He saw a pair of shining eyes, black eyes, full of evil smiles, an oriental face, full of lazy taste.

The major was stunned for a moment, then realized that something was wrong, and immediately retreated, while tearing off the ghost head knife on his back.

Bang!

The cold light flashed, and a wave of blood rushed out, and the major's ghost head knife was broken in two, and behind the ghost head knife, the major covered his throat, his eyes glared out like a dead fish, and his throat rattled.

He was like a rooster with his throat cut off, and he couldn't stop pouring, and a trace of blood gradually expanded between his throats, and then he spewed out a cloud of blood mist under arterial hypertension, like the water of a high-pressure water gun.

Thump!

The Major's body fell on the side of the ship, his body was still convulsing, but the man had lost his life.

Wang Xiaoshi put one hand on the side of the ship, the dagger in his hand was ticking with blood, and then slowly climbed up to the bilge, looking at the two mercenaries with a mocking face: "Don't run yet?" ”

The two frightened mercenaries, as if they had just woken up from a big dream, turned around and ran, but before they had run a few steps, they heard two bangs, both of them were shot by bullets, and the corpses fell straight back, and a rough voice shouted: "The enemy is in the direction of nine o'clock, kill him, and those who retreat die!" ”

Wang Xiaoshi turned his head to look, and saw a big black man wearing the rank of major on the second deck, waving a desert eagle in his hand, howling loudly, but his face was full of fear and panic, and his body was under the protection of seven or eight mercenaries, and he quickly retreated.

Wang Xiaoshi smiled, hooked his toes, hooked a Mauser from the ground, clicked onto the chamber, and strode forward.

As soon as he took two steps, seven or eight mercenaries rushed over from the hanging ladder on the left, and the Mauser gun in Wang Xiaoshi's hand began to shoot with a bang, and the screams rang out one after another, and almost in an instant, the heads of seven or eight mercenaries were exploded at the same time, and the corpses fell to the ground.

With a hundredfold speed and reaction beyond ordinary people, as well as ghostly evasive actions, Wang Xiaoshi has a gun in his hand, and he is the god who controls anyone's life and death on this narrow pirate ship that is difficult to carry out large-scale salvos.

This is the terrible thing about the king sniper, so in the face of the encirclement and suppression of the special police and special forces in Qingzhou, Huaxia Qingzhou, Okantos can easily shoot the pursuers, and regard the anti-encirclement and suppression operation as a killing game.

The dull sound of gunfire, like the roar of the Hell's Soul Messenger, every time the gunfire rang out, it would be followed by a series of screams, under Wang Xiaoshi's gun, there were more than 20 lives in an instant, and the ordinary Mauser gun, in his hands, became the most terrifying killing weapon in the world.

Bang!

The dull sound of gunfire peculiar to heavy sniping came again, and Wang Xiaoshi's entire body immediately became a round ball, rolling along the ship's side bone, and the heavy sniper's bullet shot his foothold through a hole, and then a series of bullet holes appeared, but every shot was one step late.

On the side of the deck mast, Mick's six bullets were fired out in one go, and looking at the bullet marks on the deck in the crosssight, Mick felt tired and weak for the first time.

Once upon a time, the beloved heavy sniper was his most trusted partner, whether it was an encounter with the navies of various countries, or a fierce battle with other mercenary forces, this heavy sniper, every bullet, can take away the lives of the opponent's missmen, commanders, machine gunners and other important people, and provide a strong guarantee for the victory of their own troops.

And Mick has also earned a resounding name: "The Death Chander." Because the rhythm of his heavy sniper shooting is as rhythmic as the beat of a musical drum, and the composition of each rhythm is a human life.

By now, Mick has lost count of how many people have died at the hands of his own guns.

This kind of pride of human life continues to this day, when Mick shot the oriental, all self-confidence, all dignity and pride, were torn to shreds by the mad devil in front of him.

It's horrible!

Mick had never seen such a terrible person, if he could still call it a "human".

His speed is faster than that of a cheetah, his marksmanship is more terrifying than the devil, his evasive actions are maddeningly professional, every time he calculates the impact point, he grabs in front of Mick, so every shot of Mick is only in vain behind him, leaving blank bullet holes.

The most important thing is that he not only deals with Mick's deadly heavy sniper bullets, but also deals with Jem's elaborate bazooka burst explosion, and in order to kill this devil, the leader even cares about his brother's life and death.

In addition to Mick's heavy sniper and Jem's bazooka, there are more than a hundred brothers, armed with different firearms, chasing and shooting at him, God testifies, no one knows how he dodged so many stormy bullets.

What broke everyone the most was that this devil could still seize the gap to fight back in the process of dodging, and as long as he struck, whether it was the damn dagger in his hand or an ordinary rifle, he could cause massive casualties.

