Leaving the house, I slapped myself hard. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is cheap, it's really cheap!

Others are stupid and stupid, stupidity can really be contagious, eh!

I didn't kill those two who showed affection, there are not many fools in this world, so I should protect rare animals.

After some self-comfort, I feel better, and people always have to find a reason to be stupid. Besides, people also said "You are a good person", I haven't heard this for a long time, and it is beautiful to hear it again.

"Smack"

I slapped myself again, and I didn't see that I really had a tendency to be cheap.

This kind of thinking must be stopped, not an example!

Looking at the watch in my hand, there is a number two on it, and an arrow that is always changing.

The number two refers to my kill count, and the arrow is the direction of the next target, which is all information given by the two I released. That's why I'm exposed, the horn won't give you a chance to delay time with peace of mind.

"Whew, brother team Deng Tao is dead!"

The bad news came again, and I put my hands in my messy hair and crouched down with my head in my hands.

I've been avoiding injuries or deaths from people I know well, and every casualty makes me feel bad. I'm not a babysitter, and no one can be protected all the way. I know that overprotection is a disregard for their lives, but my heart just can't be ruthless.

Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not with them now, it gives them a chance to face the crisis on their own, and I guess everyone will make great progress after this mission

Picking up the Thomson submachine gun, I walked out of the house and rushed towards the target indicated by the arrow, I had to speed up the hunt, and I guess the rest of the team would not last long.

The arrow points to the clock tower in the middle of town, and the operator of the M2 is my target!

Thomson's firepower is fierce, the rate of fire is fast, but the accuracy is not high, and the effective range is not far, I am not sure to hit the target more than 300 meters away, and now I regret throwing away the Garand rifle.

"Bang!"

I looked up at the window on the second floor opposite, where the gunshots had just sounded, and it sounded like a German Mauser kar98k.

I gently pushed the door open, kept my eyes on the ground, and when the door was ajar, I saw a very thin line. I knew there was no way this guy didn't have an early warning device.

Easily dismantling the trap and entering the room, I turned around and set the trap up again, I arranged it even more insidiously, the grenade was installed behind the door, and as soon as the door was slightly opened, it would trigger.

Walking slowly upstairs, every step is slow, the sniper is a cold-blooded creature very sensitive, and the slightest abnormality will alarm them.

Slowly sticking my head out, I was worried that there would be a pestle waiting for me to come up.

In fact, I thought about it a lot, not every sniper is a monster, at least they are still normal before they grow up.

A German soldier knelt at the window, his gun aimed at the street below, and a British corpse fell on the street.

The soldier was not very old, about 16 years old, and was supposed to be a junior soldier in the SS. This kind of soldier is more dangerous than adult soldiers, their own cognition has not yet been fully established, and it is best suited for brainwashing.

Aiming the gun at the back of his head and putting my finger on the trigger, I hesitated. After all, I've just done a good thing, and my mood hasn't changed yet, so I can't do stupid things anymore.

I gritted my teeth and felt ruthless, but my fingers didn't listen to the call at all, and I just couldn't press it.

"Bang"

Finally, there was no need to worry about it anymore, and the boy fell to the ground, and the white flowers were still steaming with tender tofu scattered all over the ground.

Pick up the sniper rifle and close the boy's eyes. This silly boy has been a cat here for so long, and he doesn't disguise himself, he will inevitably be targeted by other predators!

I didn't change places, I'm still here, and this teenager's corpse is my natural disguise.

Turning his head, the young man's eyes actually opened again, and the blue eyes made me a little hairy.

I stretched out my hand and turned my head in a different direction, Made, you still want to scare me if you die, and I didn't kill you, bully good people, right!

The M2 was still screaming, the guns were all in rhythm, and in the distance, several Crusader tanks were lying on the road in smoke, and it seemed that the results were very brilliant.

I didn't hit the operator of M2 first, and I don't believe it if there was no one to protect him and kill him. There is no strong cover on the battlefield, and the grave grass that dares to be so arrogant has long been gone.

Look around the clock tower, one, two, three......

There are actually seven snipers lying down, and the M2 below seems to be a good bait!

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out from the next door, and an Allied soldier in the distance fell to the ground. It looks like I also missed a neighbor, eight snipers!

The next location has a limited view, and only one street can be blocked, and I happen to be able to see the situation on that street from my side.

An Allied soldier on the street was half exposed behind his cover, and he wanted to pull back the man he had just died. I counted in my mind, one, two

"Bang!"

It seems that the person next door habitually pauses for two seconds when aiming, which is a good habit!

I zeroed in on a sniper, who hid it well, but it was a pity that the occasional butt scratching was too conspicuous. I glanced over to see an ignorant soldier reappear in the street next door where the snipers had blocked off.

"Bang!"

The two gunshots mingled, and the sniper, whom I had locked, lay there motionless, his left hand still in his pants.

With perfect cover next door, I named the snipers one by one, and finally aimed at the M2 operator below.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the steel helmet from the top of his head, leaving a hole the size of a walnut. The next door finally sensed that something was wrong, and there was a target on the street and no more fire.

He's too late to find out, and I can even guess that the guy next door is leaning against the wall to listen to the action.

I found three grenades on the dead teenage sniper, tangled them together to make a cluster bomb, and then pulled out the fuse and placed it in the corner.

"Boom!"

There was a slam on the floor, a smell of lime permeated the house, and I came next door with my pistol.

A large patch of blood was dripping from under a pile of masonry, and the owner was found. Looking at a severed thigh in the corner, I didn't think he was still alive, so there was no need to pick up the masonry and inspect it again.

I looked at my watch and the number on it was seven. Now the number of us who are alive is 6, and it stands to reason that one per person is enough, so should the dead be counted?

To test my suspicions, I rushed to the next target displayed on my watch, which was moving fast and the arrow was turning faster than the second hand of the watch.

I feel a little strange that this target doesn't move so fast even in a tank, unless he's in the sky?

The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was possible, and when I looked up, I saw that there were several planes fighting in the air, and the arrow on the watch happened to point to one of them.

“fuck！”

I pointed out a middle finger to the sky, and my heart was depressed, where can I find something to jerk off?