More than 20 seconds passed after the gunfire disappeared, and the thick white smoke that enveloped Zhang Bai faded and dissipated. Zhang Bai lay on his stomach in the gray world of ruins, using the last strength in his body, propping himself up and leaning against a broken wall.

Zhang Bai's handsome face was intertwined with pain and perseverance, and his delicate hairstyle had long been messed up at some point, stained with a layer of dust. There was a crimson blood hole on his left arm, which was terrifying and hideous when exposed to sunlight through bulletproof armor.

He was shot, the bullet buried deep in the flesh of his arm, and the slightest movement would make him shiver with pain. In addition to his arm, the outside of his right calf was also wiped off by a stray bullet.

Now Zhang Bai has lost most of his mobility, and the fragility of his human body once again makes him feel powerless.

Zhang Bai raised the silver M500 to his chest, and there was still the last round of ammunition left in the magazine. He didn't dare to reload, because the sound it made would attract the enemy the fastest and bring him death.

Although now he knows that he can't escape, there will not be much difference between early death and death. If you are captured by the enemy, you may even be tortured to confess the whereabouts of your teammates.

Zhang Bai gritted his teeth. He had been afraid of pain since he was a child, and if he had to endure torture such as pulling out his nails, he might as well blast his head with this last bullet!

There was a brisk footstep behind the broken wall, the footsteps getting closer and closer, as if looking for something around it.

Zhang Bai finally understood that he didn't dare to move at all, and quietly waited for the enemy to come and pronounce a death sentence for himself, and he was so desperate.

"It's all Wu Qi's fault, that kid must have been shot into a hornet's nest a long time ago. I don't think I'm going to use any smoke tactics, hehe, I'm also stupid, I was instigated by him to make such a stupid mistake. Zhang Baixin said, laughing at himself.

The streamlined body of the silver spear reflects the golden sunlight, faintly reflecting Zhang Bai's incomplete face. Zhang Bai's face suddenly turned hideous, and his eyes shot a fierce light.

"I'm going to die anyway, it's better to pull a cushion!"

said that it was too late, Zhang Bai held his breath and turned around violently against the broken wall. He glared fiercely at the location where the footsteps had come from, raising the muzzle of the black hole and pointing it at the approaching enemy.

His index finger was on top of the trigger.

"You're so lucky, Zhang Bai."

The result surprised Zhang Bai, almost the moment he turned to go out, he had decided to pull the trigger at the same time, but he finally stopped. He never expected that the person who was close to the broken wall turned out to be Wu Qi.

Wu Qi was wearing a completely undamaged dark gray combat uniform, holding a blood-dripping long knife in his right hand. Behind him, in the ruined battlefield, the corpses of the Lion of Hell mercenaries lay on the ground.

A faint smile appeared on Wu Qi's calm and waveless face, his eyes were like distant stars, and his gaze seemed to shine from the other side of thousands of light years.

At the moment when he met Wu Qi's eyes, Zhang Bai felt that he had been redeemed.

The silver-white pistol slipped from Zhang Bai's fingertips, and Zhang Bai lost all the strength to stand and fell to the side of the broken wall. He was ashamed of his decadence just now, and what was even more ashamed was that he found that he was so moved that he was snotting.

"Fuck you! You stinky boy actually did it! Zhang Bai did not hide his gushing feelings, scolding and laughing.

Wu Qi looked Zhang Bai's injuries up and down, and a smile disappeared in an instant. He walked up to Zhang Bai, put down the long knife, pulled out a small long box from his tactical belt, and took out a cytoactive agent needle from it.

Zhang Bai rolled up his sleeves, and soon Wu Qi injected the cytoactive agent into Zhang Bai's left arm. In just a moment, Zhang Bai felt a strange sensation rise from every corner of his body, the pain in his arms and calves did not subside much, and the wound became extremely itchy.

Zhang Bai hadn't tried to inject cell-activators yet, and his heart turned out to be like this.

"Wu Qi, in fact, my injury is light, and there is no need to use cytoactive agents." Zhang Baidao.

Wu Qi said lightly: "This is taken from the enemy's sniper, and it can be used when it is used." And the equipment in this place is our trophies. ”

Zhang Bai glanced behind Wu Qi, this tragic situation can only be described as corpses all over the field. Similarly, as Wu Qi said, the enemy's equipment is theirs.

Killing so many enemies of the fifth-level mercenary group, and also solving the enemy's strongest sniper, even so, there was no trace of damage to Wu Qi's combat uniform.

Wu Qi's strength is already so strong that it makes Zhang Bai have an illusion. Was he really just a mercenary in a barren safe zone in the wilderness? Does the third-level elementary level really match his strength? Is it really a great thing that he exists in the Black Gun Mercenary Group? Zhang Bai couldn't help but have many doubts in his heart.

However, Wu Qi had already pulled out his saber and brushed open Zhang Bai's wound when he was worried about himself. Zhang Bai gasped and screamed in pain. Wu Qi turned a deaf ear, picking out the bullets buried deep in the wound with precision and speed like a machine.

Both wounds were sprayed with hemostatic spray, and after wrapping the bandages, Zhang Bai finally breathed a sigh of relief. The speed of recovery of the body is faster than Zhang Bai expected, and it is the effect of cytoactive agents. He now feels like he can walk without a problem.

Wu Qi also stood up and began to search for the loot left on the battlefield. When he passed by the corpses of his enemies, he would bend down to pick up some cigarettes. Fog. Bullets, hands. Thunder, white phosphorus burning. Burn. Bullets and other projectiles were put on the tactical belt, and the SCAR-H, which was much better than the HK416 equipped with the black gun, he was still reluctant to pick it up.

Zhang Bai was different, he searched it up and drooled while admiring. The big hand stroked the body of the SCAR-H, and he was completely reluctant to touch the previous HK416 again.

He also searched and scolded: "It's really fat, it's really fat." ”

After 15 minutes, Wu Qi's appearance turned out to be not much different, and Zhang Bai was fully armed again. He has an SCAR-H on his chest and an XM25* launcher on his back. Rifle cartridges. The bullets in the clip were all replaced with wear. Armor. This kind of bullet was originally used to attack armored vehicles or tanks, and it was too extravagant to use it to hit people. But you can't pick it up, what's the reason not to use it?

Zhang Bai's face was full of a smile of ambition at the moment.

"Gone." Wu Qi said.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Bai wondered.

Wu Qi silently pointed to the ground. Zhang Bai realized that it was time to enter the underground of the base laboratory to see what the enemy leader was doing. After all, the dead and wounded of his men did not appear, and the leader of the enemy must have something extremely important that cannot be rushed back, or in a place where the headset signal cannot be transmitted.

In either case, the underground where the base lab has no sewer pipes is suspicious.