He single-handedly slaughtered the famous Anubis mercenaries in the Atlantic, and no one would have believed that it was a fact, not a boring joke told by some drunkard unless he had seen it with his own eyes.

As a sniper, Mick's mental intelligence is absolutely top-notch, but in the face of this demonic oriental man, his spirit has begun to collapse.

As a good sniper, although Mick was flustered, his hand speed was still quite fast, and he was steady, he leaned on the back of the mast and changed the bullet clip in one breath, poked his head out, and the muzzle of the gun began to look for the target.

A flash of cold light!

The blood wave soared, and Mick's eyes were blood-red, and he saw with his own eyes that blood was splattered on his crosssight, which he had carefully wiped every day.

Immediately afterward, there was a huge pain in his throat, and there was a sound of the car belt being cut and snorting and deflating.

He clutched his throat and tried his best to inhale, but no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer breathe in a breath of oxygen, and in his blood-red sight, the damned Eastern devil, holding a blood-dripping dagger in his hand, was looking at him coldly.

"Why don't you use guns"

This was the last thought that flashed through Mick's brain, as a sniper who was obsessed with sniping and regarded the gun as his soul friend, he actually died in the other party's melee kill, and Mick was unwilling to forgive himself.

Wang Xiaoshi smiled coldly, took Mick's heavy sniper, shook his body, and lost his trace, and the moment he disappeared, the sound of dense gunfire shot at the mast from all angles, Mick's body was suddenly riddled with holes and fell from the mast beam.

On the Xiajia cruise ship, a raging fire broke out, and the other half of the ship's side had already sunk into the sea, Li Mingjun rushed out from below the deck with all the people, and the bottom was already filled with seawater, and in another quarter of an hour, this luxury cruise ship was about to sink to the bottom of the sea.

The mercenaries who attacked the cruise ship had withdrawn from the pirate ship at this moment, and on the pirate ship, there was an incomparably fierce exchange of fire, a dull heavy sniper, like the drum beat of chasing souls, one after another, which was terrifying.

"We're all going to die, what about Wang Xiaoshi?"

Hua Murong was covered in **, soaked in seawater, his lips were white, and his hair was like seaweed, looking messy.

But such a wolf bèi, without detracting from her beautiful appearance, even has a decadent beauty that makes people sin, and at this moment she is nervously searching the surface of the sea, and her voice trembles.

Li Mingjun hugged Li Ziyi, who was also a wolf, but his eyes were staring at the pirate ship opposite, and he didn't say a word, but his eyes were the best explanation.

Wang Shenggao and Mr. Qi Da and a group of people were half-squatting on the deck to guard, and laughed at this moment: "Don't worry, even if we all die, the chief instructor will not die, you listen, the fierce firefight on the opposite side must be killed by the chief instructor." ”

Although everyone guessed more or less, but after listening to Wang Shenggao's words, he was still trembling with fright, a single person singled out a shipload of mercenaries, all of them were loaded with guns and ammunition, and they were good at fighting for many years, this kind of crazy action can only be done by madmen and geniuses.

"What is Wang Xiaoshi doing, if you don't take down the pirate ship for so long, in another quarter of an hour, this ship will sink, and then we will feed the fish, and there will be a bird to take down the pirate ship!"

Seeing that the pirates had all retreated to help, and this side was temporarily safe, Young Master Lu resumed the arrogance of the princelings, looked at the pirate ship opposite, and looked disdainful: "We are all civilized people, these pirates only want money, and we can't afford to give it, so why bother with it?" ”

Hua Murong Huo Ran turned around, and anger erupted in his beautiful eyes: "What did you say?" ”

"Me"

Young Master Lu was cheap for a while, looking at everyone's unkind eyes, only then did he realize that he was not out of danger, and suddenly panicked: "I didn't say anything, just a joke, just a joke." ”

Hua Murong didn't say a word, he flew up, and the crystal high heels were kicking between Young Master Lu's legs, Young Master Lu screamed, covered his crotch, his body bent like a shrimp, and tears flowed down his face.

Everyone present could hear the crisp sound of "fluttering" from Young Master Lu's place, and they all shivered, this woman is really not ordinary ruthless, Young Master Lu is not as simple as the sorrow of the eggs, and now it is completely the pain of broken eggs.

"Wang Xiaoshi fought to the death for you bastards, but you are talking cool here, you will die for me!"

The worry in Hua Murong's heart turned into anger, and he came up slowly, rushed over, and punched and kicked Young Master Lu, Young Master Lu didn't dare to fight back, so he had to hold his head and squat on the ground and scream: "I don't dare, I don't dare, Brother Li, you have something to say, help me plead for mercy." ”

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