(I saw someone in the book review area saying that the protagonist's combat power has shrunk, let's explain it here, it's not a shrinkage in combat power.) Instead of being broken, the machine gun was jammed. In addition, Koro Island is not an uninhabited island after all, and now you can take pictures with your mobile phone, and what you use in front of people cannot be kept secret. It is not until after the helicopter leaves for the desert island that the protagonist turns on the vortex engine. At this time, as long as the people on the helicopter are dead, no one knows that the iron lump can still fly. As for why you don't take out a bazooka and shoot it out of thin air, how to hide it? Isn't it pointless for the protagonist to change his equipment after diving?

Of course, it's really my fault that I didn't show it in the text, sorry. There are so many private goods, and today I will add a more chapter.

Finally, Happy Valentine's Day to all!)

"FU-CK!What are they doing with Team B!"

The bearded man with his rifle shot backwards as he fled to the deep-water harbor.

"Mission failed, the whole team evacuated, repeat, mission failed" Fresh silk flowed down the abrasions on his forehead, and Srel, who was wearing a black combat uniform, yelled at Mai and ordered Team C to evacuate immediately.

An unprecedented fiasco, a helicopter crashed, and the entire elite team survived. The opponent's combat power was far beyond their imagination, and the iron lump that suddenly burst out of the water instantly suppressed Team B, which caught all of them by surprise.

"SH-IT, is that Iron Man?" scolded, a man running wildly with a rifle in his hand.

"Fart!" the other scolded.

"Fuck you!

"Shut up, board, evacuate, stay vigilant!" Srael gasped. Slowed down and threw C4 to the ground. Then he sped up to keep up with the team.

Sirens in the distance grew clearer.

Sensing that the position was almost there, he pressed the detonator button.

The flames rushed to a height of more than five meters. Engulfed the oncoming police car. The corners of his mouth raised mockingly, and he threw away the detonator in his hand.

Even Mexican strips can't compare to garbage.

Prepared fishing boats are quietly docked in the deep-water harbor, which they bought from local fishermen. The new country's labor boom helped them so much that they bought the boat from the fisherman who had already found work in the factory. With the replacement of high-powered engines, the top speed of the entire fishing boat can even be compared to that of a speedboat.

As long as they boarded the ship, no one could stop them in the open sea.

However, as the bearded man stepped into the cabin first, his eyes were on the muzzle of the black hole.

Before he could react, his consciousness was interrupted by the flickering firelight.

Bang!

The Type 11 pistol spits tongues of fire. Blood and brains brushed against that indifferent pretty face. Without the slightest pause, Aisha, who was leaning against the shadow of the cabin, removed the muzzle of the gun, continued to pull the trigger, and exploded again with a "bang".

In the blink of an eye, three people killed two people.

But just as she was about to kill the last man, a strong wind struck and kicked her pistol away.

Slightly surprised, Aisha didn't bother with the pistol that flew aside. She lowered her body and reached for the dagger at her waist without a second thought. Stabbed the man in the chest.

The crisp fragrance of Jin Ge's resonance, and the white blades collided together.

Although she is petite, after all, she has been injected with genetic drugs, and Aisha's strength still has a slight upper hand.

The tiger's mouth was shaken and hurt. Sreel was also secretly frightened, and didn't dare to kick it out carelessly.

Deftly dodging the ferocious kick, Aisha swung her dagger and slashed at his standing left leg. If this dagger is sharpened. His left leg will be scrapped and he will fall to the ground to be slaughtered.

But the man was clearly not a vegetarian either. With the recoiling force of kicking against the wall, he fell backwards to the ground. Aisha's dagger only slashed through his muscles. It's a pity that I didn't hit the nail on the head.

Srael, who fell backwards, rolled over the bulkhead, picked up the rifle of his comrade on the ground, and before he could pull the trigger, a throwing knife was nailed to his arm.

"Ahh

With a miserable scream, seeing that the girl had already rushed to the close, he raised his hand and threw the butt of a rifle over.

Aisha didn't panic in her footsteps, and dodged the butt sideways, reaching out her left hand and grabbing his wrist, and pulling out a second dagger with her right hand and slashing it straight at his throat.

However, at this moment, the unexpected happened.

