Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road: Chapter 572 24 Hours of Difficulty

   Chapter 572 24 Hours of Difficulty

   In the suffocating tranquility, Lu Fei could smell that the opponent was about to attack in an all-round way.

   When he was on full alert with his gun ready to shoot, the back door five or six meters behind him opened a crack, Madonna waved at him anxiously and told him to hurry over.

   Lu Fei frowned and waved his hand, making a gesture to close the door.

   At this moment, Lu Fei seemed to hear the sound of cha cha. He immediately squatted down and hid under the sewing machine again.

  One, two, three, three round things rolled into the workshop.

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

  Three strong lights flashed one after another, and the high-decibel sound and vibration seemed to subvert the entire workshop!

  The mercenaries actually threw three flashbangs at the garment workshop!

   Although Lu Fei hunched his head and curled up, his eyes were still stimulated and he couldn't see anything for a while, and he was shocked to the ground. Fortunately, the space in the workshop was not small, and the vibration was not violent, so he did not completely lose his ability to resist.

   But he still lost his chance.

   As soon as the flash bomb flashed in the garment workshop, five fully-armed mercenaries rushed in. There was a frantic output across the workshop, and the sound of gunshots kept ringing.

  The bullets flew everywhere, and Lu Fei couldn't lift his head at all.

   Just as the five mercenaries were about to move forward and a large number of mercenaries behind them were about to enter, the door behind Lu Fei opened halfway.

   "Whoosh, da da da!"

  HKM27 and AK started. Madonna and Derek were the same sisters as Doomsday Crazy Flowers. The two leaned against the door and went up and down, shooting frantically towards the front. The two automatic rifles with extremely high firing rates were like two light machine guns, with extremely powerful firepower.

   "Jack! Are you all right."

   "You all die, Jack, don't die, I love you too!"

   "Don't talk nonsense, don't love me!" Lu Fei rubbed his eyes, taking advantage of the incoming mercenary being beaten and shaking in the wind, he raised his gun and sprayed it.

   "Boom boom boom boom!"

   The five mercenaries who came in were either killed or injured under the strong three bursts of fire. Only two mercenaries escaped, and the remaining three were severely injured and fell to the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.

  Lu Fei was sober at this time, knowing that he might not be able to escape the next time, so he closed it as soon as he saw it.

   He turned around and ran back, and after a few seconds he ran into the door of the back room.

   "Aah! Boom!"

   Lu Fei's eyes were full of white light, and the scene in front of him could not be seen clearly. He tripped over the chair Debbie was sitting on behind the door, and fell out with a gun.

   Ramos, who was hiding behind the door, quickly closed the door, and the sound of gunshots and explosions rang out behind him.

  Lu Fei's shameful dog eats shit, his **** is pouted, and his posture is extremely ecstasy.

   "Debbie, you stupid, why did you put a chair at the door! I fell to my death, Ramos, hold the door."

   Madonna quickly helped Lu Fei up, Lu Fei rubbed his eyes, and gradually saw the surrounding scene.

This is a finished product warehouse with mannequins, movable drying racks and a large number of clothes piles. It seems to be about the size of a clothing workshop, and there are also two or three hundred square meters. However, the warehouse is full of movable hangers, which are covered with various kinds of clothes. Clothes, skirts.

   There were several circles of plaster mannequins along the wall, including men in clothes, women in skirts, and even a large number of models in underwear.

  The entire warehouse was full.

   "You guys run further back, there are many obstacles here, I'll block it for a while."

   "Jack, the back door of the warehouse is closed, I can't open it."

   "Fuck me, you want me to come, Ramos, you're a big man, how can you be so useless!"

   "I don't have a big killer like you."

   "It's easy for people to misunderstand what you say, do you love each other?"

"roll!"

  Lu Fei drank the wretched Madonna and tried to unlock the back door with a shotgun.

   The door of the warehouse began to be hit, and once, twice, the door lock and the debris on the back door began to vibrate.

