At that moment, the Blue Liberators who had entered the steel plant and were attacking the inner areas, attempting to capture the core personnel, also heard the gunfire from the main gate.
With no response over the radio, a group of over twenty men rushed out from the rear with AKs. Seeing Lu Zheng, they raised their guns and fired.
Lin Wan pulled Zhao Xiaodao and the other two women to a spot at the side rear safe from bullets, then peeked out to watch.
“Sister!” The little assistant was on the verge of tears, nervously tugging at Zhao Xiaodao. “Be careful of ricochets!”
In the next instant, Lin Wan suddenly reached out and grabbed in mid-air.
Zhao Xiaodao’s eyes lit up. Li Ying also looked at Lin Wan in surprise and doubt.
Lin Wan smiled faintly and extended her hand. Li Ying and Zhao Xiaodao saw a brass bullet head lying quietly in her palm.
“What the hell!?” The two could not help swearing in unison.
Lin Wan said calmly, “It was a ricochet. The speed was much slower.”
Little assistant: “…”
A ricochet is slower, so it can be caught?
The clueless little assistant felt like she was dreaming.
“Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!”
The continuous gunfire drew their attention back. They saw Lu Zheng dominating with a single AK, his figure shuttling between several covers, as if playing CS, picking off the opponents one by one.
Gunfire sounded, and someone on the other side fell.
Li Ying murmured, “No wonder you dared to charge into the hail of bullets. You really can dodge them…”
Zhao Xiaodao’s face flushed with even more excitement. Martial arts. This was the legendary martial arts. Truly too powerful.
However, Lu Zheng did not show off for long. He had only killed about ten when the remaining men shouted and chaotically retreated deeper inside.
“Brother Lu is too strong!” Zhao Xiaodao felt like she was watching a film, and a divine one at that.
Lin Wan shrugged disdainfully. “This prayer-style fighting is not even as good as the local militias in Southeast Asia. No matter how many come, they are just delivering themselves.”
Seeing Lu Zheng repel the enemy, casually reload, take a couple of leisurely steps, then clear his throat and advance in small steps along the wall in a realistic manner.
Everyone: “…”
Li Ying could not help asking, “Sister Wan, when you two killed your way out of Old John’s manor, was it more dangerous than now?”
Zhao Xiaodao and the little assistant also looked at Lin Wan. They had been touring Africa these days, and Lin Wan’s publicly known peak battle had of course been recounted as a legend by Li Ying to the two.
Not to mention Zhao Xiaodao, the little assistant was already a bit confused.
She thought perhaps facing a hail of bullets and catching them bare-handed was just standard for China’s top special forces.
Films toned it down to avoid scaring ordinary people and foreign counterparts.
Her overreaction was just because she was inexperienced.
Not mentioning Li Ying was Interpol, even Zhao Xiaodao showed little fear, which meant Zhao Xiaodao knew more.
Lin Wan shook her head. “This is nothing. Back at Old John’s manor, we were protecting four ordinary people, while Old John’s gunmen held advantageous positions like rooftops, attacking us from three directions.
Old John’s gunmen were trained security, some retired soldiers. How can these compare?”
“Hiss.”
The three women inhaled sharply in unison.
At the same time, the little assistant confirmed she was indeed inexperienced. It seemed those anti-Japanese divine dramas had real basis. She seemed to recall hearing about someone named Lü something Junsheng, a legendary martial arts master.
“Brother Lu has gone far!” Zhao Xiaodao hurriedly pointed ahead.
Lin Wan nodded, then thought for a moment and said as low-key as possible, “All follow behind me. Do not get too close. I can only catch ricochets.”
Everyone: “…”
Lu Zheng ahead, the four women behind, quietly advancing. Soon they saw another team rushing back.
This time, they brought RPGs, and several tried to flank from the side.
However…
Lu Zheng’s gunfire rang rhythmically, like a death knell. Anyone who showed their head received a baptism of bullets.
This time, the soldiers learned. Many hid behind cover, exposing only heads, so Lu Zheng could no longer aim just at chests.
“Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!”
After eight consecutive headshots, the reinforcing soldiers collapsed again, scattering deeper in retreat.
“Continue!”
…
Soon, Lu Zheng pinned this unprofessional group of soldiers at the entrance to the inner area of the steel plant.
Behind them was where the steel plant workers and guards held, separated by a large iron gate they had not yet breached.
At this point, the Blue Liberators were in panic, on the verge of collapse.
Well, any team learning nearly half their men died at one person’s hands would collapse.
“Damn it! Who the hell is he! Use the RPGs!”
“Rat!”
A gunshot. The commander hiding behind cover, exposing half his head to observe Lu Zheng, took a headshot. Lu Zheng casually shifted aim, a burst sweeping five or six more down. Gunfire immediately thinned, and the two soldiers ordered to use RPGs quickly ducked.
All rebels shrank behind cover. The scene fell silent for several breaths. No one seemed to have anticipated the current situation.
“Click!”
Lu Zheng strolled forward, openly reloading, unconcerned if anyone might attack.
But his relaxed demeanour thoroughly terrified and broke them.
In the next moment, soldiers raised guns with both hands, crying as they walked out on knees.
“I surrender! I surrender!”
“Devil! You are a devil! Do not kill me!”
“May the Lord forgive me!”
One by one, soldiers raised weapons overhead, kneeling and shuffling out.
These small warlord soldiers skulking on the borders of several African countries, where had they seen such a fierce person?
Whether the gunmen security living in prosperous cities at Old John’s manor or the ruthless Southeast Asian jungle militias, all had been broken by Lu Zheng and Lin Wan. How could these black brothers who only knew prayer-style shooting withstand it?
Holding until their commander was killed before surrendering only showed…
Lu Zheng killed too quickly, not giving them time to collapse.
Lu Zheng carried his gun in one hand, emerging from behind cover, unconcerned about hidden threats.
Seeing Lu Zheng’s black hair and eyes, the soldiers could not help lowering heads in fear, not daring to look at him.
Lu Zheng casually approached the nearest soldier. The man sweated profusely, trembling, head down. His hands raising the rifle overhead shook like sieves.
Lu Zheng took the rifle from overhead, tossed it aside, said nothing, simply pointed to a nearby open area.
The soldier, as if pardoned, nodded repeatedly, scrambling and crawling to the spot, raising hands high and kneeling.
This toppled the dominoes. Remaining soldiers discarded weapons, rushing to the open area, kneeling in a chaotic pile.
Behind him, seeing this, Zhao Xiaodao, Li Ying, and the others were stunned.
