It must be admitted that some people live to sit in front of the piano and dance their fingers, and to strike the melody while being elegant like an artist; And some people, just to turn the drawings in the depths of their minds into buildings that can survive for hundreds of thousands of years, so that future generations will be amazed. These people will rack their brains for their dreams, and the pianist may be melancholy over whether a note fits the whole movement; Architects, on the other hand, are likely to spend a whole day thinking about a screw.

Some people come into this world with gifts, and everyone must admit this.

Like, Chekov.

In the dark of night, when he parked his car on the side of the road on the weekend, he suddenly realized that the Russian brown bear that had just jumped out of the car did not have a gun on it!

So, he stopped the car on the weekend to confirm the danger of the incident, but when he turned back to see Chekov running wildly on the road......

Can you believe that this strong, bear-like man did not seem to realize the slightest danger, and the moment he threw off his legs and ran wildly on this road, he remembered many images of the architect standing in front of the great building he had built; After a piece of music, a pianist bows on stage to a standing ovation from the audience. There is the roar of a besieging general standing on the city wall in blood-stained armor as he captures a city.

The feelings and expressions in these pictures are different, but what is the same is the satisfaction and pride in the heart of the initiator after what has been conceived.

On the streets where nothing has happened yet. Chekov has already shown this satisfaction and pride in running. He's running in the wind. There was excitement with every step he took, and when he saw the scene over the weekend, he wondered if the bear was born to be a battlefield full of bullets, and that it was a mistake for the high-ranking officers in the army to put him back.

Is it wrong......

Chekov didn't care at all, admitting that he liked the tension between life and death, the unhappiness of his police career after marriage, the distress of not being able to get along with his colleagues, the incomprehension of his father-in-law, and the helplessness of his wife...... It doesn't matter in this second.

It's an addiction, and Chekov knows it, if not for the tenderness in his eyes. Standing behind him with a watery tenderness to soften him, and the child who did not yet know the gender and hid in his mother's womb, Chekov would leave everything and exile himself in this world of life and death to experience the polarity that he had never experienced before.

Dada......

AK47 gunshots rang in my ears.

In the ears of Chekov, the bear, this is the movement!

At that moment, Chekov, who was running wildly, suddenly bent down, stuck his whole body behind the wall at the corner of the intersection, and poked only one eye out, at that time, he saw a bald head grabbing an AK47 and looking back and rushing forward, and behind this bald head, there was also a guy in a black suit who was starting to grow stubble on his head and was shooting across the street with an AK. Further back, a bunch of people rushed forward with their heads bowed and their backs bent down on the side they were on. This scene is very similar to the scene of him leading the whole team to retreat after a failed mission to Rwanda.

At a glance, Chekov saw through the military careers of those people, and at a glance, Chekov understood that these guys were very warlike and had no intention of fighting.

Chekov's combat experience was too rich, and when he saw the situation in front of him, he immediately raised his level of readiness by one notch, and facing the soldiers was completely different from facing the gangsters, he was preparing with a very serious attitude, and at the same time, he took two steps out.

Three......

Two......

One......

The machine gun finally rushed to the corner of the street, and was about to turn along the wall that was close to the corner, and then when the sea was wide and the sky was high and the birds were flying, he saw that at the moment when he turned the corner, a guy in a police uniform appeared on the outside of his body, and inside of him was the wall of the street corner.

Chekov stretched out his left hand and grabbed the other party's left hand running wildly with a gun in the moment when the two of them staggered, and then suppressed the opponent with his strength alone and forcibly turned his arm back, controlling the opponent's gunman, and the brown bear pushed his left hand forward violently - snap!

The machine gun was directly attached to the wall, and the strength of the opponent made it impossible for him to escape, and there was a feeling of being held against the wall by a construction vehicle.

The distance between the two had just been widened, and Chekov pulled his right fist back violently at this distance, as if he had pulled the bowstring of a bow with his own hands, and once this punch collapsed, the machine gun was bound to lose its combat effectiveness, which was understandable.

Before Chekov's fist could be smashed, he suddenly felt that the strength of his left hand against the opponent was a little loose, and then he felt that the guy who was squeezed by himself by the wall seemed to be rubbing against the wall with this suppressive force, and at the same time, this guy turned around and rotated his right hand, and swept over with a punch.

Touch!

Chekov, who tilted his head to the left, watched as the other man turned from the direction of the wall to face him, and the fist of his right hand swept his chin and was still raised to the side in the light of the street lamp under the force of inertia, while his left hand was pinched and stuck near his right waist.

Anyone else, the punch would have had to be beaten back two steps, and in the pain let go of his hand to cover his cheeks.

Chekov actually felt the excitement after being punched, and the thrill of burning blood began to surge again because of the increase in the level of his opponent, and he could feel that he couldn't suppress the desire under the accelerated flow of blood.

Fighting, he longs for a battle of the same level and can experience the thrill of life and death.

Call!!!

Chekov pushed his fist out, and at this moment, the opponent's level was instantly raised to the level of special forces, and it was impossible for a soldier with only a military background to have such a quick reaction ability and the ability to counterattack in a crisis.

Chekov couldn't handle the punch himself, he only knew to concentrate all his strength on his whole body, his feet kicked the ground violently, his legs tensed as support, his waist slightly transferred his whole body strength to transfer, and when his shoulders shook, the huge fist rushed down like a hammer that reached the highest point.

Empty!!!!!

The machine gun was completely in despair, and he was in pain before he could feel it. For the first time in his life, he was punched by this powerful force. Then it slammed into the wall behind him.

Click.

Driven and squeezed by this force. The other party grabbed his hand and dislocated, and at that time, a feeling of suffocation came directly from his chest, and the machine gun's eyes suddenly widened when he was stuffed, and his whole face was completely red, and he slid down the wall little by little with an unbelievable tremor......

