Qi Tianlin didn't think too much: "Road directly according to the original route, I just look at them, you should pay attention to the obstacles in front of you..." As he said that, he lifted the rifle from his front, put it on the backrest of the back seat, and quietly stared at the rear.

This kind of car and car cannot fire any rockets in the car. As long as the gun is not extended, he will not have to shoot first. The danger is not high. I am afraid that the cars behind him will just follow and command and remotely notify the front to intercept the attack, which is more disgusting.

Some PMCs from the US military will choose to shoot and knock down the followers directly, without warning. They are really afraid of being attacked and would rather go to the so-called military court to accept a trial without pain than to kill this danger in the cradle.

Qi Tianlin is not so bloodthirsty...

What's more, his extraordinary vision was that there were two young people in the car behind him, with rifles, but no communication tools to contact him. If he really wanted to make a phone call or walkie-talkie, he would have to fire a shot and warn him...

In fact, the capital is not entirely in the hands of the government troops. When leaving the city, the level in front is not guarding the army in uniform. Ji Dongyang looked at Qi Tianlin in the rearview mirror: "Stop it?" Even though he had more experience before, since he was working under Qi Tianlin, he could obey commands and arrangements.

Qi Tianlin looked back at the front of the car: "Stop... three people, one of them looks at one..." He also repeated Yaya in Arabic, but the instructions given to him were much simpler: "If you don't have the right one, shoot!"

Ji Dongyang nodded, stopped the car, did not turn off the engine, took out the PMC's ID card, and the ID card for the interview for this meeting were pressed on the windshield in the car, and did not hand it out. Yaya skillfully stretched out her head and negotiated in Arabic.

Qi Tianlin put his right hand on his chest and quickly pulled out his sleeve. His thumb had already opened the hammer of the P226, quietly looking at the level sentry with the AK rifle outside, and the approaching van on the rear window of the car...

The people outside are indeed not soldiers, they can only be said to be militants. They are wearing the most common skirts of local men. They are dressed in different skirts from robes. They are shirts on top and suits on the outside. They look very close to South Asians, which means they are similar to Indians. They wear sandals casually on their feet, and the rifle is behind their backs...

Even though the two reporters were mentally prepared, they still did not expect that this kind of gun communication would be so close and direct, but the bold ones still secretly took out the card machine and took it silently from the corner according to their professional habits.

Ji Dongyang's other hand was strangely placed between his legs... His habit was to put a pistol under his crotch!

Yaya doesn't care. He is more accustomed to this kind of messy scene. It's like a person who is used to playing snakes. He is more comfortable with snakes. He just leans out and sits casually on the car door and puts down the window. He laughs loudly: "We are going to the resort over there to see... The foreign journalist who is doing good things behind, give way!"

The three tribal militants were also dragging the obstacles to make way, but Qi Tianlin saw the person behind stopping about two or three meters away, as if the traffic jam was parked behind, but both the driver and the passenger seat got out of the car.

Qi Tianlin is now most of his attention is behind. At this time, his hand is also moved to the rifle grip, and his fingers are leaning against the trigger. The reporter seems to have also paid attention to it. He turns his head and looks at it, giving Qi Tianlin a look of inquiry. Qi Tianlin also shook his head helplessly, not knowing what's going on...

But in less than a second, he made a decision: "Come on! Go!"

As Ji Dongyang began to slam the accelerator without hesitation, Yaya reached out and pulled out his AK102 rifle from such a narrow car window. One toe hooked his seat, the other stepped on the back of the chair, fixed his upper body on the window with a strange action, picked up the rifle and aimed at the back, waiting for Qi Tianlin's shooting order...

Qi Tianlin did not shoot...

Because first of all, when he saw the two people coming down, they both had their right hands behind them, the same skirt and the same suit and sandals, but the hidden right hands are possible...

Qi Tianlin was sure to shoot down the grenade and the gun, but his eyes were not as resolute as he looked at the two people, but with a cunning look, he decided to leave this area quickly!

After a low roar, the off-road vehicle suddenly burst out at a high speed, which scared the three militants to jump on the spot, their shoulders sank, and they slid the AK rifle on their hands. Qi Tianlin's eyes were still on the two people who got out of the car. In a flash, he finally raised his hand behind him, shining brightly!

Qi Tianlin immediately spoke out: "Fire on the left!" His rifle began to greet the two militants on the right behind the car and the driver who got out of the car...

It should be said that he escaped the disaster... That kind of shiny metal tube is the homemade muffler that is very popular in the Arab war zone now. Those who use this are not good at using it, maybe they are base elements!

If you don’t have a high level of vigilance, once you get close to the car window and hit it twice, you may be killed!

Yaya is naturally a militant on the left and another man who got off the car. Almost as soon as the sentry had slid the rifle into his hand and had not touched the right hand to the AK grip, he began to tremble and shoot continuously!

