White has always been proud of who he is.

He is one of the strongest special forces in the world, he has traveled all over Iraq, Afghanistan and Syria, he has never been defeated, and any enemy who dares to confront him will have only one end in the end, and that is death.

There are very few troops that can compete with their troops, and they can be counted on a handful.

Even those troops are only on par with the seals, and there is absolutely no chance of surpassing them.

White had always believed that the only person who could defeat him, apart from the instructors in Blackwater, was the seal himself.

But today, the cruel facts have made him fall into a cold winter.

There were only five enemies at most, and they attacked them one after another, causing a tragedy of nine dead and one wounded.

Are they really just mercenaries?

Killing White won't believe it.

If the mercenaries have such a fighting level, then what do you need the troops to do, if you want to start a war, you can hire them directly.

However, Jeriman swore that these enemies were just mercenaries.

White finally understood the meaning of Jeriman's words, the mercenaries like him did not mean that these people were comparable to Blackwater, but comparable to Blackwater's combat troops, and they were better at fighting than his former instructors, far beyond his understanding.

Up to now, there have been many dead and wounded, but they have not captured a single figure of the enemy.

Where are they hiding?

White looked around, counters, hangers, fitting rooms......

He felt like a hidden dragon everywhere, aiming at him with the cold muzzle of his gun, striking him a fatal blow in his most relaxed moments.

"Jay, Chief Jeriman."

White couldn't help but cry out, his voice trembling involuntarily.

"I'll listen."

"That, we're now nine dead and one wounded, okay, can we leave the battlefield first?"

Jereman was silent for a moment, then replied, "Are you still a seal?" ”

"I am, but the enemy is too cunning for us to sacrifice so needlessly, we can use helicopters to blow this place into ruins." White argued.

"Do you think it's possible?" Jereman asked rhetorically.

White was speechless.

He knew it wasn't possible.

The helicopter was affected by the buildings on both sides and had to land down the street, which meant that the most powerful of the airborne weapons, the ground-to-ground missiles and aviation rockets, were useless. With the only airborne machine gun that could move freely, it was impossible to blow up the mall.

True, the helicopter can attack at high altitudes, but due to the angle of attack, the attack range is limited to about ten meters inside the building, and it is beyond the reach of the whip from a distance.

"Fight, Lieutenant, only fight can erase hatred." Jereman whispered, ending the call.

He set his sights on a café where the footprints ended, wondering if there was a hidden dragon waiting for him or if there was a trap for him.

"I hope it's not the latter, so we can really have a good fight."

Jereman muttered to himself and walked towards the café.

At that moment, the headphones suddenly rang again.

"Chief report, I have just received a report that a helicopter has taken off from Alalbidia Air Base and is flying in my direction."

"Is it finally here?"

A smile appeared on Jeryman's lips and he replied, "Shoot them down." ”

"Yes, sir."

The two helicopters climbed upwards and disappeared into the night.

Jeriman raised his gun and fired at the café bar, shouting at the same time, "Come out of here, are you dragons all cowards?" ”

Suddenly, the roots of his ears moved slightly, and his body jerked to the side.

Just as he fell, a volley of bullets flew past him, and Jeriman could even feel the heat of the bullets as they slashed through him.

Jeriman's assault rifle spun around immediately, and the bullet swept away.

Thump!

Jeriman threw himself to the ground, followed by the sound of a fall from the other side.

The next moment, almost at the same time, the two rolled away together.

Interestingly, they were all trying to dodge each other's attacks, only to stop at the same time.

Jereman rolled behind a post, crouched up as cover, and asked as he changed bullets, "Hey, can you tell me your name?" Are you Du, or Wei? ”

"And what about you, Jeriman, or Billy?"

There was also a question from the opposite side, and I could hear that there was an obstruction in the middle of the voice, so I should have hid behind cover.

Jeriman didn't wonder that the Hidden Dragon would know his name, just as he knew that the opponent was the Hidden Dragon Team 4 and could call out the names of the strongest two.

"I'm Jeliman, who are you?" Jereman asked.

"Your grandfather's name is Zhong Shan!"

"Zhong Shan?" Jereman was taken aback, and immediately remembered, "Oh, that's the magic stick." ”

This was his most direct impression of the mule, and he immediately provoked the mule, and scolded: "If you go to Nima, you are the one who steps on the horse!" ”

The shouting was accompanied by bullets, all of which hit Jeriman's bunker.

The cement pillar blocked the bullet, and Jereman laughed and said, "Why, aren't you a god stick?" I've heard Smith say that you claim to have mysterious Eastern powers that can make people immortal, isn't he right? ”

As he spoke, he secretly took off a grenade in his hand, gently pulled the safety off, and waited quietly.

