This was not an embrace between lovers, it was like being hit by an out-of-control car. Xu Chuan almost flew out.

Her right hand was held by the opponent at the same time. This woman's hands looked inconspicuous, but they looked like two pairs of iron pliers.

How could Xu Chuan let her succeed? He swept out a low whip kick with his left leg and hit the opponent's calf firmly. Xu Chuan only felt that he was kicked on a steel bar.

But it was enough to make the opponent lose his balance. Perhaps because he felt that it was not easy to defeat Xu Chuan in a simple physical fight, Robert took the initiative to retreat and at the same time took out two Systemma-Colt 1927s from his waist, which were produced in Argentina. M1911.

Xu Chuan used his left hand to protect his head. The gun in his right hand fired in Robert's direction immediately. At the same time, he lowered his center of gravity and quickly retreated outside the wall hole.

There was a burst of gunfire. Xu Chuan hid outside the wall and gasped for air. He was shot at least twice, but luckily they were all hit on the bulletproof board.

This is definitely one of the enemies with the strongest individual abilities that Xu Chuan has encountered.

“Don’t you want Grucia? He’s still in my hands.” Xu Chuan spoke in Spanish and took out a grenade again.

"You guys had a falling out? He didn't owe you your salary, right?" He used his voice to cover up the sound of pulling the ring and popping the safety. Before he finished speaking, he threw the grenade into the room.

Turning sideways, the shock wave of the explosion rushed out of the hole. Xu Chuan replaced the magazines of the pistol and MP7, preparing to continue fighting.

After the smoke and dust cleared, there was no movement in the room. Xu Chuan carefully re-entered with his MP7 and carefully searched the inside of the room. However, there was no trace of Robert at all, and only a scratch on the wall was found. of blood.

 “Rub” Xu Chuan cursed, then turned off the MP7’s safety and exited the alert state.

There was the sound of a car engine outside the house, and then the sound of a group of people getting out of the car.

  There was no siren, and the police in Roanapura would have run out of the way when encountering such a thing.

Xu Chuan retreated to the outside of the hole in the wall. Although he guessed that people from the Triads had arrived, he still chose to be cautious.

"Hey, is anyone there?" The person outside the door didn't come in immediately, but shouted outside.

  It turned out that Falme had arrived. Xu Chuan lowered his gun and walked into the house, "It's me."

The HCLI team, led by Falme and Rem, entered the room in battle formation.

"You are moving quite fast." Less than twenty minutes have passed since the accident, and it is not easy for these people to show up in full gear.

"Ha, Cusper said, you can't die." Falme hugged the ACR rifle to his chest, "What happened? It's rare to see you looking so embarrassed."

They heard the explosion, and Kou Kou sent them over just in case. Unexpectedly, something happened to this guy. "Nothing, I met that madman." Xu Chuan replied and took off the MP7 hanging on his body.

“Boss, are you okay?” Zhang Biao came in from the outside with Grucia on his back and threw the kid to the ground.

Xu Chuan then felt as if he had been run over by a car, "MD, this woman is really difficult to deal with."

With Zhang Biao’s help, Xu Chuan took off his tactical vest. A layer of skin was burned off his left hand and he didn’t feel the pain until now.

There were three warheads embedded in the bulletproof plate, one more than he felt. Without the restraints of the tactical vest, Xu Chuan felt that his breathing was much easier.

With his breathing, there were bursts of stinging pain in his chest. Xu Chuan stretched out his hand and pressed twice on his ribs. Fortunately, the bones were probably only cracked and not broken.

"If you have any questions, let's go back first." Rem stood outside the door holding a gun. As the battle ended, more and more people gathered around, and there were many suspicious people among the crowd.

 The Triads are maintaining order and the police are waiting outside. This is a unique scenery in Roana Prairie.

He was right. Xu Chuan simply packed up and got into the HCLI car. There were not enough seats, so Grucia was stuffed into the trunk.

 The car drives away from the scene, and the people from the Triad will handle the follow-up here.

"It seems that the maid is not so easy to deal with." Falme looked at Xu Chuan's injuries with a solemn expression, not because of the severity of the injuries, but because in a one-on-one situation, she may not be able to do this. degree.

Although she always despises each other verbally, she still recognizes Xu Chuan's ability, and it's not like the two of them have never fought against each other.

“That’s right, and she doesn’t care about Grucia’s life. Our young master may need to be re-interrogated on this matter.” Xu Chuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain caused by the bumps of the vehicle.

This guy must have something he hasn't said yet, but he almost got himself killed. The account needs to be settled with him.

There were people standing everywhere on both sides of the road, some watching the excitement and some other gang members coming to inquire about the news. Xu Chuan took a quick glance and saw a very familiar woman.

 “Ha, hiss” He laughed but it hurt his body. Then he gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Parker, “I saw your ex-girlfriend.”

The other party answered quickly and directly sent a question mark.

 "Sosa, Charissa. Sosa" Xu Chuan answered.

 “Whatthefuck…” Then the other party sent a string of swear words.

Xu Chuan put away the phone. This woman's presence here should be a task of the U.S. Department of Defense. She seemed to be from the NSA.

“It’s really lively.” Young Master Xu sighed. Coupled with the fact that the CIA already existed here, Zhang Weixin would probably vomit blood.

But now Zhang Weixin doesn’t know what just happened. He is waiting for Balalaika in the Moscow hotel.

"Tell her, there's no point in hiding." The triad talker was really angry this time. The other party's subordinates actually told him that Balalaika was not there. This clearly showed that he had a guilty conscience.

Zhang Weixin is more convinced that Balalaika hid the target of the United States. If anyone has the ability in this place, many people can do it. However, if anyone has a motive, it can only be this person who has been preparing for it since he was a child. What a fool who fought three wars with the United States.

They are more or less connected with the intelligence agencies of various countries. After all, these organizations will have some shady things that need someone to do, and gangs like them are good tools and scapegoats.

The Moscow Hotel in Balalaika is certainly no exception.

 (End of this chapter)