He is not good at sniper rifles, but once his short-range mastery of bows and arrows is transplanted to the AK rifle, coupled with Qi Tianlin's tactical professor of CQB (indoor close-range combat), his shooting within a few dozen meters is almost more accurate than Qi Tianlin!

He and Qi Tianlin's textbook-like continuous shooting are different. What the little blacks now summarized are their militia fighting style, long hair, but with the help of extremely stable gestures and judgment of the landing point, they use long hair to name them!

Qi Tianlin just knocked down two militants with rifles on the right, and the three people on the left were knocked over to the ground by Yaya. Qi Tianlin shouted: "Return back!"

He was concentrating on driving. No matter how he was fighting, Ji Dongyang did not hesitate. He quickly reversed and rushed backwards backwards to the level. Qi Tianlin leaned over to replenish his gun, and Yaya also directly killed a man with a pistol who was still a little breath. Amid Qi Tianlin's urging, the off-road vehicle almost stopped and immediately accelerated to leave!

The entire startup will rush quickly, retreat quickly, and then rush again, and no more than twenty seconds!

Five lives were killed!

The two reporters were so scared that they hid under the car seat from the beginning of the shooting. A desperate man stretched out the camera in his hand to shoot randomly. Qi Tianlin didn't care. There was a pause in the reverse gear for a few seconds. They looked at them and saw Qi Tianlin and others approaching to kill the wounded, and were shocked: "You...you!"

Qi Tianlin looked at the series of bullet holes in the car window behind: "This is the battlefield... This is the anti-government tribal armed forces. There are no laws or rules. As long as you fight with them, you must leave no living. Once there are wounded people and know who did it, you can wait for thousands of people to demonstrate to surround our hotel tomorrow."

What else did the two reporters want to say? Qi Tianlin pointed to the level that had disappeared in the distance: "The ones who got off the car behind were either robbing money or assassinating reporters like you. You should know that someone would not want this conference to be held. If we don't shoot, you will die. If we don't kill those three tribal militants, we will have to expose it. It's your media bodyguard who killed people, and they can't fall into it! Let's put away the psychology of civilized society. This is the battlefield. If they don't die, we may not be able to go back later!"

The two reporters were a little stunned... In the end, they understood the words and deeds of the bodyguard in front of them who had just avoided being shot.

Yaya slid in through the car window, just like he had just shot a group of balloons in the amusement park, without any expression of excitement or pity. He quickly removed the magazine and pulled the bullet to dissipate the heat. Now he is cherishing his complimentary weapon.

Ji Dongyang glanced at him sideways, without saying a word...

Just when the off-road vehicle drove outside the resort, Qi Tianlin accompanied the two reporters in. Ji Dongyang saw that there was no one in the open area around him. He reached out to pass Yaya's AK102, and then asked for a magazine. He put the rifle with one hand on his right shoulder. He held the rifle with no security in his right hand to simulate shooting. He held the magazine to be replaced with the left hand, first shaking Yaya, and then suddenly accelerated his hand. The magazine knocked on the magazine snail in front of the trigger, and slipped, like a phantom. He pushed the new magazine on the rifle. The old magazine fell down, but was lightly caught by his feet to avoid hitting the ground directly!

The whole action can really be described as only seeing shadows...

Because Yaya just made a magazine with one and a half, and when the second magazine was replaced, it was delayed for a while. Ji Dongyang felt it was necessary to teach him this little move. This kind of move is usually used for AK rifles. Many people in the Chinese army were familiar with it before. Now that they use new unsupported weapons, there are much fewer people who practice it, but those who are proficient in it are basically masters.

Without language communication, Yaya smiled happily and kept raising his thumbs up. Ji Dongyang slowed down his motion and gave him a gun back, allowing the little black man to sneak into the car and practice.

Ji Dongyang leaned the M4 rifle on the wheel himself, looked around, and was alerted by the way...

Qi Tianlin was also looking around. He was not alert, but alert, because most Syrian anti-government leaders already live here or are nearby, and they may meet the director at any time. At this time, there is no room for slackness...

This is a two four-story residential building, more than a dozen small single-family houses, and a suburban resort with a small golf course. Judging from the quality, it should be a product of the previous era of good economic conditions. However, even the swimming pool is dry and there is no water. However, judging from the pure water bottles on the reception desk, basic drinking water can still be supplied...

The receptionist introduced it very clearly. The escaped opposition leaders and some anti-government elements who were already exiled abroad lived in single-family houses, and only some of the followers lived in four floors, just to avoid any emergencies and not to be directly blown up by a bomb or rocket.

"But! We are now on high alert! We will definitely not allow foreign militants to get close!" The lieutenant colonel in military uniform announced their control over this area with extraordinary momentum.

Qi Tianlin spread his eyebrows and didn't speak. At the heights around him, two or three people stood up hastily, which is also called being very cautious?

It's really funny!
Chapter completed!