(I saw someone in the book review section saying that the protagonist’s combat effectiveness has shrunk. Let me explain here. It’s not a reduction in combat effectiveness. The machine gun was not damaged, but jammed. In addition, Koro Island is not an uninhabited island after all. Today’s mobile phones You can take photos when you pick it up, and anything used in front of others cannot be kept secret. It is not until the helicopter leaves for the desert island that the protagonist turns on the scroll engine. At this time, as long as everyone on the helicopter is dead, no one will know about it. Iron lumps can still fly. As for why you didn't take out the rocket launcher immediately and shoot... Then how to cover up the object out of thin air? Wouldn't it be pointless for the protagonist to change equipment after diving
Of course, it's really my fault for not showing it in the writing, sorry. There are so many private items, so I’ll add another chapter today.
Finally, I wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day! )
"FU-CK! What are they doing for food!"
The big man with a beard held a rifle and fired backwards while fleeing in embarrassment towards the deep-water port.
"Mission failed, the entire team evacuates, repeat it, mission failed..." Fresh silk flowed down the scratch on his forehead. Srel, who was wearing a black combat uniform, yelled at Mai and ordered Team C to immediately Evacuate.
In an unprecedented defeat, a helicopter crashed and the entire team of elites survived. The opponent's fighting power far exceeded their imagination. The iron lumps that suddenly emerged from the water instantly suppressed the team, which surprised all of them.
"Sh-it, is that Iron Man?" A soldier running with a rifle gasped and cursed.
"Fart!" yelled another.
"Fuck you! You actually said—"
"Shut up! Board the ship, evacuate, and stay vigilant!" Srel gasped, slowed down, threw C4 on the ground, and then accelerated to follow the team.
The sound of sirens in the distance gradually became clearer.
Guessing that the location was almost there, he pressed the detonator button.
The flames reached a height of more than five meters and engulfed the oncoming police car. The corners of his mouth raised in mockery, and he threw away the detonator in his hand.
Trash that doesn't even compare to Mexican strips.
The fishing boats prepared in advance were quietly docked in the deep-water harbor, which they bought from local fishermen. The labor boom in New Zealand helped them a lot. With almost no effort, they bought the fishing boat from the fisherman who had already found a job in the factory. With the replacement of a high-power engine, the maximum speed of the entire fishing boat can even be compared to that of a speedboat.
As long as they board the ship, no one can stop them on this wide sea.
However, just when the bearded man stepped into the cabin first. His eyes met the black muzzle of the gun.
Before he had time to react, his consciousness was interrupted by the flickering firelight.
boom!
The Type 11 pistol spit out tongues of fire, blood and brains grazing the indifferent pretty face. Without any pause, Ayesha, who was leaning in the shadow of the cabin, removed the muzzle of the gun and continued to pull the trigger. Another head exploded with a "bang".
In the blink of an eye, three people killed two people.
But just as she was about to kill the last person, a strong wind hit her and kicked her pistol away.
Aisha was slightly surprised, but Ayesha didn't pay attention to the pistol that flew aside. She lowered her body, took out the dagger from her waist without any delay, and stabbed the man in the chest.
The crisp fragrance of clashing swords and white blades colliding together.
Although she is petite, Aisha's strength still has the upper hand after being injected with genetic medicine.
The tiger's mouth was so shocked that it hurt. Siler was secretly frightened and kicked him out without daring to be careless.
Quickly dodging this fierce kick, Ayesha swung the dagger towards his standing left leg. If this dagger was sharpened, his left leg would be completely destroyed and he would fall to the ground and be slaughtered.
But that person was obviously not a vegetarian, and he fell backwards to the ground due to the recoil from kicking on the wall. Ayesha's dagger barely scratched his muscle, but unfortunately failed to hit the vital point.
Srel, who fell backward, rolled over to the bulkhead and picked up the rifle of his comrade on the ground before he could pull the trigger. A flying knife was nailed to his arm.
"ah!"
With a scream, seeing that the girl had already rushed in close, he raised his hand and swung the butt of his gun towards her.
Ayesha didn't panic in her steps at all, and dodged the gun butt sideways. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand to grab his wrist, and pulled out a second dagger with his right hand and took it straight to his throat.
But at this moment, an accident happened.
