Chapter 126 Death Shock

Nieto was driven behind the wall of a building on the street, and fifty meters away was a barricade of abandoned vehicles. Beside him were fifty trembling companions, all silent but terrified.

"Who can tell me, what kind of gun should I use with the magazine in my hand? Please tell me, how can I use it?" Nieto asked his companion beside him sweating profusely. The man answered him.

The bearded Guzman was slowly walking past Nieto, which made him shut up, but there was an extreme resentment in his heart. Looking at the opponent's back, Nieto had the urge to kill him with one shot and then run away quickly. In fact, many people at the scene had the same plan as Nieto.

boom……!

Nieto felt the warmth of the hot blood again. A companion with a gun beside him moved his hands, as if he wanted to raise the gun, but he was killed by a bullet immediately. The terrified weight made Nieto cry loudly, and after he yelled a few times, he saw the bearded man back in front of him again.

"This guy wanted to shoot me in the back, right? But he didn't succeed." Guzman's smile was like a devil. Behind him, Kowal, the sniper, has just retracted his pistol.

"Sir, I don't know. I swear I don't know what he's going to do?" The resentment in Nieto's heart disappeared immediately, replaced by fear all over his body. Soft, even floating on foot. Seeing that the gun on the body was snatched by another person beside him, he couldn't help but regret why he didn't act faster.

"Son, don't faint, or I will make you never get up." Guzman saw that Nieto's body was a little erratic, and patted Nieto on the shoulder with a grin.

A chill rushed from the tailbone straight to the top of the head, Nieto immediately straightened his body, and shouted in a stiff tone: "No, I won't faint."

"Very good!" Guzman took out a cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into Nieto's mouth, and lit him with a lighter, "Smoking a cigarette will make you feel better."

It's marijuana. The Zetas gang makes money by selling various drugs in the United States. They never lack marijuana. Before Nieto came to the United States, his father had warned him not to touch drugs, absolutely not. But while he was smoking, he shed tears silently, and now all warnings can only be thrown aside.

The team of fifty people was smoking marijuana, and even the corpse on the ground had one stuffed in its mouth. After distributing marijuana to everyone, Guzman said loudly: "Don't overestimate your abilities, any resistance, escape, or slack behavior will be punished.

And if you can cross the 50-meter street, you can stop and rest, there will be drinks, women for you to use, and another team will take over from you to attack. Finish your cigarette now, and pray to Our Lady. "

A marijuana cigarette made Nieto feel much better. He gained strength, confidence, and could move his hands and feet freely. Guzman's words seemed to have a magical power, which made him no longer afraid.

"Okay, go for me now! Go! Go! I'll cover you from behind, and you just have to go over to win." Guzman felt that the mob under his command had been well trained, so he shouted and pushed them from the corner out.

Nieto, holding his magazine, was kicked by Guzman and started running. He was thinking in his heart: It would take less than half a minute to run over a distance of fifty meters. It shouldn't be difficult to just run over and rest.

But within five seconds of this thought, Nieto heard gunshots from the opposite barricade. A companion immediately in front of him fell. This man was also holding a magazine in his hand, and he was wearing shabby clothes. When he was hit by a bullet, he leaned back and swung his hands. A big blood hole suddenly appeared on his back, followed by the corpse. on the ground.

Nieto suddenly shivered, and his anesthetized brain immediately woke up. He just found out,

My group just rushed forward unobstructed. Bullets rained down on the opposite side, and the companions around him were dying rapidly.

"Rush, rush, rush, don't stop! Anyone who dares to stop will die." Guzman got an electric horn from somewhere, and he hid behind the wall and continued to push his men to the battlefield. And his partner Kowal is watching the crowd on the height of a building in the distance.

The marijuana-smoking mob rushed out one by one like crazy zombies. Some shouted loudly and ran quickly, some fled here and there looking for cover, and some were frightened by death and simply fell to the ground and rolled over.

And just fifty meters away, David Lawrence was shooting quickly and accurately with the M16A2 in his hand. He was accompanied by a dozen members of the search team, and all of them easily killed the crowd rushing towards him like a target.

"Are these people crazy? I have killed at least four people." A member of the search team just emptied a magazine, and raised his head a little while he was replacing it, as if trying to figure out what happened on the other side thing. But with a swish of a bullet, half of his head was blown away.

The sudden death of his companion caused the search team members behind the barricades to bow their heads. Only David Lawrence glanced at him quickly and shouted, "Be careful, don't show up indiscriminately, and keep shooting. Don't stop, don't stop!"

David Lawrence still had a word in his mind—there was a sniper on the opposite side, and things were a little troublesome.

Driven by the supervisory team, more and more Mexicans poured out of the streets. Those who take drugs often appear extremely crazy and impulsive. They are not even fighting, but just running unconsciously, hitting bullets with their bodies.

Guzman on the opposite side also yelled 'can't stop', brandishing a pistol, and drove all fifty of his men out. And behind him, another 100-man combat team was also driven out. Once someone ran a few steps slower, the people in the supervising team would definitely shoot and kill them mercilessly.

The streets were immediately filled with dead bodies, and there were even more running figures. They almost filled the entire street, and with a single round of bullets, they could down two or three people. But if two or three people fall down, four or five people will emerge from behind.

The fallen corpses quickly turned into obstacles, and the rushing crowd became staggering. But they were still running crazily and shooting crazily. The more people died, the closer they got to the barricades. After running a distance of fifty meters, these death squads finally rushed to David Lawrence.

Six of David Lawrence's men had already died, only two of them were killed by stray bullets, and the rest were all killed by snipers on the opposite side. Watching the crazy thugs climbing the vehicle barricade, he drew out his pistol and killed six or seven people in a row, but the people who followed them turned over one after another. The density of firepower was too low to resist, and the search team didn't even have time to change the magazine.

"Evacuate, evacuate here." David Lawrence quickly led the people into the building on the next street, and at the same time he called Zhou Qingfeng and others urgently: "Victor, the front barricade has fallen, the gang of Zetas The lunatic rushed over desperately. I have retreated into the building next to the street to stop them, but you must come back quickly!"

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