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Although these absconding people cannot be called super soldiers, or if they face the same number of super soldiers, they will not have any chance of winning. Their final fate will be to be massacred without the ability to fight back.
However, the enemy they are facing now is the soldiers of the American army.
The physical functions of these soldiers have gone through a certain degree of routine training, which means they are stronger than ordinary people. But compared with these transformed absconders, it is like the gap between the latter and real super soldiers!
massacre.
Bloody, naked massacre!
At a distance of fifty meters, with the help of the suppression of a wave of shooting, the absconding people dived into the position set up by the American army in the blink of an eye.
It was like a group of hungry tigers rushing into the flock of sheep.
Blood splattered and screams merged into one.
The American soldiers didn't even have the time to parry.
Their fighting skills are extremely proficient. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for four or five men to get close to them.
But now, they have no chance of fighting back. These transformed absconders have also undergone professional combat training. More importantly, their physical functions are not comparable to those of the former.
The same killing technique, when used by different people, cannot achieve the same effect.
The absconding people were like a lost dog being chased crazily all the way, and they were already holding back a breath of bad breath.
This also causes them to have no sympathy when killing. Of course, sympathy is something that should not be possessed at all.
Sympathy for the enemy on the battlefield is the greatest cruelty to oneself.
Sympathy, what a ridiculous word!
The American soldiers found that the guns in their hands had no effect at all. Killing at such a close range would give the opponent no time to aim. Forcible shooting will not only fail to hit the enemy, but may also accidentally injure a large number of people. You must know that the most numerous soldiers around are the soldiers of the American army.
The crisp sounds of broken bones and tendons and the heart-rending screams became the best companions of the night.
The strong smell of blood seemed to be diffused in the air, carried far away by the wind.
The resting beasts in the jungle were all aroused by the smell of blood for them, and their eyes were full of hunger but excitement.
However, no beast came close. Because they can smell danger.
Beasts have a more sensitive sense of danger than humans. This is their survival instinct.
The crazy killing continues.
The left position set up by the American army to block the absconders was now turned upside down. The American soldiers in other directions immediately received orders and rushed to the left for reinforcements.
Slowly, the absconding people gradually began to suffer casualties.
Even if they have been transformed, even if their body functions are far superior to ordinary people, they have not transcended the category of human beings.
As long as we are human beings, no matter how powerful our body functions are, there will be times when we are tired and when our physical energy is exhausted. This is inevitable.
Faced with this situation, the American soldiers began a crazy counterattack.
There are often seven or eight American soldiers surrounding a fleeing person, but even so, they can only keep fighting.
The surrounded absconders chased and killed one person directly, and then turned around to kill other American soldiers.
In the heat of the battle, the pressure around Caldera dropped sharply. He once again took advantage of the rare opportunity to throw away the heavy machine gun that had been empty of bullets, preparing to rush to the rescue of the absconding people.
In addition, the three people from the front team who were lucky enough to survive also gathered around Caldera.
Each of their faces showed the excitement of surviving a disaster. Being able to survive such crazy firepower from the enemy was something they themselves could not even imagine, but it actually happened.
As for the death of their companions, they don't care at all. The most important thing is that they can survive.
Just when Caldera was about to rush to the rescue of others, a figure quickly ran towards him, it was Hilgava holding a sniper rifle.
When he ran closer, Hilgava had no expression on his face and was very calm.
"Wait." Seeing Caldera about to leave, Hilgava said in a deep voice, with a calm expression on his face.
He put down the sniper rifle, took out the self-defense pistol from his waist, took off his clothes at the same time, and wrapped the muzzle of the gun.
The four people, including Caldera, were a little confused and didn't know what he was going to do, but they all stopped.
After wrapping the gun, there was something strange in Hilgiwa's plain expression.
He turned around suddenly and pulled the trigger continuously, bullets sprayed out from the muzzle of the gun. Because he was wrapped in clothes, the sound of the gunshot was muffled.
The three people were in a daze, never expecting that Hilgava would point his gun at them and shoot.
The bullets penetrated directly into the eyebrows of two of them from the front, killing each other without any sloppiness.
The only other person left reacted quickly, turned around and headed into the jungle.
He didn't know why Hilgava shot, but he knew he would not let him go.
Let him fight hard? He knew very well that he was no match for Hilgava, not to mention that there was Caldera next to him.
Hilgava's eyes revealed a gloomy murderous intent. Without any hesitation, he quickly moved the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger again.
The person who had only escaped less than fifteen meters staggered and fell to the ground. He twitched twice and stopped breathing. He was so dead that he could no longer die.
The bullet was shot from the back of his head, directly destroying the brain tissue. Even if a god came down to earth, he would never be able to save him.
What happened was so sudden that before Caldera could react, the other three people were all shot dead by Hilgava.
Caldera's eyes almost stood up, and he rushed up angrily, directly throwing Silgiva who was standing next to him to the ground.
The hand as big as a leaf clasped tightly around Hilgava's neck, and the other hand clasped his wrist that was holding the gun.
"Why kill them! Why! Give me a reason, otherwise I will blow your head off!" The voice was almost squeezed out from between the teeth.
Perhaps because he still wasn't relieved after saying that, Caldera suddenly hit Hilgivar's nose with his forehead.
The bridge of his nose suddenly broke, and two lines of nosebleed spurted out.
Hilgava was choked so hard that he couldn't even breathe, let alone speak.
He knew in his heart that Caldera was absolutely capable of blowing his head off when he was in a rage.
He struggled to speak, but his mouth was open and no sound came out.
Gritting his teeth, he directly pushed his knee against Caldera's crotch. The latter felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but loosen his grip. He took the opportunity to speak quickly: "It's Tai Lung..."