The muscles in her left arm tightened, and the simply bandaged gunshot wound on Aisha's left shoulder suddenly burst. The excruciating pain made her left hand go limp.
As soon as the power restraining his wrist was released, Srel was overjoyed to seize the opportunity. Using brute strength, he raised the butt of his gun and swept over.
"Well-"
With a groan, the butt of the gun hit Aisha on the brow bone, causing her to stumble backwards. Blood slid down her cheek, and the dagger she stabbed failed to penetrate Srel's throat and only tore through his collar.
Siler, who was sweating profusely, kicked her calf without hesitation. Then, while she was bending down, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed her throat tightly, and pressed her against the wall.
"Gu, uh-"
Ayesha struggled painfully and clung to his hands, but she couldn't use her strength due to blood loss.
"go to hell."
Srel stared at her.
Watching her feet leave the ground, struggling and kicking feebly, in the end even her struggle gradually became weak.
For some reason, looking at the girl in front of him, he suddenly remembered the years he served in Afghanistan and the hell he didn't even want to remember.
No, it's almost reaching its limit.
Ayesha felt her consciousness gradually drifting into trance.
Sorry... I can't be with you all the time...
She suddenly felt sad.
What an irony.
Obviously, on the way to escape from Iraq that day, I could have said stupid words like "Can you give me a bullet?" in a nonchalant tone. She had obviously been prepared to die for him from the beginning, but now she became timid.
I don't want to die...
Obviously... ...it was hard to get it.
Woo woo...
Foam and blood seeped out from the corners of her mouth, and she seemed to be struggling as she regained consciousness. She tried to move the hand stuck in her throat and kicked his legs vigorously, but her weak limbs made everything seem so weak.
"Guh-"
"Let's bury him with my comrades! My cousin raised me."
With anger flashing in his eyes, Srel glared at the Arab-faced girl.
He suddenly remembered the Taliban who tore his comrades apart with roadside bombs. When he caught the bastard who made the phone call, the murderer looked at him with such disdain, as if he had accomplished some noble cause and had put life and death aside.
Srel remembers what he did. He cut off his hands, nailed his arms to the wall with daggers, and shot his legs with a rifle until his eyes began to look desperate, and then drained out the last drop of his blood.
Although he was later court-martialed for it, he had no regrets. The pleasure of releasing fear is simply irresistible. He later spent two decadent years in Los Angeles before joining the Arrowverse. The experience had been forgotten in his mind, but now it did flood his mind.
There is nothing more pleasant than watching your enemy struggle to die.
"Hehehe, hahaha, just die!"
Smiling maniacally, he increased the strength in his hands, admiring the despair of the drowned man.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a tightness in his neck.
Before he could realize what was going on, he was thrown away by this terrifying force.
He was knocked straight out of the door, and his back came into close contact with the railing outside the cabin.
There was a crunching sound, and his back bent backwards at an incredible ninety degrees, and his spine was violently knocked into two sections.
His eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets, and the broken spine pierced his intestines, but it did not kill him immediately. He slipped from the bent railing and fell to the ground paralyzed.
Is this the feeling of suffocation...
The alveoli were clamped by the sternum, and he coughed up blood, but couldn't take in a breath of air.
At the end of the pain, Srel's consciousness fell into darkness.
At the same time, Jiang Chen, who threw the mercenary away, hugged the girl who slipped from the wall and held her tightly in his arms, as if he was holding a fragile porcelain doll.
At this moment, Jiang Chen's eyes were red, and the emotion that had finally calmed down almost went crazy again.
"Ayesha. Ayesha!"
However, she had lost too much blood and was unable to respond at this moment.
Holding her in his arms, Jiang Chen ran out of the cabin, jumped onto the dock, and rushed towards the highway. Seeing him holding someone in his arms, police cars and ambulances stopped together, and doctors rushed over dragging a stretcher.
saved... ...
Looking at the side face with dilated eyes, Ayesha felt a sense of relief in her heart.
She should be happy, but she suddenly wanted to cry.
Although she had never cried before, she had never been so weak.
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and dripped on her strong arms.
Red and blue lights, stretcher, shaking IV bag, and that anxious face...
When he wakes up, he will be very angry... After all, I made my own decisions and did such a dangerous thing.
Forget it, think about these things when you wake up.
Ayesha closed her long eyelashes. (.)