Li Changjiang finally saw clearly what that little black dot was!

It's a bomb!

No, it should be a missile!

Hell, how could there be missiles!

Scite!

When the little black dot looked completely present in front of him, Li Changjiang was completely confused! The thinking in his mind suddenly became slower and his nerves were tense! There was no doubt that this was a terrible existence that was enough to make Li Changjiang collapse.

Not long ago, he had been bombed by the Americans with missiles and knew very well how terrible this weapon was. So after yelling at the French, Li Changjiang began to run wildly in the opposite direction of the target before the French could react.

"Louis! Chitt, this bastard!"

On the other side, the French finally woke up.

The moment he looked up, Angora finally knew why the sniper rushed out regardless of the danger. Hell! It was a missile!

"God! What did that bastard Louis do?"

"Run! Run!"

"Hey, we're all going to die!"

The scene instantly became completely chaotic.

Just as Li Changjiang rushed out as if desperately, less than 3 seconds, the remaining Frenchmen rushed out from behind the bunker as if they were desperate, regardless of the rebels behind them, still shooting at them.

Bang bang bang!

The dense gunfire sounded and the bullet immediately formed a barrage to cover the French and Li Changjiang, but no one dared to stop, and almost everyone was running desperately in the opposite direction with the bullets.

In fact, the moment she realized that the backpack on her back disappeared, Angora understood what was going on.

Damn Louis!

That bastard actually activated the signal transmitter while he was not paying attention.

As the commander of this operation, he knew very well what this meant.

Within one minute of the launch of the satellite positioning signal transmitter, warships lurking in the Mediterranean will launch ground attacks. At the speed of cruise missiles, the strike time will become very short.

If they were not fully prepared, they would not be able to escape the missile's attack range.

In order to ensure that this operation was successful, the French tried their best to not only send an elite retired special forces to carry out this mission, but also formulated an extremely strict ultimate mission plan.

The backpack that Angola carries is to be precisely the last resort of this mission. The backpack is not a special weapon, but a satellite-located signal transmitter.

Once the mission target is determined and the rescue operation cannot be carried out smoothly, according to the French order, Angola will send the signal transmitter to the target range within 200 meters to start.

Within two minutes after the signal was sent, the French Navy, which had long been lurking on the Ribia coast, would launch missiles and carry out large-scale devastating attacks.

Obviously.

That bastard Louis actually secretly launched the ultimate blow plan.

The other side.

Less than 2 kilometers away from Li Changjiang and the French, near the meeting point at the edge of Benghazi.

The Russians led Arabi and Arafat all the way. Except for encountering a few terrorists when they rushed out, they rushed out smoothly.

"Hell, what's that?"

Suddenly he looked up at the white smoke passing over his head, and the old Russian's tense nerves suddenly trembled.

"Damn it's a missile!"

"It's the one who rushed over, Farke! How could there be a missile!"

"His Highness Arabia, you continue to rush forward from here, I must go to support the leader."

After saying this, the Russians had almost no unnecessary movements and threw down Arabi and Arafat and ran towards Li Changjiang and the French.

Almost at the same time.

In the bunker in several other directions of Benghazi, I saw the missile suddenly appearing on my head, including tanks and killers, and all the hunter mercenaries, rushed towards Li Changjiang without any hesitation.

"Hell, damn Russian!"

Looking at the direction of the Russian's childhood speechlessly, Arabi's two bodyguards couldn't help but curse, but Arafat and Arabi looked at each other with a serious expression, then raised their heads and looked at the white shadow that had already flew over their heads.

After a while, the two of them nodded silently.

"Lucky guy!"

"Hey, I really don't know where that guy found these bastards."

Obviously.

Both Arabi and Arafat had guessed that the rest of the Hunter Mercenary Group were most likely to have made the same choice as the Russian.

With their identity and status, they naturally would not envy Li Changjiang, but with such a group of partners who would sacrifice for him without hesitation at any time, even the two people who had already worth billions of dollars could not help but be moved and even envious.

In comparison.

The two white bodyguards who followed Arabia were simply terrible.

"Let's go, let's get out of here!"

Huh!

Li Changjiang gasped very quickly. He didn't know how fast his speed was, but Li Changjiang knew very well that as long as he had a breath, he had to continue running.

Those damn French people can actually use missiles to strike, which is terrible!

No one knows how large the area the French missile strikes will cover. The only thing Li Changjiang can do is run and keep shooting!

But the worst thing is that the time the French gave him was still too short!

Before Li Changjiang could rush to another street in front of him, he heard a loud bang in his ears, and his whole head suddenly felt like a hammer smashed it directly, and then he subconsciously rushed towards the corner of the building closest to him.

Less than a few seconds later, a powerful shock wave finally swept over from the center of the explosion.

Whoosh!

"Shuff!"

Before Li Changjiang could say anything, Qilang directly rolled him up and smashed him towards the wall opposite.

Then there were two loud noises.

Boom...boom!

Li Changjiang was actually not sure what kind of ground attack the French would have, but there was no doubt that once this method was activated, it would definitely be devastating.

The attack range of the US Tomahawk-style cruise missile is close to 100 meters. Even if the French did not use Tomahawk missiles, the attack range of ground weapons with similar combat performance will at least be close to this data.

The Frenchman named Louis obviously did not send the signal transmitter to the building guarded by the rebels, which means that the French's strike range was most likely within 200-300 meters of the signal transmitter.

In the sprint within less than a minute, Li Changjiang ran at least 300 meters, but even so, within a few seconds after the third explosion, Li Changjiang still felt a strong tearing force throwing him away.

The powerful impact energy swept across his face and felt a sensation of pain. In fact, Li Changjiang was quite lucky. If it was within its attack range, the energy and high temperature generated by the explosion of this high-explosive warhead may even melt the steel directly.

Fark!

With a bang, he was thrown to the open space on the roadside, and Li Changjiang felt that his whole body was in great pain.
Chapter completed!