The mule's bullets shot even harder, and soon they missed, just at the very moment when the bullets were empty.

Jeriman suddenly got up and threw the grenade in the direction of the mule.

The grenade had just flown into the air when a blinding flash of light exploded not far from Jeriman, accompanied by a deafening explosion.

It turned out that he was calculating the mule, and the mule was also calculating him.

The mule wasn't really enraged, it was just a deliberate illusion, and he quietly pulled the flashbang and let it roll towards Jeriman, just enough to druffle the rolling sound of the gunfire.

The reason why the flash grenade was chosen instead of the grenade was because the grenade was due to the presence of fragments, the sound would be more obvious when rolling, and it might not be able to escape Jeriman's ears.

Rao is Jeryman wears a night vision device, which can block part of the bright light, and his eyes are dazzled, and the huge roar makes his ears buzz and make him almost lose consciousness.

He endured the discomfort and rushed to the side, fighting was the stupidest choice before hearing and hearing recovered, and protecting himself was the right way.

And the mule was not much better, he also heard the sound of grenades flying, and did not care to take advantage of the victory to pursue Jerryman, and hurriedly ran to the side.

Bang!

A grenade exploded.

Although the mule dodged in time, it was cut through its butt by a fragment.

"Nima, here it is again!"

This is not the first time that the injury has been made, but fortunately, the muscles recover quickly, and there is no problem of new injuries causing old injuries, but it just hurts for a while

Finish.

"Lao Tzu seems to be losing, Jeliman, this bastard should be fine!"

Feeling very upset, the mule got up from the ground and hid behind a row of hangers, looking for Jeriman through the gaps in his clothes.

Got it!

He immediately raised his gun and aimed it at Jeriman, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, Jeriman jumped to the side as if he had a premonition.

Gunfire rang out again.

The two men shot at each other as they ran.

Bullets flew through almost every corner of the floor, but they didn't hurt either of them.

There is no fluke, it's just that the two of them have too strong a sense of fighting, they are dodging each other's bullets all the time, and they put themselves in the safest place every time they run.

The gunfire disappeared at the same time, but both of them had missed all the bullets, but they only stopped for a short moment before they rang out again.

Jereman had already scolded Smith, Louis, and Edward in his heart.

Among the information provided by these three people, the strongest of the four teams of the hidden dragon are Dewey and Wei Laoshi, and the mule is just a teasing stick that plays soy sauce and doesn't need much attention.

But it's this tease that is on par with him.

Who is so strong that he can step on a horse, and can be at the same level as the captain of the Blackwater Elite Team?

Those three guys are the real teasers!

Jeriman was scolding in his heart, when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and he subconsciously fell to the ground.

At the same time as he lay down, the roar of a sniper rifle rang out behind him, and sniper bullets flew past his steel helmet.

When did this sniper come up again?!

Jereman didn't care to get angry, and hurriedly rolled to the side, the bullet chasing after him, and if the cover hadn't been close enough to him, he would have been sniped by now.

Just catching his breath, suddenly he was alert again.

But this time he had no way to escape, so he could only jump over and jump from the fence next to him.

It has to be said that Jeriman's alertness was so effective that as soon as he jumped down the stairs, a volley of bullets came in, and if he had been a few seconds later in the night, he would have been sieveed by the bullets.

The second floor is not high, and you won't be hurt if you jump, and after Jeryman landed, he rolled sideways and hid in a safe place, then he pressed the communicator and scolded: "Fake! White, what are you doing on horseback? ”

"I, I'm gathering the team......"

White didn't dare to disperse the team anymore, and if it went on like this, there would not be enough people to kill the dragon.

This trick really worked, and everyone gathered together, and they were never attacked by the hidden dragon again.

But he didn't expect that the hidden dragon took this opportunity to sneak to the second floor and besiege Jeriman with the mules.

That is, Jeriman, the elite captain, if he were replaced by someone else, I am afraid that he would have died under the spear of the hidden dragon.

"Fack! Whoever told you to gather together, you got me rolled! Jeriman roared.

White also heard that Jereman was on the first floor, and combined with the battle upstairs, the reason why he came down was already obvious.

Knowing that he was in trouble, White did not dare to delay, and hurriedly led the team over to meet Jeriman.

"Sir, yes, I'm sorry." White said in a trembling voice.

"Pigs! You're all pigs on horseback! ”

Jeriman pointed at the SEALs and yelled, but no one dared to fight back.

White didn't even dare to let out a fart, just now he privately joked that Alalabi was a pig teammate, and now he has become a pig teammate in a blink of an eye.