The muscles of her left arm were tense, and the gunshot wound on Aisha's left shoulder, which was simply bandaged, suddenly burst, and the sharp pain in her heart made her left hand weak for a while.

As soon as the power restraining his wrist was loosened, Srel, who seized the opportunity, was overjoyed, and he used brute force to set up the butt of his gun and swept over.

"Hmm-"

With a muffled grunt, the butt of the rifle slammed into Aisha's eyebrow bone, staggering her backwards. Blood slid down her cheeks, and the dagger she stabbed didn't penetrate Srael's throat, only to break his collar.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Srael kicked her calf without hesitation, and then, as she bent, his right hand reached out, grabbed her throat and pinned her against the wall.

"Uh-huh-"

Aisha struggled in pain, clasping his hands tightly, but she couldn't do it because of the blood loss.

"Die. ”

Srael stared at her deadly.

Watching her feet off the ground, she struggled and kicked weakly, and finally even struggled to gradually start to weaken.

For some reason, looking at the young girl in front of him, he suddenly remembered the years of serving in Afghanistan, and remembered the hell that he didn't even want to remember.

Not good, it's almost the limit.

Aisha felt her consciousness drift into a trance.

I'm sorry I can't stay with you all the time

She suddenly felt a little sad.

It's ironic.

Obviously, on the way to flee Iraq that day, I could say stupid things like "Can you give me a bullet?" in a casual tone. Obviously, he was ready to die for him from the beginning, but at this moment he was timid.

I don't want to die

Obviously, I finally got it.

Whining

White foam and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, and she struggled to recover her rays. She tried to remove the hand stuck in her throat and kicked his leg hard, but her weak limbs made it all seem so weak.

"Uh-huh-"

"Let my comrades-in-arms be buried with me! ”

With a glint of anger in his eyes, Srael stared at the young girl with an Arab face.

He suddenly remembered the Taliban who had torn his comrades apart with roadside bombs. When he caught the bastard who "called", the murderer looked at him with such disdain, as if he had completed some noble cause and had put life and death aside.

Srael remembers what he did. He cut off his hands, pinned his arms to the wall with a dagger, and shot him in the leg with a rifle until his eyes began to despair, and only then did he drain the last drop of blood.

Although he was later court-martial for this, he did not regret it. The pleasure of the release of fear is simply unstoppable. He spent two decadent years in Los Angeles before joining Arrow. That experience had been forgotten by him, but now it was flooding back to him.

There is nothing more pleasant than watching an enemy struggle to die.

"Hehehehe, hahaha, give me death-!"

Laughing maniacally, he increased the strength of his hands, admiring the desperation of the drowning man.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a tightening of his collar.

Before he could react to what was going on, he was thrown away by the terrifying force.

Straight out the door, his back in close contact with the railing outside the cabin.

There was a crisp click, and his back bent backwards at an incredible ninety degrees, and his spine was slammed into two knots.

His eyeballs were almost protruding from their sockets, and the broken vertebrae pierced his intestines, but it didn't kill him instantly. Slipping off the railing that had been smashed over, he was paralyzed on the ground.

Is this what it feels like to suffocate?

The alveoli were clamped by the sternum, and he coughed up blood heavily, but could not breathe in a breath of air.

At the end of the agony, Srael's consciousness fell into darkness.

At the same time, Jiang Chen, who threw the mercenary away, hugged the girl who slipped off the wall and hugged her in his arms, as if he was holding a fragile porcelain doll.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's eyes were red, and the emotions that had finally calmed down almost fell into a frenzy again.

"Aisha. Aisha!"

However, due to excessive blood loss, she was unable to respond at the moment.

Holding her, Jiang Chen rushed out of the cabin, jumped on the dock, and rushed to the road. Seeing that he was holding someone in his arms, the police car and ambulance stopped together, and the doctor rushed over with a stretcher.

saved

Looking at the side face that was about to split, Aisha's heart rose with a sense of relief for the rest of her life.

She should have been happy, but she suddenly wanted to cry.

Although she had never cried, she had never been so weak.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and dripped onto her strong arms.

Red and blue lights, stretchers, wobbly IV bags, and that anxious face

When he wakes up, he'll be very angry, after all, I've done such a dangerous thing by arrogance.

Forget it, let's think about these things when we wake up.

Aisha closed her long eyelashes. (To be continued.) )