"Drink ......" like phlegm to shout but never shout out the voice shows a kind of extreme helplessness of misery, but the voice is not over, but what is connected is ...... Darkness is coming!

He didn't even feel any pain, and his whole body was already in a fainting.

Chekov let go of his opponent as he saw him pass out, letting him fall. He melted away the rock-like fortitude on his face, and kicked the machine gun with his foot to the extreme: "Alas? ”

He's not addicted!

Under the street lamp, Chekov, the brown bear, stood as majestic as a mountain in his police uniform, which was more than one size smaller, while the machine gun lying on the ground leaned against the wall and did not react at all, and at that time, his shadow was just over the body of the machine gun.

This is Chekov, for whom fighting means something completely different from others, fighting, for others, is a matter of life and death, for Chekov. It's the only way to light yourself up in a terrible real society!

Touch!

The weekend was fired, and the moment he got out of the car, he pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the Mexican bald head who was using a machine gun to suppress the detective behind the car, and pulled the trigger.

These guys are so easy to recognize. It's so good that you don't have to tell if the man who was pressed by the machine gun behind the car has a police officer ID card or not, and you can directly aim at the man who has just grown hair stubble on his head.

The gunfire alerted Chekov that when he bent down and picked up the AK and crouched on the corner to observe the situation, he saw a man in front of a Mexican restaurant aiming for the weekend, and after a short burst of shots, the guy adjusted the muzzle of the gun again to the opposite position, and fired again at a Beetle classic car that had been riddled with bullet holes.

Chekov had no choice, he had to use the extremely reliable but extremely inaccurate AK47 to knock out the Mexican in front of him, and the distance between him and this Mexican was more than one hundred and fifty meters.

AK47 is a firearm that even military fans know its performance, Kalashnikov made up his mind to develop AK47 because the reliability of the firearm is too low after being injured on the battlefield, in order to improve the reliability of the firearm, AK47 was sacrificed to the accuracy that ordinary machine guns should have, this gun is the world's most popular gun when firing, you need to have enough familiarity with firearms and absolute control of firearms.

It just so happened that Chekov had both.

At the corner of the street, Chekov took two steps back, and then rushed out with a lunge in the moment of a hard kick, choosing the tactical move of leaping forward between the pavement and the parked car on the side of the road, that is, after flying forward at a low altitude, holding his hands on the ground, while at the same time quickly rushing through the danger zone in the previous rolling position.

These tactical moves were a piece of cake for Chekov, who had been done almost in the blink of an eye, and when the whole action was over, Chekov was crouching in the butt of a red sedan near the side of the road with an AK47, and the Mexican desert ant with a gun was suppressing Weekend and another police detective, and he almost saw a figure rushing out of the corner of the street in the peripheral vision, and then he could no longer be found in his sight.

At that time, the Mexican, under the subconscious reflection, aimed his gun in the direction where Chekov might be haunted, but with the appearance of this tactical move, the Mexican bald head knew that he had met a master.

Da-da-da-da!

Yikes!

The sound of gunfire came again in the night, and when the Mexican bald head was still looking for Chekov, the car not far in front of him was suddenly burst by several gunshots, and the front of the car in front of him shook violently, and the front position of the car quickly turned to the side.

At the same time, Chekov instantly stood up by the side of the car on the side of the road, and the AK47, which had been brought to his chest against the shoulder socket, appeared with him significantly higher than the body of the car.

Dadada!!

Three-point shot.

Chekov rushed forward at the moment of these three shots, regardless of the other party's reaction, and did not care where the bullet hit, he almost rushed out more than fifty meters in one breath, and the whole situation was completely resolved by his two shots.

The Mexican no longer knew who he should suppress with the AK47, and the detective who was beaten to the point that he couldn't raise his head grabbed the gap and popped his hand out and began to shoot aimlessly, and on the weekend, he squatted near the front hood of a car at this time and pulled the trigger, and the sound of the pistol gunshots of 'bump, bump' continued to disturb the Mexican's mind, forcing the Mexican with the AK47 to crouch down for the first time after rushing out of the restaurant to avoid the bullets.

It wasn't the two pistols he was afraid of, he was afraid of the man who had completely dissolved this oppressive situation with only two or three shots.

Chekov's versatility on the battlefield is astonishing, not only can he fight alone, but he can also integrate into the collective to turn the tide when the whole situation is at its most dangerous!

Under the night sky, Chekov, who did not stop, continued to move forward, and when he was only about 30 meters away from the Mexican man blocking the door of the Mexican restaurant, the bear once again made a move that made people want to exclaim! He carefully lowered his body and climbed into the trunk of a car, and lay down on the trunk without making a sound!

At that time, Chekov saw a Mexican man with a gun and gasping for breath, and he was lying on the trunk of the car and poked out a deadly black hole.

Dada!

Two bullets were fired, and at the same moment, the Mexican, who was crouching there to avoid the edge, suddenly turned his head in terror, and his eyes widened as he stared at the Russian face in a black police uniform lying on the trunk of a black Audi.

Poof, poof!

Two clouds of blood mist burst out of his left chest, and the body that was crouching there fell backwards violently, and the gun held in his hand suddenly rang out, and the sound of 'da-da' pierced the night sky and hit countless sparks on the body of the car in front of him, as a proof of the loss of a life.

He wanted to fight back, but his body movements did not keep up with his brain's thinking, and the thirty-meter chest target was not difficult for Chekov with an AK47.

Two.

Chekov killed two desert ants in the blink of an eye, and the night was destined to belong to him, to the Russian brown bear that could not shine in normal society and would shine immediately once it was put on the battlefield. (To be continued......)