“！ Damn bastard, is this what you guys have been following all night? The captain yelled angrily and kicked the ammunition box in front of him, but the box had no ammunition at all, and it was all empty.

"Captain, all the tents have been searched, there are still a few clothes hanging in the front ones, and there is nothing at all in the back ones, this is a scam, although I don't want to admit it very much, but we have indeed been tricked." The striker ran over and looked at the captain helplessly.

"Damn, shit! As for the little man who appeared in the Holy City, he can't even lose him! The captain suddenly remembered the guy who was plotting with Yort in the café, and even if the mission failed, at least he had to be caught.

The wolf was just about to speak, when there was a sudden "snap" sound behind him, like the sound of a chair falling to the ground, very small, but it was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

In an instant, everyone's guns were pointed at the wooden house behind them at the same time, and the sound of bullets being loaded rang out, and the captain turned his head to look at the wolf, which meant to ask if there was anyone in the cabin? The wolf nodded.

Because of the limited manpower, half of the people needed to be guarded, and everyone had just focused on the tents, and they had not had time to search the dilapidated wooden houses clinging to the mountain wall.

"Catch it alive!" The captain said in a deep voice.

The striker and the devil dodged when they heard the command, and the devil took out a grenade, pulled down the pull ring and placed it in the door of the cabin, and then quickly ducked to the corner of the side.

There was a loud bang, the broken door in front of the wooden house was blown apart, and the already dilapidated house collapsed in half in an instant, and the devil kicked open the broken plank, and the forward next to him flew in, and then two gunshots were heard.

The devil followed, but in just a dozen seconds, the two of them came out of the wooden house with a bloody face, and just took two steps, the wooden house behind them collapsed with a bang, stirring up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

The devil shrank his neck in fright, and looked back with palpitations: "Damn, fortunately I ran fast, otherwise I would have been buried in it." ”

The striker on the side smiled, and walked up to the captain with the previous commander like a chicken, and threw it on the ground, and the devil also came back and threw another enemy on the officer's body, and the two fell into a ball, lying on the ground and panting for breath.

Both of them had a big cut in their heads, blood flowed down their foreheads all over their faces, the wounds were smashed by the striker and the devil with the butts of their guns, and the blood flowed from bullets in the thighs, which should have been shot when the striker rushed into the wooden house, and the two bullets hit the two men ten centimeters above their knees.

At this time, I ran from the hillside with the Grim Reaper, and I walked closer and looked down, and was surprised: "Who can shoot a gun, good marksmanship, and have a fight with me!" ”

"What a fart, I was aiming for my left leg, and it hit my right leg." The striker said with an unhappy face.

"Meng, I thought your marksmanship had really reached this point!" The devil pouted beside him with a face full of contempt.

"What's wrong with Meng, you have the ability to be blinded by one, sometimes the victory or defeat of the war depends on luck." The striker finds a high-sounding reason to excuse himself, and the devil is speechless.

The captain walked over to the two captives, and without asking a word, lifted his leg and stepped on the chief's calf, and with a crunching sound, the leg bones were crushed several times.

"Ah......h

We had been preparing for so many days, doing so many things, and finally finding a clue, and now that we had been tricked, the captain's lungs were about to explode, and all the anger in his stomach was vented on the two captives, and a group of us stood on the sidelines, not daring to say a word.

The captain is rarely angry, and he can control his emotions in any situation, but the anger is too pent-up and needs to be vented once in a while, otherwise he will be sick, the last time I had an accident at sea, the captain had a fire and kicked the sand in the private club.

We are all the same, but everyone's way of venting is different, I haven't found a suitable one for myself yet, but others have their own habits, although I haven't seen it a few times, my personal experience is fighting, brothers beat each other, fight to the death!

The captain's anger came and went quickly, and after venting, he spit, turned to the side, glanced at the veterinarian, and said, "I'll leave it to you." ”

The veterinarian nodded excitedly, flipped his wrists, waved his hands in front of him, and three scalpels appeared between his fingers, and the movements were quite gorgeous, just like a magician performing on stage.

"Oh, handsome, it's so coo1!" The monkey was cheering on him like a fan, and I thought he was fanning the flames and wanted to see the excitement.

I've heard about veterinarian surgeries, and in order to be able to eat tomorrow, I twisted my head to the side, I really didn't want to see him deboning people, and when I said this, I thought of the bloody pupil's dog offal, that guy's torture and killing methods are no worse than those of veterinarians.

A cruel smile tugged at the corner of the veterinarian's mouth, he didn't continue to torture the chief, who had already been beaten by the captain without a human appearance.

The vet walked over to the other slightly skinny captive, who at first everyone thought was the emaciated man in the café, but then on closer inspection it was not, and I still don't understand how he slipped out from under the noses of me and the wolf.

The veterinarian squatted beside him, the small scalpel bouncing back and forth between his fingers, and the shiny blade glowed with a cold cold light, shaking in front of his eyes, and feeling goosebumps fall to the ground.

"Tell me, where is that little man in black?" The veterinarian's grim smile makes people's backs chill.

The guy was obviously a little frightened by the veterinarian's gaze, his body shrank back, and he said tremblingly, "Kill me, I don't know anything!" ”

"I've heard this sentence too many times, and I am very dissatisfied with your answer." The veterinarian put on an expression of why he couldn't get along with himself, and looked up at the wild lion next to him.

The mad lion smiled, rubbed his hands, and walked over with an excited look and reached out to press the guy's shoulders.

"You...... What are you doing? Kill me if you have one. He struggled twice, but unfortunately in front of a big man like a mad lion, his strength was as weak as a newborn baby.

"Kill you? That's boring, you won't die until you get the answer I want. The veterinarian used words to scare him, while fiddling with the scalpel in his hand, death is not terrible, as soon as his eyes are closed, it is over, what is terrible is the process of waiting for death, that is the real torment, the veterinarian is to use the double pressure of words and actions to destroy his will and make him completely collapse in a short period of time.

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