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A tank of more than forty tons playing this juggling is simply a kind of violent beauty. The heavy machine guns on its turret spewed bullets like raging beasts screaming justice. Unable to dodge, Nusra soldiers were swept under the hull, and the flesh they squeezed out lubricated every link of the tracks.

Set against the backdrop of a desolate desert, the flames of machine guns, the impact of armor, and the roar of engines combine to create a thrill that hits the heart.

Ordinary people living in peace expect this pleasure from their bones and blood, and now they see the footage of dreams on television screens.

Countless people are shouting, countless people are screaming, and countless people are boiling! Whether it's at home, in a bar, or on a shopping street, wherever there is a TV screen, all kinds of shocked people will appear.

And just when the excitement of the audience was ignited, ......, CNN pinched the signal. Because the scene was too bloody and violent, it suddenly detonated the anger of countless people.

Even Americans are cursing the CNN hostesses who appear on the screen, and no one cares about the big breasts that used to attract them.

Thrill-seekers are eager to see the bloody scene just now, and they are scared half to death while smoking marijuana and experiencing orgasm in a trembling experience.

Inadvertently, Zhou Qingfeng appeared publicly with the image of not being able to die. Whether he likes him or hates him, he has conquered the hearts of countless people in an instant.

Although he did not reveal his identity, Zhou Qingfeng's image was fixed in the minds of countless people - wearing a hideous skull helmet, half of his body leaned out of the turret and held the heavy machine gun, fearless in the bloody rain.

A few hours ago, Fidel, the CIA's senior intelligence director in charge of killing Zhou Qingfeng, had just finished his mission and slept peacefully. But while he was sleeping soundly, he was awakened by a loud knock at the door, and his intelligence assistant shouted at the door: "Mr. Fidel, there is an emergency. ”

Fidel hurriedly got up, dressed, and opened the door, only to see his intelligence assistant holding a tablet with a video of a tank ravaging infantry. At first, he thought it was some kind of Hollywood blockbuster, but when he saw the man on the turret of the tank, .......

Vomiting blood, this guy isn't dead yet? How vindictive is he? Not many hours after being smashed by the 'Tomahawk', he ran out again for revenge, and he came in a tank!

"Go to the command room and get everyone back. Contact the vulture squad on the front line, I want to know the specific situation. A cold sweat broke out on Fidel's forehead, and he grabbed a coat and ran out, feeling in his heart that things were going for the worst, out of control.

Fidel would have scolded if he could. He could imagine how angry his boss would be when he learned of the situation, and then he could imagine that even His Excellency the President was paying attention to it -- ......hiss, as if the president had tweeted. How can I get this face back?!

Anyone who has played the game knows that a powerful enemy boss is not scary. The scary thing is the kind of boss who always can't be killed, and the more he fights, the stronger he gets, the more powerful he becomes.

Each time the boss appears in a new guise, the previous effective move is ineffective later, as if the fight never ends. This can be very stressful.

Fidel was under this pressure now, and Lieutenant Sheldon was under equal pressure. The 'Seal Platoon' he led was still in charge of the aftermath in Palmyra, but he found four or five fragments of optical camouflage. When expecting more to gain, who knows .......

Fidel called from a communication phone, "Vulture One, the target is not dead, he is still alive." ”

What？！

The fact that he had never seen the corpse of the target of this mission made Lieutenant Sheldon uneasy, who knew that now the uneasiness had become a reality. He asked about the situation and knew that the matter was urgent, so he hurriedly led the team to jump on the armed pickup truck and kill the filming site of Aideed's accident.

"'Javelin', 'Javelin', give me 'Javelin'."

The armed pickup truck was speeding at a rapid pace, and Lieutenant Sheldon, who was standing on the roof of the car, shouted to his men. The heaviest weapon they carried on this mission was the Javelin anti-tank missile. There used to be the 'Hellfire' of the 'Reaper' drone, but now the 'Reaper' can't come, so it can only rely on the 'Javelin'.

After assembling the Javelin's launcher and aiming control devices, and activating the infrared thermal imaging camera on the Javelin, Lieutenant Sheldon's attack range was within more than 2,000 meters.

Lieutenant Sheldon glanced at the individual computer on his arm, used GPS to determine his location, and silently estimated the area and time of possible encounters with the enemy.

Thinking that the mission target had lost the stealth optical camouflage, and he was driving an extremely conspicuous tank, he was finally a little more sure of the 'javelin'.

Emerging from the ruins of the city in the darkness of the night, three armed pickup trucks split into a fan and searched forward. The original six-man 'seal platoon' had only four people left, barely able to fight.

"Pay attention to the sand dunes on the left, there is the sound of a tank engine about three hundred meters away!" The radio shouts of a 'seal' can be heard from the pickup on the left.

The desert terrain is so nasty, the ground seems to be flat but is actually undulating. A two- or three-meter-high sand dune cut off Lieutenant Sheldon's view, and he had just aimed the Javelin missile at hand and was thinking of ordering one of his men to move forward to reconnoitre, when a heavy tank appeared over the dune.

"Damn it!" Lieutenant Sheldon scolded. Just because of a sand dune, the distance between the two sides was reduced from a few thousand meters to a few hundred meters. And in the face of a tank, except for his 'javelin', the weapons in the hands of his teammates cannot hurt the opponent at all.

In the event of a sudden encounter, whoever has the armor has an advantage. The T-72 is the one with the advantage. Lieutenant Sheldon had to calm down and operate the missile, and there was no way to attack immediately.

The Javelin's fire control system began to identify the target, and after locking, the guide head was cooled, and the fire control commander made a short dripping sound. If the distance is too close, choose the direct shot mode. The missile was ejected from the launcher with a 'bang', and the rocket engine ignited ......!

Lieutenant Sheldon was able to complete the series of maneuvers faster than he had ever done before, but he still didn't feel fast enough. The T-72 slammed into the ground as it flew out, making a loud noise and the heavy machine gun on its turret fired.

The armed pickup truck that gave the warning bore the brunt, and the 'SEALs' who flew it were useless, even if they were very skilled. There was no way back, so he could only rush up to attract the attention of the tank, hoping to give Lieutenant Sheldon a few seconds to lock on to the target.

In just a few seconds, the unarmored armed pickup truck was shattered by more than a dozen large-caliber machine gun bullets and almost disintegrated. The sacrifice of his comrades made Lieutenant Sheldon almost burst into tears.

Zhou Qingfeng on the turret was murderous and awe-inspiring at the moment, and he happily finished a bullet box, and the depression of being bombarded by the 'tomahawk' was slightly alleviated. Just as he was about to reload his ammo, a bright spot suddenly rose into the air in the distance and flew quickly.

The millimeter-wave radar on the skull helmet quickly determines the target, and the laser on the back shoulder ejects silently emitting a strong laser. The light path in the smoke and dust was clearly visible, and the incoming missile was actively detonated from a distance of several tens of meters.

The exploding fireworks lit up the night sky, the air waves in the air radiated boundless heat, and the flying fragments made Zhou Qingfeng have to bow his head and retract into the turret. And in the midst of the deafening noise, he seemed to hear a terrible and unwilling cry coming from the wind.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was so killed, suddenly laughed and said, "Hahaha......!" Yankees, still want to kill me? It's not that easy! ”