   "shit, it's too late, you all hide in the mannequins and put on the clothes here to disguise. Don't fire unless you have to, Madonna and Ramos will give you P14, AK is too conspicuous."

"what about me?"

   "Debbie, you are injured, hide in the corner. Don't worry, I will find a way to repel them, and then retreat to another space behind the door."

   "I want a pistol too, what if someone finds out?"

   "Okay, you take this M1911A1 that I used before. If you shoot, kill and injure people, hurry up and hide in another place. You leave both the AK and HKM27 to me."

   Madonna and Ramos nodded and dispersed to the left and right sides. At the juncture of life and death, Debbie jumped wildly on one foot and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

   The door of the warehouse is still being slammed, and the four of them are changing clothes quickly.

Ramos found a suit on a male model, took it off and put it on, standing behind the second row of male models, posing a stiff face; Madonna seemed to have entered a treasure land and changed into a tennis suit giggling , showing her long white legs and wearing a blond wig.

  Lu Fei stuffed his body armor and windbreaker into the gun bag, grabbed a set of sports clothes and put them on.

   He just put the two automatic rifles into the gun bag, rubbed his eyes, and felt that the two rows of fluorescent lamps on the ceiling were very bright. Good guy, he is hiding his fart when he is exposed to the photos.

   "Da da da, da da da!"

   At the sound of the gunshot, the fluorescent lamps in the warehouse went out one by one, and he also disappeared into the countless movable drying racks.

Debbie was the slowest, she managed to get to the wall, and she saw a light yellow dress, she took off only the bad omen and her little white trousers in three or two strokes. The sound of gunshots turned dark in front of her eyes, but there was a loud bang behind her, and the door opened. was blasted.

  Debbie had to hide behind the mannequin who had just taken off her skirt and pretended to be an underwear model.

  The door to the warehouse was blasted open by shotguns, and three gangsters rushed in first, shooting everywhere.

  The bullets shot everywhere, and after a few seconds, the gunshots stopped.

   "Don't shoot randomly, spread the search. The boss of the mercenary said that if we find Ramos, we will give 10 million whether we live or die."

   A **** man with flower arms waved his hand and shouted to come in, and a dozen gangsters with AKs and pistols swarmed in.

   And a dozen mercenaries were smartly guarding the door. There were no corpses in the garment workshop. The mercenaries knew that their opponents were not dead, and the trouble was still there. The smart ones will send their younger brothers to death first, and they will enter after seeing the situation.

  The light in the garment workshop shines through the wide open warehouse door in a small area in the middle. The large movable drying racks on both sides and the piles of clothes are hidden in the darkness, and the mannequins on the side are even invisible.

   "Disperse, find someone, as long as they are alive, they will all be killed."

   "Boss, where's the beauty."

   "It's up to you, just don't make a mistake."

   "Hey, brothers, they must be hiding in the corner and shivering, come on!"

   A dozen or so black people giggled heartlessly and scattered in all directions, disappearing into the rows of hangers and piles of clothes.

  The sound of gunshots rang out indiscriminately.

  Two bald black brothers formed a team, took a few steps forward, and found several rows of sportswear hangers. They put their pistols in their waists, and each of them took a sportswear and gestured on their bodies.

   "Your color is not good, the white one doesn't suit you."

   "Oh, the row here is all green, let me see."

  Brother scratched and tugged on the hanger a few times, and wanted to grab one, but he didn't move it.

   Lu Fei's face was exposed from the hanger.

   A dagger followed, and stabbed the unsuspecting black man’s chin from the bottom up.

   "Ugh!"

   The black man froze in place, jumped out a few monosyllables, and was supported by Lu Fei.

   "Hey, brother, what's the matter, saw a woman?"

   The younger brother who was still trying on clothes asked casually. Before he finished speaking, a heavy body pressed towards him, and the bald brother subconsciously caught it.

