C182 (1/2)
The battle quickly ended, and the six bandits were subdued by Ling Feng in less than three minutes, while the three special forces on the side had barely arrived in time to act.
”F * * k, he's too strong!” The three of them were shocked.
The young man spat out a mouthful of blood. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face.
”Bang, bang, bang!”
With a burst of gunfire, the other three officers were shot at almost the same time.
Ling Feng dragged Zhang Yuan and hid behind a rock.
Although Ling Feng had issued a warning, the other three special police officers' shoulders and legs were still shot, and they fell to the ground in pain.
Ling Feng pointed to the container in front of them and said, ”The opposing side has three snipers, who are respectively at the position of two o'clock, six o'clock, and eleven o'clock. I will take care of the two at the position of six o'clock and eleven o'clock, is there a problem with you taking care of the two o'clock from the other side?”
”No problem.” Zhang Yuan nodded. Right now, he admired Ling Feng from the bottom of his heart, and was thus very confident in his orders.
Zhang Yuan took out a smoke bomb and threw it at the container. The two of them used the smoke bomb to cover themselves as they charged towards the container.
From time to time, the sounds of sniping gunshots came from the top of the container ship. Ling Feng and Zhang Yuan were like two little cats as they moved back and forth on the dock, avoiding each other's shots.
When the smoke dissipated, Ling Feng's and Zhang Yuan's tracks were long gone from the dock.
”Damn it!” A bearded man cursed and pulled out a gun from his waist.
At this moment, he suddenly felt his neck tighten. His neck was actually caught by a flying claw. He desperately tried to struggle, but was forcefully pulled down from the bottom of the container.
With a plop, he fell to the ground, his neck bleeding as he died.
Ling Feng finished off a sniper, but then quickly bounced away.
”Bam!” A bullet struck the spot where Ling Feng was standing just now.
Amongst the three snipers, the one at the 11 o'clock position had the strongest power, and he could even shoot blindly. If not for Ling Feng's strange movement technique, it would be impossible for ordinary people to get close to him.
Xing Rong lied on top of the container, and couldn't help but frown as he missed his shot again.
His own spear skills could be said to be extremely confident.
However, he had failed time and again when facing this young man today.
This fellow was like a shadow, drifting about erratically. There were several times when he thought that he had caught the other party. However, he had always disappeared at an unimaginable angle.
”Damn it, is this guy really human?” Xing Rong cursed.
The sniper rifle kept searching around the container, but this time, he had lost sight of the target.
The sound of light footsteps came from behind him.
Xing Rong angrily threw the sniper rifle to the side, he retrieved a shining long blade from his waist and turned.
Looking at the young man slowly walking towards him from behind, the corner of Xing Rong's mouth suddenly curled into an ice-cold smile.
”Brat, I admit that you are very strong.”
Ling Feng looked at the middle-aged man in front of his, and said coldly: ”If you want revenge, you can come find me, but you shouldn't harm the innocent.”
”Haha, innocent! I saved countless people when I was a soldier, but what did I get in the end? My brother was my only family, yet you killed him! All of you must die today!” Xing Rong's face revealed a sinister look.
”I'm afraid you don't have the ability to kill me.” Ling Feng sneered as he walked step by step towards Xing Rong.
Xing Rong waved the blade in his hand and fiercely slashed at Ling Feng. He had no choice but to admit that Xing Rong's strength was already at the peak of the inner strength, but compared to Ling Feng, he was still lacking too much.
Without waiting for the blade to fall, Ling Feng had already arrived in front of Xing Rong.
”You're too slow.” Ling Feng punched Xing Rong.
Accompanied by the sound of his ribs shattering, Xing Rong was sent flying backwards, and landed seven or eight meters away.
”Pu ci,” he spat out a mouthful of blood. Xing Rong never thought that he would actually be unable to withstand a single blow from Ling Feng.
Ling Feng slowly walked into Xing Rong and coldly said: ”Speak, where did you put those bombs?”
A cold smile appeared on Xing Rong's lips as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth: ”Do you want to know? ”Come here, I'll tell you.”
Ling Feng squinted, but still walked closer to Xing Rong.
Xing Rong saw Ling Feng walking in front of him, his face suddenly revealed a sinister look, and his hand suddenly grabbed towards his chest.
But before he could raise his hand, he was nailed to the ground by a sharp dagger.
”AHH!” A blood-curdling screech sounded.