Thump thump!
Footsteps sounded.
A Korean soldier gripped a K2 assault rifle tightly in his hand, his face full of caution.
The K2 assault rifle was currently the main rifle in the Korean army. It was designed with the principle of air-guided automatic, foldable stock, and six right-handed rifling. Its caliber was 5.56mm.
However, compared to China's Type 95 assault rifle, the Korean K2 assault rifle was still lacking. For example, its heat dissipation performance was poor, and the gun body would heat up after 200 consecutive shots. It also often had problems such as bullets being stuck and not being able to lock.
Swoosh!
After taking a few steps, the soldier saw a cold light flash past his eyes.
There was movement!
He quickly tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.
However, why did he feel like he couldn't use his strength?
Drip, drip, drip!
At this moment, there seemed to be the sound of water dripping. The fellow lowered his head and his expression immediately changed.
It was not water, but blood.
His neck had been cut open, and blood was gushing out like spring water.
How could this be?
Didn't they say that the Chinese man was heavily injured? How could he still be so fast?
This Korean soldier didn't even know why he died.
Thump!
The corpse fell to the ground, and the sound attracted the attention of the few people searching behind.
"Over there."
"Hurry up."
"He's there."
"Call someone."
As he shouted, a few Korean soldiers quickly rushed over.
Bang bang bang!
Piercing gunshots broke the silence. With a clang, the wall was riddled with bullet holes.
Thump thump!
A few Korean soldiers came to the side of the corpse, took a look, and rushed to the corridor in front.
However, it was empty. There was not even a fly to be seen, let alone a person.
Whoosh.
At this moment, one of the guys felt the wind above his head. He subconsciously looked up and his eyes immediately widened because he saw Yang Yifan falling from the ceiling.
"He…"
Bang!
Crack!
Just as he opened his mouth, Yang Yifan's feet had already landed on his shoulders. Then, he suddenly clamped down and turned. A terrifying sound of bones cracking rang out. That guy's head turned 180 degrees, and the fear on his face instantly froze.
However, Yang Yifan didn't stop at all. He loosened his leg and his body immediately fell to the side. His left hand had already reached out like lightning and landed on the neck of a stick that was turning back.
Puff.
Because he used too much strength, Yang Yifan's nails actually sank into that fellow's flesh in an instant.
Puff!
There seemed to be the sound of cloth tearing. The guy's arteries and blood vessels were torn apart by Yang Yifan. Blood spurted out under the effect of blood pressure, like a fountain gushing out from the neck of the Korean soldier.
Gulp, gulp.
The other two cudgels had already retreated, but their faces were filled with fear. In such an instant, Yang Yifan had killed three people in a row. How could they not be afraid?
Although they were still holding assault rifles in their hands, it did not give them a sense of security. At this moment, Yang Yifan was covered in blood and his face was cold, like a demon who had walked out of hell.
Damn, who said this guy was seriously injured?
The two Korean soldiers had already cursed the ancestors of those officers and women in their hearts. They felt extremely wronged. Did this Chinese man look seriously injured?
Although there were wounds on his body, it seemed that he had almost recovered.
When the officer said that their right hand was crippled, they only looked like they had a deep wound. How could it be crippled?
"Shoot."
The two Koreans didn't dare to hesitate at all. F * ck capturing them alive, f * ck killing them directly. If they didn't shoot, they might as well just slit their throats and commit suicide.
However, they had no chance.
Whoosh!
The moment they fired, Yang Yifan grabbed the corpse and threw it over.
With a loud bang, the two Korean soldiers were directly smashed to the ground. The guns in their hands also fell out and they lay on the ground. The two guys felt that the bones in their bodies were about to fall apart. They wanted to struggle, but they couldn't struggle up for a moment.
Thump thump thump thump!
Yang Yifan walked over and glanced at the two Korean soldiers who were still alive.
"No…"
"Beg..."
Bang!
Yang Yifan's foot landed and crushed the throats of the two men. Looking at the Korean soldiers who were in pain from suffocation, he shook his head. This was the outcome of going against China.
Whoosh.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Yifan twisted his neck. It was still a little strenuous. However, the killing ability that he had stolen from the Japanese expert was indeed not bad. Killing these Korean soldiers was as easy as flipping his hand.
Thump thump thump thump!
Hurried footsteps could be heard.
Yang Yifan glanced at the figure of the stick that was rushing over. He tapped his foot and turned to leave. Soon, he disappeared at the end of the corridor.
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