"Ka~Ka~"

The sound of the bolt was crisp, and the violent strafing came to an abrupt end, and the whole world instantly fell into an eerie calm.

In the thatched house, the dust after the explosion, the pungent gunpowder smoke, and the strong smell of blood were mixed and stirred, and they were flying and permeating.

The seven Red Turban Army, whose flesh and blood were blurred, were lying everywhere in a row, and they had no breath for a long time.

The roasted pig was blown away, the roof was shattered, the furniture became waste, the earthen wall on the right side collapsed, and the earthen wall in front was densely packed with holes.

"Click, click, click......"

The torture wind who stepped on all kinds of sundries walked in, there was no reluctance on his face, no indifference, but a strange smile, as if he was enjoying it.

His eyes, in particular, were bloodshot and red, like beasts that had been devoured by a man.

"Ah——, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed this feeling, so nostalgic, so charming, this is the real life."

Xing Feng spread his hands and took a deep breath greedily, the air in the room mixed with the smell of blood, extremely intoxicated.

"Goo~, are you ...... Devil...... The Devil ......"

A red turban soldier who was not yet dead was bleeding from his mouth, and his eyes were full of extreme fear when he looked at Xing Feng.

"Yo~, I'm not dead yet, I'm quite able to resist, come, my brother is giving you a ride, hehe......"

As the exaggerated strange laughter spread, it was like a different person's torture style, and he walked in front of the Red Turban Army in a leisurely manner.

"Come on, come on, give you a fun little gift."

With a strange and evil expression, the muzzle of the gun pressed against the forehead of the Red Turban, and then pulled the trigger.

Can...... And there were no gunshots!

"Oops, sorry, sorry, I forgot I didn't have bullets, buddy, you wait for me for a while, don't worry."

Swish!

"Click~"

It takes less than 1.5 seconds to take the magazine from the magazine bag, unload the old magazine, load the new magazine, and pull the gun to load, which is terrifyingly fast.

Under normal circumstances, it takes 2 seconds to complete this set of processes.

But now, it's like taking a drug and taking a stimulant.

"A peanut, the card is crispy."

"Bang!"

The words stopped, the guns rang out, and the blood spurted!

Shooting at close range, the powerful lethality brought by the 7.62 bullet directly lifted off the back of the head of the Red Turban Army.

A large pile of red, white, and black, directly on the ground, spews out a cone-shaped imprint up to two meters long.

"Boom-"

The pickup truck parked in the center of the tribe suddenly roared violently.

"Hehe, you're the only one, buddy, run, I'll let you run for three seconds."

At this time, Xing Feng's expression was extremely excited, as if he had found a fun game, and he was not worried about him running away at all.

With a joke, he walked to the door without hurry, and AKM lazily hung down by his legs.

At this time, the pickup truck, which was originally parked seventy or eighty meters away, had already run 100 meters away, and was still accelerating.

“1…… 2…… 3…… It's time, it's game over! ”

Throwing the gun and firing directly, the action is very casual, as if it ...... There is no need for mechanical sighting devices at all.

"Bang~"

The AKM, which incarnated as a sniper rifle, fired a single shot with accurate pointing, directly hitting the Red Turban Army more than 200 meters away.

"Whew!"

Perfect hits, classic AK headshots.

The pickup truck, which lost pressure on the throttle and lacked fuel supply, then went forward more than ten meters, and was finally braked by the clutch and stopped outside the village.

"The last toy is gone, it's boring, that'...... Where to go now? ”

His eyes were still red, his chin was pinched, and his expression seemed to be distressed.

"Eh, by the way, there's a lot of toys over there in Bechka Village, haha."

Laughing as if nerves were eerie, he threw two guns over his shoulders, got up and walked to the pickup truck.

At this time, the style of punishment, whether it is skill, marksmanship, or reaction speed, has been multiplied, but it seems to be ......

He had completely forgotten about the mission, the original purpose of this trip, and even the others who were still waiting in the woods.

However, when Xing Feng walked three or four meters, his body suddenly froze, and then with a "poof", he fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

The bloodshot in his eyes quickly dissipated, turning into a godless without focus, and the strange smile on his face was replaced by a dull wooden one.

After a dozen breaths!

The dead eyes gradually came to life, and Mu Ne's face was replaced by a familiar expression.

"Looks like I got sick again, hehe."

Looking at the gradually darkening sky in front of him, Xing Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly, and there was even a painful helplessness in his expression.

Once, he was the most potential special forces in the "Black Berets", the best ace sniper in the entire brigade, and even the documents that were mentioned had been sent to the team.

But later, an overseas mission failed, four went out, and only three came back, and all of them were seriously injured.

Among them, the punishment wind is the lightest, but at the same time it is the most serious, which is a bit contradictory, but it is a fact.

It is not an exaggeration to call it "psychosis", which has no cure, and can only be relieved by medication or by itself.

In the end, the torture wind, who would "go crazy" from time to time, had to leave his beloved barracks!

Unable to integrate into society, he divided his salary and discharge pay into two parts, one for his parents to support him.

With the rest of the book, as well as the "obsession" in his heart, he came to Europe and became an affiliated PMC.

Only this world of light and darkness can make him like a fish in water and get what he wants-

A lot of money, and the source of the obsession to kill!

"Someday, I'll find you."

The scene of the day the mission failed flashed in front of him, and Xing Feng's eyes were filled with a strong killing intent, and he was finally buried in his heart again.

With the help of the system, the punishment style at this moment has absolute self-confidence.

When the discomfort in his brain subsided, Xingfeng got up from the ground and returned to the house that had been baptized by the "metal storm", and began to collect the items that could be used.

At this time, the punishment wind has returned to normal, and naturally it will not appear again, and one person will run to single-handedly challenge the crazy thoughts of hundreds of people.

The other one is crazy, he's not crazy!

Since most of the items in the room have been destroyed, very little can be used.

Two bottles of beer, a Type 56 submachine gun, a dozen magazines, and half a box of loose ammunition are all the gains of the torture wind.

"You...... You're not dead? ”

When Xingfeng walked into the thatched hut where the tribe's civilians were imprisoned, the Hama chief stumbled as if he had seen a ghost.

"Surprised? Chinese-kongfu, one hit ten, do you understand? ”

Xing Feng half-squinted his eyes and raised his head, "The Red Turban Army here is all dead, whether you have it with me or stay, you decide for yourself." ”

After speaking, he turned and walked out the door.

"Chinese kung fu, one fights ten, Chinese warriors, we are saved."

Chief Hama was stunned, but quickly reacted, and shouted at the others with excitement on his face: "Children, the Chinese benefactor is willing to save us, hurry, follow quickly." ”