Chapter 188 Sniping

Just now, what happened...

The Asian young man sitting slumped on the ground looked dazed, panic screams echoed in his ears, and Li Ang's bloated and out-of-shape body was reflected in his eyes.

The young men and women who came to the nightclub rushed to escape from the nightclub, and even the DJ on the stage took off his headphones and ran away (he didn’t forget to take away his precious records with a fluorescent green jacket before leaving).

All the idlers crowded at the door, while the security director with a gloomy face pushed aside the crowd arrogantly and walked towards Li Ang with a few of his subordinates.

Li Ang quickly and steadily changed the magazine of the pistol, and shot at several enemies, only hearing two "bang bang",

The head of security was shot twice in the heart, and his footsteps paused.

He lowered his head and ripped off the suit jacket that had been hollowed out by the bullet—there was no blood seeping out of his chest, and the bullet was just firmly stuck in the muscle.

A smile flashed across the face of the security supervisor. He raised his head and looked at the unbelievably horrified expression on Li Ang's face. He grinned at the corners of his mouth, revealing a ferocious smile, and four sharp, narrow canine teeth with blood grooves.

"You can't kill me, old woman..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Ang pull out a Barrett M82A1 out of nowhere, holding the gun body with one hand and the handle with the other, "Sorry, what did you say?"

Almost as soon as he saw the anti-materiel rifle, the head of security fell to the ground and rolled sideways,

However, Li Ang moved faster than him, moved the muzzle of the gun, and slammed the trigger towards him, "Eat me and throw the sniper!"

boom!

The guns thundered, the fires blazed,

After being reduced by the double-bore V-shaped muzzle brake, the still huge recoil was eaten by Li Ang impartially.

The Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle was developed in the 1980s. It uses 0.50 BMG (12.7 mm) ammunition. It has a long range, high precision, and high power. It can effectively destroy special targets such as trucks and helicopters. Therefore, it is also called an "anti-material rifle." .

Although the M82A1 sniper rifle in the gun shop does not use the Norwegian Raufoss Mk 211 armor-piercing incendiary bomb, when the 12.7mm ammunition hits the shoulder of the security director,

Half of his body was torn apart, and his whole body seemed to be hit by a ram, and he rolled and flew out—like a bowling ball rolling all over the floor.

The men who were originally standing behind the security supervisor were stunned in place, with dull and loud gunshots still echoing in their ears.

It wasn't until Li Ang moved his gun to point at them that these people came back to their senses, turned around and fled in a hurry.

There is only one person on the opposite side with a sniper. If you rush forward at this time, you will definitely be able to tear the enemy into pieces before completely destroying your own side.

However, there is definitely a price to pay.

No one wants to be the soul of the dead under the second bullet, so they can only flee separately - anyway, there are many people on their side, and there is only one sniper on the opposite side, so a few can escape by taking advantage of the gap between his reloads.

"Don't run! I'll miss you!"

Li Ang shouted loudly, sounding very annoyed.

Several security guards ran more vigorously, but behind them, Li Ang slowly put away his sniper rifle, took out his ak47 assault rifle, and shouted: "Let me teach you how to press the AK!" and started shooting at several people.

Da da da da da da.

The gunshots fell to the ground like a torrential rain, and the muzzle of the gun continued to shine.

After the magazine was emptied, there was no living person standing on the entire first floor of the nightclub except Li Ang, and all the security personnel fell to the ground, submerged in a pool of warm blood.

"Huh? Why did you lie down so quickly? Still bleeding red?"

Li Ang raised the still smoking muzzle, rubbed his chin with his hand, "I see, don't all the people in the chicken eating game glow green?"

No one came to answer his question, Li Ang turned around, looked at the Asian man sitting on the ground dumbfounded, and asked kindly, "Xiao Huozhi, can you still walk?"

"Ok?"

The young man froze for a moment, looked at Li Ang's kind face, and shuddered as if waking up from a dream. He opened his mouth, which was covered in blood after being beaten, and hurriedly replied, "Yes! I can walk."

"Good."

Li Ang nodded, and pulled him up from the ground, "Take this lady and leave by car, remember to go through the side door."

The young man nodded like a pounding garlic, and after a while he asked belatedly: "Then what about you..."

"I still have something to do."

A strange smile flashed across Li Ang's face. He turned away from looking at the young man who helped the unconscious woman escape from the side door, and walked slowly through the hall with an assault rifle.

He came to the head of security who had his entire left arm torn off by a single shot from the M82A1 sniper rifle and was now unconscious in the corner.

"I slept soundly."

Li Ang tilted his head, glanced at the security supervisor who was bleeding all over the floor, and with a smile, he thrust the muzzle of the gun into the other's broken shoulder, and said, "Aren't you going to wake up?"

"Ahhhh!"

The security director, who had been pretending to be fainting all this time, finally couldn't pretend anymore. A ferocious expression appeared on his pale face, and his torso continued to swell, bursting his suit, revealing his skin with a light layer of black hair.

The blood race, the blood flowing in his body, is the blood race that is said to be immortal, eternally youthful, and possesses various extraordinary powers.

Although he is just a lowly blood slave who has just been embraced and has no supernatural powers, the essence of life has already surpassed human beings, far beyond the reach of human beings.

As long as he can get close to the opponent, the security director is confident that he can kill him with one punch...

With this thought in mind, he suddenly jumped up, and swung his muscular and thick arms towards Li Ang fiercely, creating a strong wind.

Before the fist was close, Li Ang kicked lightly,

The toe of the unpretentious sneaker hits his chest,

Let him slam his whole body into the concrete wall, all his ribs were broken, and he vomited out a large ball of red and black blood with a "wow".

Under the torture, the security director wished he could just pass out.

But Li Ang was still approaching, bowed down, reached out and grabbed his hair,

Slowly and steadily tearing off his entire scalp,

At the same time, he asked gently: "Felix Miller, where is it?"

Under the excruciating pain, the head of security could barely maintain his sanity, and could only scream miserably - as a result of doing so, Li Ang put his hand into the section of his shoulder and gently scratched the bones inside.

Like a cat lazily scratching the cat climbing frame.

"Three, the left side at the end of the corridor on the third floor! Ahhh!!"

The security supervisor screamed, but Li Ang was still turning his bones,

He stretched out his other hand and took out the phone from his pocket, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and looked through the chat records inside.

This nightclub is indeed full of evil and evil. Relying on the power and background of the Miller family, they are doing all kinds of evil, looking for guests who come to the nightclub to play, and let the security personnel drug them and send them to the VIP rooms of the big shots.

Li Ang looked at all kinds of files in the phone, with a strange smile on his face, "You guys are pretty good at playing."

The eyes of the head of security who collapsed on the ground were gray, he already had a premonition that no matter what, the other party would not let him go,

But still holding a trace of luck, with a bitter face, he begged for mercy angrily, "Please... I don't want to die, I still have family members, please let me go..."

Li Ang shook his head, casually poked his palm into the opponent's waist, took out a broken rib from it, stabbed it into his eye socket, twisted it back and forth, and completely ended the opponent's life.

"It's disgusting..."

Li Ang wiped the suit of the security supervisor's body, stood up, and looked towards the corner of the nightclub, "The stairs...over there."