Mark Kazunga looked at Tang Fei in amazement, and the world in his eyes also quietly changed, the lenses of black-framed glasses lit up with light and shadow, and the soft green lines shrouded Tang Fei and his assistant, and at the secret door in the direction of eleven o'clock on the left side of the two, there were two small red dots approaching, and the intensity of the red light rose and fell as regularly as a breathing lamp, which attracted people's attention.

"Oh, there's another guest." Tang Fei squinted his eyes and aimed diagonally behind him.

"What is this?" Mark Kazunga wondered, "You heard that voice too, and you heard the same thing?" ”

"I have two ears, Your Excellency, and one over here." Tang Fei pointed to his left ear and said, "But what we heard is still a little different, I stand face to face with you, and what I hear here is five o'clock, so what you hear over there should be, eleven o'clock?" ”

What does that mean? Mark Kazunga has an itchy throat, could it be that the electronic sound coming from the headphones is not made by the same person? How can there be two logisticians providing communications to an agent at the same time?

“13，12，11……”

There was no time left for Mark Kazunga to ask questions, for the countdown to the constant ringing in his ears did not stop, and at this time the two red dots in the direction of eleven o'clock were getting closer and closer, and gradually enlarged to reveal the silhouette of a human figure.

"Have you ever played a first-person shooter, Your Excellency President?" Tang Fei asked as he quickly shoved the automatic pistol into Mark Kazunga's hand and put a black ring on the wrist of his right hand.

Mark Kazunga had never played a shooter, so he let out an uncontrollable exclamation when he saw a near-real arm appear in front of him through the lenses.

This arm appeared out of thin air, and Mark Kazunga knew that it was the lens on the bridge of his nose that was playing tricks, but this arm felt too real for him, not at all like a flat projection on a movie screen, but like a real object, so that he subconsciously reached out to touch it, but naturally did not touch anything, and his fingers went directly into the "arm".

"It's 3D imaging technology, how about it, it's much better than 3D glasses in the cinema, right? Ahem, Your Excellency, please move your right hand holding the gun so that your arms and fingers overlap exactly what you see, and then pull the trigger. After Tang Fei finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, suddenly grabbed Mark Kazunga's left hand, and put on a silver bracelet inlaid with crystal nuclei.

The automatic pistol with a full magazine weighs nearly 1.5 kilograms, and Mark Kazunga is old and weak, with his weak physical fitness, even if he holds the gun flat, he can't stop shaking, and he can't complete the aim at all, but after wearing the silver bracelet, it seems that a warm current flows from his wrist all over his body, bringing a long-lost sense of power, magically making his wrist stop shaking.

Having seen too many unimaginable things in a short period of time, Mark Kazunga no longer screamed at this magical little trick, he moved his arm calmly and calmly, so that the right arm and right hand holding the gun completely overlapped with the impact he saw - at this moment, Mark Kazunga suddenly understood why Tang Fei kept moving his arm when he aimed at the door frame and fired just now.

“3，2……”

The two red dots had turned into figures encompassing two red lines, and several circles had appeared on them, enclosing vital parts.

"Should I shoot?" At this critical juncture, Mark Kazunga, who was completely unafraid of death, had a whim, "What if I don't shoot?" ”

“1.”

At the end of the countdown, the door frame was kicked down, and at the same time, the black ring on Mark Kazunga's right wrist suddenly vibrate, and the pinprick sensation like an electric shock transmitted through the skin to the wrist bone and phalange, causing his right hand to be numb for a while, and the index finger automatically bent and pulled the trigger without receiving the brain's instructions.

"Poof"

A scorching bullet flew out of the chamber of the gun, through a narrow silenced tunnel, and then into the forehead of an assassin outside the door, causing him to fall silently.

Just as the gun rang out, the virtual arm that Mark Kazunga saw had a slight change, its position adjusted, and Mark Kazunga's wrist was deflected by the recoil of the gun.

"Puff Puff"

In desperation, Mark Kazunga fired a series of shots, adjusting the position of his arms and wrists as he fired, and two of the three bullets hit the second Assassin, one in the thigh and the other in the neck.

"Plop, plop"

Two crashes hit the ground in quick succession, and two MPi-KM-74 automatic rifles with gun straps pressed under the corpses, bright red blood gushing out and staining expensive handmade blankets. Mark Kazunga stared blankly at the two corpses on the ground, and after a while, he looked at the automatic pistol in his hand and the two bracelets on his wrists, still unable to believe that this was happening, and he even wanted to slap himself a little to see if it was a dream.

"A hostile target approaching at seven o'clock, three people with automatic rifles and white phosphorus grenades, two people approaching at three o'clock, with submachine guns, model PP-2000, with the same estimated contact time, countdown to contact 17, 16, 15 ......"

"Tsk, I've learned smart, and I know that I have to attack from two directions at the same time, but how can I not learn to feint from multiple sides to cover the main force? With all due respect, the military commander in Malawi may not even be as good as a half-army blind war correspondent. Oh, sorry, I need to get my glasses and bracelet back. Tang Fei smiled apologetically, reached out and took off the glasses from the stunned Mark Kazunga, put them on the bridge of his nose, and then took the bracelet, but did not take off the invisible earphones.

When Tang Fei put on the two bracelets, Mark Kazunga heard the countdown to "5".

"Get down." Tang Fei suddenly shouted.

Mark Kazunga's face was sluggish and unresponsive, and the white reporter holding the camera jumped to the side of the sofa one by one, pulled him up and pressed him to the ground, while Tang Fei walked leisurely, walked to the bookshelf and stood still, and the moment he stopped, a dense gunfire rang out outside the two doors at the same time.

"Bang bang"

Sawdust and dust were everywhere, bullets were spilling in like broken stone that didn't need money, and both doors were crumbling with holes punched out of them.

Mark Kazunga was pressed to the ground by the white reporter and could not move, and he could only raise his head slightly with all his might, and saw Tang Fei, who was unscathed, standing in the middle of the room full of holes, striding forward, while leaning his hands behind his waist, taking out two mini Uzi submachine guns, throwing out his arms in a chic and neat manner, and pointing the two muzzles out of the two doors respectively.

"Dada

The battle is over.