I stared at the camera.

On a pale screen, a team of fighters in black special combat uniforms.

They were heavily armed, armed with brand-new M16 submachine guns with silencer tubes, night vision goggles, blast-proof helmets, high-explosive grenades on their shoulders, and an apparently military-style dagger bulging in their left calf.

"Navy SEALs?" Old Jack carried a gun and smiled. The surrounding gang members laughed, they were all fearless and seemed to be very strong, but in fact they were not really brave at all.

There are obviously more of us than this team, but the quality is much worse, they are special command operations, and we are just shouting and spraying at the sky with AK47s.

The gap is self-evident.

They stopped in front of the barbed wire, one of the leaders waved his fingers back, and one of the team members rushed up with large wrenches, crouched down, and began to cut the barbed wire.

The head looked at the sign with the danger of electricity, seemed to be very disdainful, kicked crookedly, and then raised his hand to shoot back, almost without looking back, like a long eye in the back of the head, a shot hit the monitor.

The screen went white, and it became a snowflake idea.

I took out my binoculars and looked at them in front of the window, and by this time, they had broken through the barbed wire and had broken in.

I didn't take my eyes off the binoculars, and said lightly: "Let's start!" ”

"Okay!" Old Jack turned around and picked up a thigh-thick bazooka, the strongest individual weapon for anti-tank, and now give it to this team of well-trained buddies.

The others rushed downstairs and began to plan the action countless times.

I knew that the quality of these gang members was much worse than that of the special operators, and that fighting with guns was undoubtedly suicide, so the head-to-head exchange was abandoned at the beginning.

The fact that Lena only sent such a few people shows that she only knows where I am, and not all the bullshit she says.

If she had known that I was so armed, she would not have sent such a small number of people.

Because, I'm armed enough to blow up their men ten times.

Old Jack crouched in front of the window, clicked, and pulled the trigger.

Chirp!

The howitzer rushed out with fire.

The special combat team members, whose tactical movements are extremely standard, have formed a perfect offensive and defensive formation, with the commander in the center, waving his fingers from time to time, calmly commanding, and at first glance he is experienced.

However, no matter how rich the experience is, in the face of high-explosive bombs, there is only one result.

That's why I've always loved bombs, simple and brutal explosions, like God, fair to anyone!

Rumble!

Fry up a small mushroom cloud.

Old Jack's accuracy was a little poor, and he only flew in front of the special combat team, but the shock wave and shrunnel generated by the explosion still ended in the lives of three special combat personnel.

I saw a man's head spun around by shrapnel and return to its original position, but naturally life would not return to its original position.

Old Jack threw the hot bazooka and picked up another one.

The loading and unloading of bazookas is actually not time-consuming, only a few minutes. However, this thing still frantically prepared three already loaded bazookas.

Chirp!

Another shot!

Throw away!

Chirp!

Another shot!

In the meantime, I had already reloaded the first bazooka and handed it to him.

He laughed, snatched it, and said, "It's so fucking cool!" ”

Chirp!

Three howitzers in a row, exploding next to them.

Although they were battle-hardened soldiers, they still suffered heavy casualties, some of them had their legs blown off and wailed on the ground, and some of them lost half of their bodies and twitched on the ground.

I don't know if they experience despair, but if not, they will experience it right away.

It's the kind of despair that can completely crush a person with a rock-like heart.

After four shells, the special combat personnel have not lost their combat effectiveness, although they have been greatly reduced. They quickly dispersed, fighting alone, using the terrain as a strong cover.

Howitzers are no longer able to inflict high-quality damage on them, and only with larger and more powerful explosions can they destroy the bunker with them.

In the present war there is a concept called saturation strike.

That is, if the opponent has ten anti-missile weapons, then we will launch twenty, or even thirty missiles, and even if he can stop ten, the other twenty will blow him to pieces.

