Chapter 70: The Last Explosive Power of Life

I silently watched their lame performances, keeping their positions in my mind's mind, and there were six of them, in groups of two, hiding in three large trees.

I took a deep breath and prepared to slowly crawl towards the guys. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind: how could the enemy have been lying under the rotting leaves for so long, how could there still be such a strong infrared effect? It is said that they can pursue this place, they must not be mediocre, they should be like me, full of green vines, right? Could it be that they fell off while hiding from the beast's attack, and they haven't had time to replenish it? Judging from their actions in climbing the tree, except for the first one who was a little cautious, the other five were all hairy, not too calm, was it really as I thought before: it was really the mosquitoes that forced them to hurry? Anxious to get up to the tree to deal with the itch on your body? It won't be that simple! That was my first reaction. Anyway, now it is: from among these six guys, I can't find their commander.

Now the problem is serious, if the first guy is not their commander, then the sinister and cunning guy must still be secretly hiding under a bush somewhere, trying to verify for the last time: we are still nearby, preparing to attack them. If this is the case, then if I act rashly just now, I will mercilessly fall into his trap and fall into the abyss from which there will be no return.

I calmed down a little more, focused all my energy, and sensed everything around me, so as not to be stabbed by that guy from behind.

After about five minutes, I suddenly felt a faint shadow in front of me, behind the big tree where the two guys had been hidden. I know, it's the infrared effect, maybe it's the cunning guy who is densely covered in green vines, absorbing a lot of heat from his body, causing the infrared radiation to be so faint, almost making him a fish that slipped through the net.

The guy groped underneath for a while, and suddenly, like an agile ape, scurried up to the tree in the blink of an eye, and became a faint red shadow in my eyes. If I hadn't discovered him in advance, it would have been hard to believe that it would be a "person".

Now I was completely relieved that the enemy had appeared, and it was time for me to strike. I shaved some damp green vines on my back to avoid being spotted by the guys, and then clenched the dagger with my teeth and crawled forward slowly. I try to slow down as much as possible to prevent making noises. The slight shaking of the bushes is basically not afraid now, where can it still be detected in this dark forest?

About twenty meters from the tree where they were hiding, I noticed that several small red animals were biting at the corpses of the big beast and the guy who had gone first. I can't crawl anymore, I'm alarmed by the little animals that will alert those guys. I lay quietly on the ground, carefully feeling the movement on the top of several large trees.

The four guys directly in front of me and on my right hand moved a lot, and you didn't need to perceive them to see their dark red bodies; The two guys on the left hand side are more Sven, and their figures are only faintly visible on the infrared lens; And the cunning guy on the far right, the rather wise commander, has not the slightest image, and he must have woven a "green leaf container" for himself, like me, and completely packed himself into it.

Without further ado, I immediately made preparations for the assault: I reduced the two stabs to my calves, aimed my submachine gun at the six guys in the three trees a few times, and let myself sense the change in angle and distance, in order to prevent them from escaping, I prepared six bullets from each tree, and then refired according to the situation, the wise guy who hid himself in the "green leaf container", I planned to use grenades against him.

Carefully dodging behind a large tree to prevent being hit by flying shrapnel, I slowly removed a grenade from my body, pulled out the safe, and put myself in a half-kneeling position. I took another deep breath, quickly threw the grenade in my right hand at the large canopy where the "temporarily disappeared" guy was, and immediately grabbed the submachine gun with my right hand, which I suddenly retracted, and pulled the trigger on the six unsuspecting guys. The silence of the forest was broken by the sound of a loud gunshot, and the roar of fire instantly reflected half of the forest, and several short screams came to my ears, and the grenade exploded in time, and in the loud explosion, I saw a black shadow fall from the tree. I had already thrown away the submachine gun in my hand (the infrared radiation from the hot barrel would reveal my position), quickly dodged behind a large tree, and took out two more grenades, one at the falling shadow, and one at the landing of the six guys. Two more loud noises reached my eardrums, and it now seemed that the cautious and wise commander and the six guys who had been shot were not spared the merciless destruction of their bodies.

