The wind and rain near Dianchi Lake came and stopped quickly, and the moon jumped out of the dark clouds that gradually dissipated, and the leaves washed by the rain shone with a layer of silver light. One by one, the worms and frogs came out of the soil and water, and began to sing incessantly by the bright moonlight.

In the bushes of the entire wetland park, there is a tragic scene like Shura's hell.

A sniper who had managed to dodge several brutal attacks lay motionless on the ground. He has lost his desire to fight back and revenge, and he is surrounded by a boss who has not yet lost his breath. This man, who is usually regarded as a god by his teammates, was blown up beyond recognition by a powerful sniper bullet. The two eyes were staring at him with difficulty, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. But the sniper didn't dare to move, he didn't know if the sinister and ruthless opponent was watching from a distance with night vision devices.

"Whew... Call.... With the last two long sigh-like sounds, the ghost group boss, who was feared by the major underground forces, passed away so quietly.

The sniper quietly put on the night vision goggles, and then carefully observed the villa area through the sights. If I hadn't stood behind the boss and guarded behind me, I'm afraid I would have become a corpse now.

A wounded team member was a little delirious due to excessive blood loss, and lay on the ground for half a day before struggling to get up, which is absolutely forbidden on the battlefield.

The line of fire that did not end his life as imagined came, and the sniper, who had been lying on the ground and did not dare to move, moved his body cautiously and slowly crawled to his teammate's side.

His abdomen had been blown up by a warhead, his organs had become a mess, and his body had been wounded in multiple places. Seeing his comrades slowly crawling towards him, the wounded team member struggled to pull out a military dagger from his leg.

He knew his fate, that such great pain had only slowed his life by, and that the world had already brought him so much pain and indifference that it was time to leave.

"Go, kiss the hand of the Lord, and be baptized by the Lord, for you are our pride and the glory of the Lord. The sniper whispered a prayer reverently, and finally shook his teammate's hand vigorously, and then quickly stabbed the saber into his chest. It's a ritual, and it's a convention on the battlefield. When one's comrade-in-arms is seriously injured and has lost the value of treatment, helping him end this suffering is a necessary means.

The team had already broken up, and the sniper cautiously crouched in the bushes, only to find that the team members not far away had died even worse.

One of the team's skulls had been shattered entirely, leaving only a small unrecognizable face, white teeth that were not stained with blood, and shimmered in the moonlight. Another member of the team was hit in the chest, and the entire chest seemed to have been evacuated by the machine, forming a hole the size of a sea bowl.

It's not normal *or* capable of blowing up at all!

At this time, the sniper has no fighting spirit, and he is used to being guided by the boss on weekdays, listening to his tactical arrangement, everyone is like a precision part on this killing machine, and now that he has lost his command, the precision killing machine has once again become a loose part. Even if these parts are still sharp, they can't exert the aggressiveness of the whole body.

The sniper is adept at camouflage, and under the cover of bunches of bushes and bushes, the sniper, who has lost his fighting spirit, retreats to the rendezvous point next to the pond two kilometers away.

What makes people sad and hateful is that the original team of twenty-five people was actually killed by fourteen people without seeing the enemy's appearance, including the commander boss.

Of the remaining eleven people, two were seriously wounded and six were slightly wounded, and only the sniper in charge of the broken rear and the two assaulters who broke forward were not injured.

Seeing a small, muscular man of stature come over with a smile, the sniper understands what they are going to do.

The little man kissed and hugged his remaining ten comrades, and patted the two uninjured comrades.

"Leave it to you, if I can't kill my opponent, I'd rather be killed by him with these humiliations. ”

In this ghost squad, neither of them knows each other's past, and some are only the most brutal training and the people who survive in the end. These people have experienced countless lives and deaths together, won countless honors, and won each other's respect and affection. Their scythe of death made all who knew them tremble. And today, his brothers are gone forever.

The little man strapped his backpack and checked his weaponry. Then he turned and saluted his teammates.

Everyone silently returned the salute, watching this warrior who sacrificed his life to die disappear into the thick night with a suicidal consciousness.

The little man did not attack the villa from the front again, but took advantage of his small stature to run backwards along the bushes to the back of the villa, and every few meters he ran out, the little man suddenly turned around like a parkour athlete, using irregular running left and right to avoid being targeted by snipers.

This time, the strongest assault man of the ghost group was undisturbed and made it to the corner of the side of the villa. Using his superhuman arm strength, he directly picked at the bulge of the villa's exterior wall and climbed into the interior of the second floor.

Before the little man could gain a foothold, a punching bag-sized fist slammed into his face in the darkness. The little man did not panic, and when he heard the fist of the wind in the darkness smashing against him, his head dodged his head, and his strong shoulders resisted the blow. Immediately afterwards, the little man suddenly opened his arms, and his arms as thick as iron rods directly strangled the opponent's equally thick waist, and an old tree under his feet threw the opponent to the ground.

This is a typical classical wrestling technique, being strangled and pressed under the body by a small man, the battalion commander only feels that the bones in his body seem to be about to be broken. The two strong arms were clamped, and they couldn't move at all. As the silent arms of the little man on his body continued to exert force, the battalion commander scolded with his last breath: "Damn, if you don't come out again, Lao Tzu will die!"

A hanging-up voice sounded behind the little man: "Hey, hey, let him go, let's play." ”

This voice was only two or three meters away behind the little man, which made the little man suddenly break out in a cold sweat. If you are attacked at this distance, you will be seriously injured if you don't die.

The little man hurriedly let go of the battalion commander under him and rushed forward to prevent being attacked by those behind him.

"Since you don't use weapons, then I don't use weapons either, let's compare and compare. Ye Tian, who was in the dark, bared his mouth full of white teeth, walked over and dragged the battalion commander who was almost strangled to death. He also asked playfully: "I didn't say you, so adults still have to do it, did you almost strangle you to death?"

"I didn't hit that punch, and if I did, that kid would have to faint. The battalion commander slowly moved his waist, gasping in pain.

Ye Tian waved his hand: "I know you're amazing, okay, leave the rest to me." ”