I asked Old Jack to buy a lot of motorcycles, and then I tied them to several kilograms of bombs, and they were covered with sacks full of iron nails, and the nails were all rusty and tetanus when they got wet.

But one thing to be aware of is balance.

Explosives and nails and the body must be balanced, so that you can travel farther, of course, a few kilometers at most, after all, unmanned, and then rebalance will overturn.

A few kilometers is enough, but I'm actually only 50 meters.

Old Jack's men, on motorcycles, aimed at the special operators hiding behind the bunkers, and let the motorcycles rush out directly.

The ignition time of the fuse is also strictly controlled, and it will explode in the event of impact and rollover.

Rumble!

The motorcycle crashed into the bunker.

Explosives, embroidered nails like rain, and parts blown up by motorcycles, everything is extremely deadly.

The bunker that served as a stone was also blown up, along with those who were hiding behind.

His upper body was gone, and his lower body was covered in a black tire, which I recognized, it was a motorcycle, and it had the words I wrote on it: Goodluck!

Then there was the madness of slaughter, one-sided.

Motorcycles drive out, blow to smithereens, and never go to waste, taking a well-trained body and soul with them.

I used their unexpectedly powerful firepower to completely crush it.

Finally, the commander, with his hands held high, fell to his knees and surrendered.

Old Jack took him to me.

As I sat on the couch, he suddenly drew his dagger, but immediately dozens of guns stabbed him in the head.

He is also a young man in his twenties, and he is in the prime of life, with some bright prospects.

Later I learned that he belonged to the upper echelons of the MK Group, specializing in catching those escaped killers, and he never missed, and I heard that he would enter the upper echelons after retirement.

He stuck a dagger at my feet and said, "I lost!" ”

I leaned over and drew my dagger and said, "I accept your surrender!" ”

He lowered his head, helpless, but there was no way.

"I only have one question!" I said, "I don't want to go to war with MK, I don't want to stay here, I just want to leave, so, just one question, answer correctly, I can let you go." ”

"You say!" He said, surprise flashing in his eyes.

"How do you know where I am?" I asked.

He scoffed, surprised and amused that I didn't know about it, because it was almost an open secret.

He turned his head and asked me to look at the back of my head.

His hair is not as thick as mine, it is very loose and he can see a clean scalp.

I saw a black dot the size of a bean on my scalp, and I understood.

I took the dagger, rushed into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, touched the back of my head, and sure enough, I felt a raised black dot.

All this time, I have been checking my body, and even the cock mouth has been checked several times, but I have not been able to find anything.

I forgot my head!

I cut my scalp with a dagger and took the surveillance out.

I also know a little bit about surveillance technology, and I have been trained for a year. This small device is integrated with signal tracking and recording.

I never understood how the killers proved that the people killed themselves, but now I understand that with this recorder, no one can panic.

After all, most of the dead are not dumb and will beg for mercy.

I also secretly said that I was lucky, my key conversations with Old Jack were all on paper, and I was afraid of their surveillance, and now it seems that prudence did save my life.

I was holding the dagger, and suddenly I had an idea, and then, starting to modify, and after half an hour, I finished my vision, and the corners of my mouth hooked.

I walked out of the bathroom and said to him, "You go!" ”

He was visibly stunned, he didn't expect me to let him go so easily.

I handed him the dagger and said, "Actually, you didn't lose, it's just that I'm a little crazy!" ”

So many bombs, crazy indeed.

Suspiciously, he took the dagger and left the villa.

Old Jack was also puzzled, scratched his head, and said, "Just let it go?" He's going to get revenge! ”

"Yes! It's okay! "I looked at his back, this man was very cautious, returned the same way, did not dare to set foot on the road he had not walked again, probably because he was afraid of being bombed, afraid of landmines.

However, it is true that there are landmines! His caution was right.

"Do you have a sniper rifle?" I asked Old Jack.

"Yes!" Old Jack smacked his beard and said, "I've got a super sniper rifle!" ”