Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

The walkie-talkie kept reporting on the progress.

Without any intention, in less than two minutes, the police had most of the situation under control.

Now, the only thing that is not under control is the vehicle where the leader is.

"Report, the vehicle has headed towards Exit 2!"

"Vehicles have been arranged to block Exit 2, they can't get out!"

"Stop them, but be careful, they have grenades!"

.......

"Boss, it's over! We can't get out. The exit is sealed tightly!"

Inside car No. 1, the driver looked panicked, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He turned his head suddenly and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The leader's face instantly turned ashen, as if water could drip out of it.

He was seen holding a submachine gun tightly in his right hand, the black muzzle flashing with a cold light;

His left hand was tightly gripping a grenade, which seemed ready to explode at any moment, releasing deadly power.

Next to him sat another man, whose equipment and posture were exactly the same as the leader's. He was also holding grenades and submachine guns, ready for battle.

"Turn around now! Since there's no hope of getting out, let's fight these guys to the death!"

The bandit leader knew that there must be a sniper lying in ambush outside the car, and getting out rashly would undoubtedly be courting death, so he made a quick decision and ordered the driver to turn the car around quickly and rush towards another exit.

In an instant, the wheels turned rapidly, making a harsh friction sound, and the vehicle rushed away like an arrow.

"Report! The seriously injured person in car 3 has just been confirmed dead. Car 3 is now completely under our control and there is no danger at the moment!"

"Report! We've successfully killed another gangster in vehicle number 2, but one is still resisting. Furthermore, we've observed that this gangster is carrying a large number of grenades. Two of our officers have been injured in the exchange of fire. One of them was hit in the abdomen by shrapnel and is in critical condition. Emergency assistance is urgently needed!"

"Put the injured together first. The medical staff are on the way. They will arrive in just one minute. Let them hold on."

"Sniper No. 3, go support vehicle No. 2 and make sure to remove that nail!"

"Got it, I'll be there now!"

……

The originally stalemate situation gradually changed, and the overall situation began to flow slowly in a direction favorable to the police like a surging tide.

At this critical moment, the quick-acting sniper No. 3 arrived at the designated position quietly like a ghost, like a cheetah lurking in the dark night, waiting for the best opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

"Send someone to attract the bandit's attention immediately. Sniper No. 3, get ready and look for an opportunity to execute a precise sniper strike!"

Zhan Junjie stared intently at the large screen in the monitoring room, gesturing with his hands and continuing to give instructions in an orderly manner.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the scene was so tense that it was suffocating, as if even the air had solidified.

However, just as everyone was holding their breath, a loud "bang" suddenly broke the silence.

A powerful grenade was thrown out like a wild horse, drawing a thrilling arc in the air and then falling heavily to the ground.

There is no doubt that the last gangster in car No. 2 has fallen into a desperate situation and began to struggle frantically like a trapped beast with no way out.

He completely disregarded his own safety and threw grenades hysterically, trying to fight his way out of the police's net.

But as the saying goes, the devil is one foot high and the road is ten feet higher. Now, a well-trained sniper is looking through the scope, with the black muzzle of his gun firmly locked on the gangster. If there is any movement, he will pull the trigger without hesitation.

Not only that, another sniper is also racing against time to find the most suitable shooting angle and timing, striving to kill with one shot and without any risk of error.

Faced with such a critical situation, although Zhan Junjie's expression was as solemn as the sky before a storm, his eyes were always firm, revealing a calmness and composure in the face of danger.

After a brief thought, he decisively issued an order: "Immediately send two team members holding shields and advance quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, two battle-hardened Flying Tigers rushed out of the shelter like arrows.

They each held a solid and thick shield in their hands, and took steady and powerful steps, slowly approaching the car body where the bandit was hiding.

Every step is full of danger and unknowns, but they are fearless and move forward courageously.

"careful!"

Along with this urgent shout, I saw that the two team members had already moved forward cautiously about 5 meters.

At this moment, the gangster who had been closely observing the surrounding movements through the car window suddenly became fierce. Without hesitation, he pulled the ring of a grenade again and threw it towards the two team members at an extremely fast speed.

In a flash, at this extremely critical moment, the sniper who had been hiding in the dark and had been fully prepared pulled the trigger in an instant.

There was a loud "bang", and the heavy and loud sound of the sniper rifle's shooting resounded through the sky.

At the same time, a high-speed bullet shot straight at the gangster's raised arm like lightning.

"what......"

With a shrill scream, the bandit staggered violently and shouted involuntarily.

The sudden shot was so powerful that it actually broke the gangster's strong and powerful arm.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the broken arm hung down weakly, as if it had lost all vitality and strength and could no longer be lifted up.

Seeing this scene, the two Flying Tigers who were on high alert made a quick decision, looked at each other, and rushed forward like an arrow.

They were agile and quick, and they arrived in front of the bandits in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, they mercilessly pointed their rifles at the bandit, who was now lowering his head, bending over, and wailing in agony. They roared in unison, "Don't move!"

At this moment, although the gangster's left hand was still tightly grasping the submachine gun that was emitting a cold light, his right hand had been severely injured - almost half of it was ruthlessly penetrated by the sniper rifle bullet.

The broken little arm looked shocking, as if it was just hanging there by a few strands of flesh.

Such excruciating pain was so severe that even a cruel and ruthless person like the bandit could not help but feel helpless in the face of such a miserable situation, and finally had to surrender obediently.