   Before he could react, Lu Fei passed ghostly from his right side.

   A little white light flashed, and the dagger ripped open his carotid artery.

   "Fizz!"

   Fresh blood came out, and the surrounding clothes were covered in blood.

  Lu Fei disappeared again.

   "Uh uh, blood, yes, there's a ghost!" The bald-headed brother hugged his brother with both hands, and when he reacted and pressed the carotid artery, he was dizzy and fell to the ground, speechless.

   Not far away, in front of several rows of mannequins on the wall, a thin black man with a tattooed face was wandering there. Holding the AK in his hand, he wanted to distinguish the densely packed dummies in front of him through the faint white light.

   But whether he poked the barrel of the gun, touched it, or even fired twice, he found that all the dummies made of plaster were in front of him.

   didn't find anything, he was relieved, turned and sat in front of the mannequin.

   "It's stupid, I have a flashlight." The tattooed black man muttered to himself, took off the flashlight from his waist, and took pictures in front of him and around.

   "Hey, this leg is so white and beautiful."

The    tattooed black man glanced at a frozen tennis **** the left, couldn't help reaching out and touched her thigh.

   The tentacles were cold, and he wickedly lifted the girl's skirt.

  Black, ***, sexy, these gorgeous rhetoric filled the head of the tattooed black man.

   "Have you touched enough? Does it look good?" A girl's voice sounded softly.

   "It looks good, I have a reaction." The tattooed black man subconsciously raised his head and replied.

  Suddenly a cold muzzle poked into the mouth of the tattooed black man and pulled the trigger.

   "Bah!"

   Blood and white brains were sprayed on the plaster thighs of the mannequin next to him.

   "You have to pay for touching the old lady's legs. You **** usually beat me, press me, poke me, and even renege on the debt. The old lady finally exhaled and raised her eyebrows."

   Madonna inserted P14 back into the lower back and left its original position.

   Almost at the same time, Ramos, who was standing on the right side of the warehouse, also opened.

When the two black **** kicked and pushed the dummy around and were about to approach him, the **** boss who was still in the middle asked loudly: "How, has anyone found anything? Is there anyone in the warehouse? Don't open up. gun."

   The two black people turned around subconsciously, wanting to answer.

   Ramos, who was standing behind them, sweated down his forehead.

   After finally waiting for the two to turn around, Ramos raised the P14 in his right hand, almost against their heads, shot one at a time, and pulled the trigger.

   "Boom!"

   The blood and other liquids of the two black men sprayed from their faces.

  Ramos didn't dare to look closely, moved his numb legs, turned and walked into the depths of the mannequin.

  Debbie, who is the most back door, is the most embarrassed at this time.

   She shivered among dozens of lingerie models. In addition to wearing less cold and trembling, the injury on her right foot made her only stand on her left foot, and she could hardly stand.

   There were two black people walking by in front of her, but they didn't find her in the second row.

   Debbie watched the two black men walk by in front of her. She was exhausted and subconsciously changed her legs.

   "Ah!" The pain made her cry out uncontrollably. As soon as she softened, she was about to fall.

   Debbie couldn't hold it anymore, and while panicking, she opened her hands and fell forward!

   The three underwear dummies in the front row were pushed down by her.

   The two black gangsters with AKs heard the painful female voice, and they turned their guns down in shock.

  Three expressionless mannequins fell down.

   The two black gangsters were overwhelmed in shock, and when they were staggering, AK subconsciously pulled the trigger.

   "Da da da, da da da!"

  The red line of fire swept everywhere.

   "Ah, uh!"

  The two black thugs shot and swept away, merciless bullets hitting each other.

  When Debbie got up from the ground with a painful expression, she stared at the two black gangsters who kept twitching.

   "What kind of hatred made you both shoot each other and die together? Damn it, your chest was smashed."

   Debbie dragged her injured leg and disappeared into the darkness.

   (end of this chapter)