After clearing the nearby militants, Hackri bent down and gently picked up his master, and jumped straight from the roof. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Perhaps in Hackley's mind, there is still a memory of himself being able to jump from a height of several meters. But at this time, he was a humanoid Mithril puppet with a density of more than 10 times that of mercury, a height of more than 186 cm, and a chest circumference of more than 135 cm.

Can you imagine an object of more than 500 kilograms jumping down from a height of more than three meters, and the huge force completely falls within an area the size of an adult's size 44 shoe?

With a thud, Hackery's entire calf sank completely into the dirt of the street.

Then in the frightened and inexplicable eyes of those soldiers in the distance, Harkery ignored the cars around him, pulled out his calves, and just hugged Zhou Hao with his bare feet and drove his long legs, and ran frantically towards the mountains.

Is this man sick?

After the whole town was silent for a minute or two, suddenly a man shouted hoarsely, "He can't drive!" and then the soldiers rushed to the front of the car as if they had woken up from a dream, and with a puff of white smoke after the tires rubbed, seven or eight cars chased after Hackri's figure fiercely.

It has to be said that Hackri is a good fighter.

Keeping in mind the order to "go into the mountains and not be discovered," he ran all the way to the mountains to the east, which was Somaliland.

Thanks to the power of the products of the Ancient Refinery, Harkri didn't know what tiredness was, so he ran desperately.

Slowly, as he became more familiar with the puppet's body, Hackri's speed became faster and faster, and his steps became larger and larger, from a little more than a meter at the beginning to nearly three meters at this time.

This side is vast and sparsely populated, and there is a desert everywhere, and whether there is a road or not does not hinder the driving of a car, but driving on the road and driving in the desert definitely belong to two concepts, at least the speed is limited to a certain extent. In this way, the distance between the two sides has not been shortened from the beginning, but has a tendency to get farther and farther.

It's just that the dust band that Harkry brought up in the desert when he ran wild was too obvious, and Harkry was never able to get rid of the pursuers behind him.

When Hakri ran to the outskirts of the mountain, he stopped in front of a boulder that was only about 100 meters away. He carefully placed Zhou Hao behind the boulder, turned around and took down his machine gun, being chased and running for so long, Hackri felt that he had to deal with the pursuers behind him before entering the mountains.

Somaliland is located in the west of the Somali Peninsula, just in the middle of the Somali Plateau, with an average altitude of about 1000~1500 meters. For Hakri, who grew up in Tibet, these mountains are only two or three hundred meters high above the ground.

Hiding in here made Hackery feel very insecure.

With the machine gun set up about six or seven meters away from the boulder where Zhou Hao was hiding, Hackley quietly waited for the cars to approach.

Although the dust could not hide Harkrie, the same dust also betrayed the car's trail when Harkri put on a hunting posture.

The guards who had been chasing after them had already noticed the sudden interruption of the dust raised by the non-human soldier in front of them, and they already had a basic judgment of the situation ahead: either they fell from exhaustion or the other party was ready for an ambush.

Don't think that after chasing them for so long, they let down their vigilance. This is Africa, and those who are not vigilant have long since died!

The car slowed down slowly, and then suddenly played interspersed in front of Hackley's eyes, bringing up even more dust to completely cover the car. Their purpose is to use this dust to weaken the possibility of the opponent's aim. And the opponent was obviously also confused by their tactics and did not shoot for a long time.

Hackley lay on the ground, his eyes staring coldly at the large cloud of dust in front of the mountain.

This tactic he used a lot during his lifetime, but at that time he and a group of friends rode horses to raise dust to obstruct the view of the opposing archers.

The car drove from west to east, and the southwest wind prevailed in the Somali Peninsula during the summer, and Hackri knew that he could just keep an eye on the starting point of the dust and not study too much. As soon as the first car is forced to stop, the other cars will naturally not be able to continue using this method.

With a hard pull on the trigger, the heavy machine gun quickly blasted hundreds of rounds out of the chamber. At this time, Hackley discovered a very favorable thing, the bullet stirred up a very clear sand nest in the desert.

Even more effective than tracer bullets!

Harkery controlled the machine gun in his hand more calmly, and hundreds of bullets bit the car on the very edge. Before the people inside could react, all life and steel had been torn into a hornet's nest.

With a bang, the car exploded, and the fire and the ensuing thick black smoke blocked the view of the other cars.

Without a pause, Harkery pointed his gun in front of the smoke and continued to shoot. There was no aiming, no targeting, just plain suppressive shooting.

Since the birth of the machine gun, no soldier has expected the machine gun to accurately shoot at a target thousands of kilometers away, and all the shooting of the machine gun is carried out under rough aiming, that is, the direction of the fire is roughly pointed at the target, relying on dense firepower to cover the target area, and killing and injuring all the living targets in the area. Harkri relied on his Mithril puppet's body and infinite strength to barely control the shooting accuracy in a relatively small area. But if he completely let go of control and switched to purely suppressive shooting, the few cars that chased him were out of luck.

Soon, only two bulletproof cars remained at the bottom of the mountain, and the others were hit, most of which were billed with thick black smoke.

Hackley looked at the two cars that had accelerated significantly and rushed towards the bottom of the hill at a faster speed, and Hackley also had a headache.

As far as he could remember, the two cars should be enough for his 7.62mm bullets.

Bringing the car closer together would break through the body's defenses, but Harkry felt that he was already sorry for his master, and if he put these two cars within a hundred meters of his master, Harkry felt that he could die again.

After thinking about it for a while, Harkery patted his head and actually forgot his master's Barrett!

The master's gun was capable of firing a kind of explosive bullet, and Harkry had seen the benefits of this gun more than once. It's just that there are too few bullets, and the owner is a little lazy, so he hasn't given it to himself.

Ran quickly to Zhou Hao's side, and sure enough, there was a magazine in the vest that carved out a ball of dancing flames with a knife. After gently removing it, Harkery took Zhou Hao's Barrett and quickly replaced it with a magazine, put it on the ground and directly pulled the trigger by feeling.

A sudden fire suddenly appeared about 20 meters in front of the car in front, and Hackley frowned helplessly. Because he didn't know Zhou Hao's scope zero setting, and the temporary adjustment time was too late, he could only shoot by feeling.

After thinking carefully about how he felt when he shot and the point of impact, Harkri adjusted a little more and pulled the trigger again.

This time it was a little closer, and the fire appeared less than five meters to the right side of the car.

The third time, Hackley struggled to recall all the memories of the shot in his head, and then adjusted the lead again according to the feeling he had just felt.

Shoot!

The car that had just dodged the first two bullets was hit in the windshield, and Zhou Hao's flame bomb didn't matter if you were bulletproof glass or not, his lethality relied on fire that surpassed all flames in nature. The white flames, with a temperature of more than 4,000 degrees, instantly ignited the entire car, and also emptied all oxygen near the car, and no life could survive in this situation.

As for combustion, it's nothing more than a by-product.

In the end, there was only one Land Rover left, and the driver saw that the situation was not good, and he drifted around and wanted to evacuate, but at this time, how could Hackl, who had already mastered Barrett's ballistics, let him escape and then bring someone over to encircle and suppress him.

After a light shot, a big fire, the whole battlefield became quiet.

Lying quietly in place and waiting for more than ten minutes, the entire battlefield did not have any biological reaction except for the occasional deflagration sound when the fire burned. Hakri put away his gun at this time, picked up Zhou Hao again and hid deeper in the mountains.

It's just that Hackley doesn't know that there is a device in the car called a dash cam, and there is something in the sky called a satellite.