Although the M2 machine gun has been in service for almost two centuries, the kinetic energy contained in the 12.7mm heavy bullet will not decrease with the passage of time.

The machine gun on the armed pickup truck is equipped with a gunner guard, and the two layers of scrap steel plate look inconspicuous, but it can really resist the penetrating force of AK series rifle bullets, and no one is willing to risk the death of a headshot in exchange for a glimmer of hope for shooting.

"Where's that sniper?" This kind of dirty work, of course, the mayor of Blackwater Town will not fall into battle shirtless, and sent the head of the guard to supervise the battle, the leader was used to licking blood with a knife in his early years, hunting a deer, and hiding a gun in the corpse was his idea, although he seized the favorable situation at the beginning, but the lack of heavy weapons has always been the weakness of Blackwater Town. The machine guns cleared the streets, and then extended the fire, the shacks could not resist the heavy bombs at all, and the number of casualties soared in an instant, many of them were loyal people trained by the leaders themselves, how could they not be in a hurry to catch fire?

The leader took off his Kevlar body armor with a plug plate and handed it to the adjutant, and the explosion of "kick and kick" shook the ground so close that he had to shout loudly, and the leader shouted: "Use the homeless group to go to the top first!" Expend some bullets! You control the battlefield in my place, whoever dares to retreat will be rewarded with a gun, and I will check our machine guns! ”

In order to assault the Wyatt station, the mayor of the town used his old book, and handed over the machine gun that placed the church bell tower to deter the mob with the leader, even if the old machine gun was bloated and difficult to walk, the machine gun team should fire at this time to suppress the enemy, the leader of the cat waist through the screaming crowd scattered, these people are the surviving townspeople, bullets do not have eyes, where there are living people gathered, where the line of fire is pointed.

Two or three hundred meters into an open area, ordinary people galloped with all their might for about a minute, and at a speed that the great sprinters of the old world were ashamed of, the leader rushed through the open field in the blink of an eye, jumped into the forest, and looked for a machine-gun position.

The dead woods blocked the sound of fighting, and the leader quickly arrived at the location of the machine gun, and immediately saw the machine gun team, the shooter, the ammunition man, and the gunner, but the guard responsible for protecting them was nowhere to be found, and the leader immediately raised the muzzle of the gun, and the trembling body of the ammunition hand could be seen from close range.

"What the fuck are you guys planting chrysanthemums here? Fire! Gretel, the three of them! The leader cursed angrily, and the few people gathered around the machine guns were ready to fight at any time, but none of them did not move, and their dangerous instincts climbed the leader.

"If you don't say anything, I'll kill you!" The leader shouted, and out of thin air, the head of the ammunition hand "clicked" and turned 180 degrees, and two lines of blood and tears on his cheeks were aimed at the leader, and his eyes were plucked out alive! The fishy wind blew, and the remaining two turned their heads together, and the way of death was the same!

The chill on his back rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, the leader stood still, his face was blue and he could wring out the water, the more evil the sect, the more he couldn't act rashly, he moved his body, trying to slowly retreat to the open ground, but the soles of his feet seemed to be welded, strong enough to kick the concave granite legs, and an irresistible force pressed down on his shoulders, and the soft soil greedily devoured his ankles.

The carefully wiped machine gun was stained with human blood, and a trace of human figure gradually appeared, the breeze ruffled the water, the air rippled like a ripple, and a rainbow mixed with dark green flashed into the leader's mind, which was the last sight he saw.

The flames raged between Simon's lips, and the big red star cigarettes had always been considered by the Allied soldiers to be a thing that only the lower class of the empire were willing to smoke, unless Marlboro was out of stock, and the delicate young master soldiers were willing to take the roots, and spit on the cigarette butts, sending a sentence: "What bullshit." But no one can deny the wild and rugged strength of the big red star, and each soldier will tacitly ask each other when he lights a cigarette: "Sword or red star?" And said that the last bite of the big red star was given to the commander.

The tobacco burned to the end, Simon wiped his mouth, his saliva was unhealthy pale green, in the post-era, digging into the bottom of it is no longer a compliment, Simon spent 10 coins to buy this pack of cigarettes, and by the way, he asked about the origin of the source, the vendor carelessly took care of the stall, and got the taste after the answer? It tasted exactly like this pack of cigarettes: a rubber stick was hammered into the back of the head, and a leather whip dipped in overnight chili water was used to mend the knife.

Paying on time is a good habit in any situation, and the Zhibao lighter jumped out of the gloomy blue flame and lit another cigarette, and the main street of Montenegro was still blocked by armed pickup trucks, and corpses were piled up all over the barricades. It's not that Simon is passive and slacking off, but that the mayor of the town has specifically instructed him.

After all, preparing money and whether someone has taken it are two different things, and the first and last payment are also two different concepts.

As for conscience and mercy? War is a harsh teacher, and students who do not follow the order of teaching will be recorded as disabled or killed.

"24,25......" Simon counted, Jonathan and his son were slippery and tight, and they didn't need Simon's reminder to see that the first echelon was basically composed of the town's homeless people, of course, squatting on the side of the flank, Peter's sixth sense seemed to be quite strong, and the young man in the scope looked up and raised his middle finger.

