"Is the jammer really here?"

The "big old man", who was searching in the park, had a hint of confusion on his face, which had been blackened by the smoke of gunpowder.

Relying on his only remaining attendant, it was a blessing to be able to reach the park. The desert camouflage uniform on his body has long been unable to see its original color, and there are many more scars on his body.

The big old man who saw the battle scene outside the park naturally did not choose to go in directly and send him to death. He avoided the battlefield and slipped in from the southwest corner of the park, looking for jammers that might be hiding in the park.

However, the situation seems to be a little strange now.

Aside from the area of battle ahead, the rest of the park was unusually quiet, like an uninhabited wasteland, with no trace in sight.

Judging from the kill hints, Royal Armor, Bloody Blade, and Carol should have died here just now, and all that remains is "Countercurrent".

Although I don't know if the guy took the jammer, there is no other choice but to continue looking for it now:

It's fine that there aren't sparrow drones in the park, but they can't travel anywhere else without jammers.

"Get ready......" the old man whispered.

The old man in the gray military uniform beside him did not speak, but nodded to indicate that he heard, and his hands full of green muscles were replaced by a German World War II MP40 submachine gun at some point, the black body was shiny and shiny, and it looked like a brand new factory equipment.

Despite his advanced appearance, the old man was still in good spirits, and the muscles on his body were displayed through the military uniform, which looked like a veteran of many years of war.

The old man reached out and stroked his gray beard, then suddenly turned his head to look at the clearing behind him. Picking up the MP40, he aimed at the pitch-black clearing.

"Enemy attack!"

His hoarse voice had barely sounded when it was drowned out by the rapid sound of gunfire.

A rain of bullets thundered, and the old man and the old man fell to the ground together, raising their guns and trying to aim at the enemy.

From this distance, they could only see two galloping silver rays, staggering back and forth on the grass, much faster than a human run.

"What ......?"

The old man switched the night vision device to thermal imaging mode, and then the image that came into his eyes made him almost unable to believe his eyes:

"Holy, wheelchair?" The big old man couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Two wheelchairs raced from the grass, and the two people in the wheelchair used their submachine guns with one hand, firing a large number of bullets at the old man and his entourage, and with their left hands, they grasped the joystick on the console in front of their bodies, as if they were controlling the wheelchairs.

- How do they change bullets?

As soon as a question mark floated in the old man's heart, he saw the two men throw away the submachine gun that had run out of bullets in their hands, took out another gun from their backs, and continued to shoot in this direction.

It seems that the other party picked up the mercenary's guns on the road, but if that's it, their firepower will not be able to support it for a long time!

"They'll retreat." The old man was convincing.

At this time, the old man with an MP40 was shooting at two wheelchairs, but due to the speed of the enemy and the fact that he was too suppressed to get up and aim accurately, the bullets fired also deviated from the target and landed on the lawn behind him.

"Shoot......" the old man yelled in a low voice.

"Okay." The big old man immediately raised his gun and opened fire.

Probably because he had played the role of "political commissar" before, the old man always felt that the voice of this attendant had a little magic power, and people could not help but do what he was told.

He recruited this entourage a long time ago, but the old man never revealed his true identity, not even a name, and as for his code name, it is now also displayed next to him:

"John", a heroic NPC, has been recruited.

He wore a Soviet military uniform with a Soviet accent, but used an outdated European and American name, which must have been a fake name. And the true body of this old man is still hidden in the fog until now.

Rapid gunfire rang out, and as the old man and his entourage began to return fire, the fire of the two men in wheelchairs also weakened a little. In any case, it is always a little inconvenient to shoot in a wheelchair, and the shooting accuracy is pitifully low.

In that case, it's time to start fighting back!

Seeing that the enemy's offensive was weakening, the big old man took out an M249SA machine gun from his backpack, pulled out a long bullet belt and hung it on his shoulder, ready to play the role of "Rambo" to unleash devastating fire on the enemy.

But just as he was getting ready, the unexpected happened again.

A shrill hum resounded over the lawn, and the engines of the two wheelchairs suddenly exploded, and the metal wheels began to spin wildly, carrying the two wheelchair people into the air, and with a beautiful flick of the tail, they made a big bend and accelerated and disappeared into the dark woods.

“……”

Seeing that the two people in wheelchairs actually ran away, the big old man was also a little caught off guard for a while, and before the machine gun that had just been changed for bullets could fire, the enemy had disappeared without a trace.

"Catch up." The attendant said in a deep voice.

"It may have been dangerous in the past, and I don't know what they mean yet." The old man stared at the woods with a frown.

Because the open space behind him was scorched by a heat wave, and only a piece of hot white could be seen with the thermal imager, the old man also gave up thermal imaging and switched the eyepiece back to night vision mode.

"Wait a minute, you ......"

Before the old man could finish speaking, he saw that his entourage had already stood up and ran to the place where the two wheelchairs had left. Before he could speak, the man, who went by the pseudonym "John", rushed into the woods.

……

At this time, the two people, who had just been in a wheelchair for a fight, were hiding in the woods to exchange their "experience" of driving.

"How does it feel?" Lin Chi casually threw away the MP5 that had run out of bullets and replaced it with his ACR "Big Viper" assault rifle.

"Fortunately, this acceleration is exciting." Mason's tone was flat, as if he was used to this kind of thing.

The reason why the wheelchair suddenly accelerated just now was because they pressed the green button on the console, and the red button was used for emergency braking.

Even the two who are experienced in combat are a little used to fighting in wheelchairs. The reason why I missed the opportunity to kill the enemy just now was precisely because of my unfamiliarity.

However, after a baptism of battle, they are now also beginning to become proficient.

What's more, since there are no combat drones nearby, there is no need for the two wheelchairs to move within ten meters all the time, and their movements are suddenly much more flexible.

"The enemy may be coming after him, ready to flank."

Lin Chi gave an order, and the two wheelchairs galloped away in opposite directions, and the two people driving special "vehicles" were ready to kill the enemy at any time.