The cold-blooded soldiers of the Cyprus Navy Killing Squad kept shooting and killing the gray-clad mercenaries who attacked without saying a word. And a mustachioed "public-faced" contestant was crouching behind the soldiers, with a cigar in his mouth.

Coaches, who have never smoked in the real world, enjoy the feeling of smoking in the game. For him, who "lost his body" at a young age, this kind of thing can be regarded as a novel experience that has never been seen before.

"Cleanup complete." The soldiers of the Navy Hunt Team reported the results in a tone that was not at all like they had just experienced a shootout, but more like a gardener stretching his muscles after weeding in his own backyard.

"The enemy will continue to attack." The coach said as he threw away his half-lit cigar, pulled out his Colt SAA revolver, and aimed at the smoke from a hundred meters away.

Assign all his attributes to luck, leaving only the basic attribute value that can use the firearm, the coach casually shot at the smoke, only to hear a scream, and the sound of falling to the ground came from the smoke.

"You're a god of marksmanship." A soldier from a Navy Death Squad exclaimed, even when he was "patting the commander" on the back, his tone remained flat.

"It's luck." The coach said another shot, and a cloud of blood erupted from the smoke again.

With a bonus of 50 luck points, he is now in a magical state where he can shoot the enemy's dog head at random. However, a few grenades from the smoke still made the coach restore his attributes to the original state.

When the physical stats are too low, the character's health will also decrease. In the face of a large-scale attack such as explosives, once it is affected, it is certain death.

"Do you want to kill it?" The soldier of the Navy Killing Team asked.

"Let's go kill the commanders, there's no need to waste time with them." The coach put away the Colt revolver and turned to walk in the direction where the gray-clad mercenaries kept pouring out.

He had just arrived here, just in time for the grenade bombardment on both sides. It looks like there are other players attacking the bastard that can explode. And for this situation, the coach just can't ask for it.

Because of this, the coach did not choose to deal with the player who might be hiding in the smoke, but continued to kill the mercenaries where they appeared, intending to find the enemy who was creating soldiers.

- Enemies with such IMBA skills cannot remain on the battlefield.

"Hahahahaha......"

As soon as the coach took a few steps, he heard a loud laugh from the ruins in front of him.

This laughter was different from the voice of the strange man with the hound before, and the tone was not strange, like the kind of "laughter" from the heart.

However, it is very abnormal for people to laugh in the heat of battle.

Hearing this, the soldiers of the Cyprus Navy Killing Squad immediately raised their guns and searched for the enemy's location, but they still found nothing.

Then, there was a rustle in their headphones, which turned into a clear male voice two seconds later:

"Welcome!"

"Who are you?" The coach asked.

"I'm Lecter from the Marine Corps." The man's voice didn't sound like a soldier, and his tone was suave and elegant like that of a standard English gentleman.

"Lecter? The last name is a bit familiar. The coach frowned slightly.

"Ah, you may have heard of my distant brother." The soldier, known as "Smiling Lecter", still had a gentle voice with an inexplicable magnetism:

"My brother Hannibal. Lecter, is a psychiatrist. We occasionally have dinner together......"

Before Lecter could finish his sentence, a burst of gunfire rang out again from the smoke next to him.

Encountering a soldier of the armed search team at close range, Lin Chi directly held the ACR and fired at the other party, due to the urgency of time, he didn't have time to aim at all, but at this distance, even if he didn't aim, it was enough.

The two people who hit him in the smoke fired a large number of bullets at the enemy in two seconds, and several bullets hit the ceramic insert in the body armor on Lin Chi's chest, and the impact force at close range made him stagger back a few steps, while the soldier of the armed search team threw away his rifle and grabbed the right arm that was shot with his left hand and wailed.

The ACR bullet tore through his arm with ease, smashing the soldier's right arm off his elbow, leaving only a layer of skin still attached to it. At the same time that the enemy lost his combat effectiveness, Lin Chi had already pulled out his saber and rushed forward, slashing at that guy's left hand.

"Ah......h

The last survivor of the armed search team in the smoke had his hands completely abolished, and the kick he kicked out in the severe pain was extremely weak, and he was easily dodged by Lin Chi.

Lin Chi kicked the enemy who had lost the ability to resist to the ground, put the blade of the Tiger Claw Hunting Knife against the opponent's throat, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the commander?" ”

Crash!

The blood that spurted out from the broken neck was sprinkled on Lin Chi's hand, and in the face of the blade against his throat, the soldier actually took the initiative to come up and broke it off by himself with Lin Chi's blade.

Watching the corpse with his throat cut fall down, Lin Chi couldn't help but sigh: "What a tough guy." ”

For scouts who often carry out black ops, the worst can happen once captured. Their actions were not recognized by the government at all, and no one would come to their rescue. Even the Geneva Conventions, which "prohibit the ill-treatment of prisoners of war", do not apply to them.

For these reasons, once these soldiers are in a desperate situation, they will basically not give the enemy any chance to capture them, but will directly choose to kill themselves. However, Lin Chi didn't expect the other party to be so decisive.

He opened the skill bar and looked at it, and the two skills on his body still had five minutes of duration left.

Once the effect of "rage" wears off, your strength, agility, and stamina will all drop by six points, and at that time, your combat power will undoubtedly drop significantly.

Thinking of this, Lin Chi clenched the two sabers, triggered the effect of the Titan's Grip again, and ran in the direction where the gray-clothed mercenary had just come from.

Now that the armed search team under the command of Scorpio has to deal with other enemies, Lin Chi will certainly not waste this kind of good opportunity.

According to his inference, the ferocious skill of "Infinite Rioter" will definitely have certain limitations, and the "Scorpion" that is producing soldiers may be in a weakened state, or completely unable to move, and can only stay in place.

As long as they can break through the encirclement of the armed search team, the combat effectiveness of those gray-clothed mercenaries is actually not too strong. You can solve a lot of problems on your own. But......

"Hahaha......"

Lin Chi, who was on the other side of the smoke, also heard the "cheerful" laughter, just like the coach.

Recalling the legend of the "smiling Lecter" told by Mason, Lin Chi clenched the saber in his hand.