"This kid." Simon laughed dumbly, and several homeless people couldn't withstand the intimidating power of the machine guns, and prepared to slip away, waiting for either a peanut from the Overseer or a heavy bullet to cut it off. “29…… 30！ 31！ 34！ Simon shook off the cigarette butt, the trigger was pulled, half of the machine gun shooter's head exploded, the gunfire stopped for a moment, and finally a smart man wearing a steel helmet crawled over the pile of corpses to manipulate the machine gun.

Another number of "7 ......" is the number of snipers. His heart contracted abruptly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind like a volcanic eruption. Simon can be called a brilliant student who both loved and hated by the war teacher, and during the five years of teaching, every combat exam must be taken! Trust your instincts! Trust nerve endings!

The elbow was the center of the circle, but before Simon could get up with the gun, a strong wind that was extremely fast instantly pressed his sideburns to the opposite side, so fast that Simon's fingers didn't have time to flick the AATS knob! A sudden instinct saved his life. "Bang!" There is a fist-sized hole in the place where I was lying down just now, so I don't have to think about getting hit at all!

At 0.00 seconds of reaction, AATS overload is turned on! The vision is clear and blue! Simon's body was still leaning forward and standing up with his waist exerting force, and there was no one in front of him!

Although the speed of time flow is different, the real world still ticks by for a second, and the mind in the overload is like a sedative, calm to cold. Someone using a ranged weapon to sneak attack? Simon first thought of this, before he came to the conclusion that the argument was denied. A seasoned sniper must be extremely familiar with the ambush environment.

Just like ice cubes half submersible and half floating on the surface of the water, the ice cubes and water have the same origin and color, and naturally melt into one part, but the faster the ice cubes move, the greater the ripples!

This is not the first time Simon has used optical camouflage netting, the coating that refracts the ambient light around him makes the wearer invisible and difficult to identify unless he uses a hyperspectral identification glass, but the details of optical camouflage are not hidden from connoisseurs! In the street battles of South Ossetia, with his eyes and experience, Simon still caught the Imperial stealth scout!

Skating? I'm the skate!

The high rate of overload gave Simon plenty of time to search for clues to the attacker, and in an instant, the breeze disturbed a drooping forehead, and then to the left? Rightward! The very light outline of the skull appeared in front of him, and the corners of Simon's lips were full of solemnity and excitement.

Continue the overload, endure the pain of countless small hammers hitting your mind, reduce the overload multiplier, let go of the sniper rifle, fall vertically, and abandon the small to the big!

Undisguise!

The homemade camouflage net was thrown out of his hand, and the timing was just right, and the Coke fell into the ice water, instantly highlighting the ice cubes inside! In a few breaths, Simon instantly judged the means of raid and the method of cracking!

Play Raid! Show amateur skills in front of an expert!

The camouflage net seemed to have an epiphany of spirituality, his head was covered, the silhouette of the human figure was undoubtedly revealed, Simon flipped his wrist, and the python was in his hand.

"you!" Simon scolded, and the point 44 Magnum roared out, and the hammer smashed the next bottom/fire, and the camouflage net stopped moving, stiffly brushed off, and floated down.

Simon has a bad habit of showing grace in the middle of life and death, no matter what, two shots in the future, only dead enemies are qualified to speak, oh, satisfy curiosity? Inexistent.

Like a wall of tempered glass peeling off layer by layer, then the pendulum rises high and falls, the glass slag is sprinkled everywhere, the colorful escape colors are accompanied by the sound of electronic components blowing up, and the silhouette of the human figure suddenly solidifies, a scene that Simon is most willing and unwilling to see: a soldier in a Talos combat uniform.

The attacker appeared, and behind the visible mask with a hole was the hyperspectral goggles, Simon was as familiar with the equipment as if he were touching his skin, even though he broke through the invisibility, the goggles gradually looked like the blood of a bloodthirsty dragon. Simon holds the gun in one hand, so why not the dragon? I'm a Colt python! The strong dragon is invincible to the head snake!

"Bang!" The bullet hit the top of the helmet, the ricochet flew out, the remaining kinetic energy was unabated, and the small half of the small tree on the cliff was crippled, the attacker roared and lowered his posture and ran wildly, Simon didn't have time to shoot the fifth bullet, the Talos combat suit was quite inferior to the exoskeleton, but when it came to the strength of the integrated system, it was the next choice to have a simple iron shelf!

A few meters apart, pure strength before the pursuit of small tricks is the next choice, back is a cliff, zero and a few seconds, the attacker slashed the revolver with a palm, pinching Simon, who almost killed him.

"At least before I kill me, I have the right to know who killed me." Simon stared at the cracked and densely set of the visual mask, covering the color brush and losing the ground, and behind the transparent primary color was a withered face, full of murderous intent? The calmness that sinks under the iceberg is even more terrifying.

The assailant grabbed Simon by the neck and effortlessly carried Simon's feet into the air, staring at the sniper as he struggled to pull the palm of the wire coil into the air.

"You don't deserve to know." In the background is a sky blue tablecloth, with a clearer steel blue eye color.

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