"Quick, to the three vehicles at the back!"
As Wang Longzhong and his group were thirty meters away from the Mercedes RV, Zhang Su pointed to the rear and shouted. Although the other party had no spare breath to respond, they would surely understand.
Meanwhile, Zhang Su pulled the pin from a hand grenade and forcefully hurled it forward.
The hand grenade, slightly larger than a goose egg, turned into a small black dot in the firelight, tracing a graceful arc across the night sky. By the time it reached its highest point, Wang Longzhong's group was already within ten meters.
The grenade, thrown with Zhang Su's great strength, flew a full eighty meters (a soldier's record is a hundred and two meters), and the timing was calculated to perfection, landing precisely at the dragon head of the flaming dragon!
"Everyone, open fire!"
When the flames engulfed the grenade, Zhang Su ordered.
Boom!