I slowly leaned down, trying to crawl over and pick up another submachine gun and a few grenades to come back for emergencies. But as soon as my crawling palm stretched out, it slowly retracted, because it suddenly occurred to me a detail: the grenade I threw at the enemy commander had just exploded, and the guy was already in the process of falling, which only shows one thing: the cunning guy was not blown down by my grenade, but jumped from the tree on his own initiative. In other words, as soon as my gunshots rang out, the highly alert guy noticed it and immediately jumped down from it. In that case, neither of my grenades can hurt him?! If it didn't hurt him, then what was he doing now? He must have known that I was the only one from the attack, and was he now clutching his wounds, gritting his teeth in hatred, eagerly waiting for me to examine their "corpses"? Then he also "threw a peach and repaid it with a plum" and reciprocated me with a "flowering iron-trapped steamed bun"? Or has he sneaked over and is ready to strike a fatal blow at me as well? A huge chill suddenly felt behind me, and I immediately searched in the direction where the guy had landed.

No, I'm going to get out of this position right away, but the problem is that my submachine gun, which I was afraid of exposing myself to because the barrel was too hot, has already thrown me into the bushes more than three meters away, and I'm going to pick it up now, and it's still of great use to me. Quietly, at a slow pace, I felt my way to the place where the gun had been dropped. It was dark all around, except for the smell of gunsmoke, and now there was silence, and the few small animals that stole the corpses were not sure where they were startled by the loud explosion.

I touched the submachine gun that was still hot, I didn't take it directly and put it on my body, but tied it to the hook and rope, I can't move the position with this red-glowing iron guy on my back, that will be beaten into a hornet's nest, of course, that is on the premise that the cunning and wise guy is still alive, with the huge hatred that the guy has for me now, there is a possibility of being abused corpse!

I bit the hook in my mouth, tugged at the submachine gun, and crawled slowly in the direction perpendicular to me. Now it's certain that the six grumpy, grumbling fellows are gone, for I saw them all screaming and falling from the tree, and even if they weren't dead, the grenade was enough to kill them. Maybe there will be a lucky guy who still has half a breath left, but he can only wait for God's summons, he should thank the merciful God, and when he is dying, he will still leave him three or five seconds to repent, so as not to leave too many regrets, so that the rising soul is also preoccupied, and cannot be at ease in the new job!

Bang bang bang...... Suddenly, a fierce gunshot rang out behind me, and I could even feel the dazzling red light from the fiery muzzle, and I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and my mind went blank, waiting for death to summon me. However, after a shuttle of bullets, I was still unharmed, and I could even hear the sound of the other party changing magazines.

I was in a frenzy, and I was secretly glad that I had been cautious and had not shifted the submachine gun on my back, otherwise I would have been in the company of the six souls who had just walked a short distance.

It seems that my guess is right, that angry, cunning and wise guy was indeed not killed, judging from his action of using all the bullets just now, that guy has been driven by me to the point of almost madness, and he will ruthlessly eradicate me at the expense of completely exposing his position, until the bullets are gone, and then he will change the magazine in a hurry, preparing for a new round of corpse abuse, so as to avenge his brothers who "hate iron but not steel". In his eyes, I am a dead man now, yes, such a short distance, 30 bullets, 30% of the probability of hitting, should also beat me into a human flesh sieve, not to mention, his hit rate is far more than 30%!

I silently let go of the hook in my mouth, turned a right angle to the left, and continued to crawl forward. I'm going to hide myself first, wait for that guy to come and "torture the corpse", and then find a good moment to kill him in one fell swoop.

Now that I have run out of grenades, the submachine gun has also paid for my life, and the hook rope has also been martyred, and there are only five miniature pistols on my body, which are not very powerful, unless I hit the vital point, it is difficult to kill me with one blow, and he can completely beat me into a hornet's nest at the moment of death! I know that for people like us, the last explosive power of life is unimaginable to ordinary people, and it is even more inexplicable by science. Of course, I also have two daggers and two stabs in hand-to-hand combat. I want to use such a weapon now to deal with this insidious, cunning, and wise fellow, and I can imagine how difficult it is.

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