It may be scary to encounter a school of sharks in the sea, but on the ground, sharks are just waste waiting to die. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Napoleon's armies were invincible throughout Europe, but they fell on the ice fields of Russia.

Sometimes, a change in a scene can change the outcome of a battle in an instant.

In the midst of this darkness, the numerical superiority of the Russian gangsters was quickly leveled. With just a little bit of light from the streetlights shining through the windows and cracks in the warehouse, they probably couldn't even see three meters.

And for firearms, this is less than three meters, that is, the effective combat distance of their owners.

However, this problem had no effect on the killers of the Moriti family, and after a few seconds of panic as darkness passed, they all turned on the night vision function in their glasses. At the first time, the butcher's knife was slaughtered at the Russian people who were as defenseless as lambs.

"People seem to want to...~" Wade sucked his fingers like a five-year-old child who had seen a lollipop, and looked at the Moretti killer next to him with longing eyes.

Although he has a lot of experience in night fighting, Wade has nothing to do with the lack of equipment. As long as he is given a night vision goggles, he can immediately restore more than ninety percent of his combat ability.

But they didn't even pay attention to him.

In contrast, Peter's fighting ability did not diminish by the limitation of his eyesight.

The moment darkness fell, Peter flipped back. Less than half a second later, a few bullets hit where he had been standing. With the Force's perception, he could vaguely sense the location of everyone in the warehouse. And if the enemy is within ten meters of him, he can clearly sense every movement of the opponent through most obstacles.

After a small detour, he came silently behind a Russian. Peter covered his mouth and turned on the stun baton in his hand to its highest power, pushing it against his back. After a violent struggle, the big man's movement gradually became smaller.

And this little movement was enough to attract the other Russians who were still panicking in the sudden darkness. Before the big man in his hands was completely unconscious, Peter had to roll and hide behind the cover again, and the big man, who was already sore, unable to move, could only watch as he was beaten into a sieve by his companions.

A drop of blood splattered on Peter's hand. Feeling the still warm and slippery feeling on his hands, Peter couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach and almost vomited. He looked at the Russian lying in a pool of blood, and his whole body trembled.

I didn't want to kill him...

He was alive just now...

He died because of me...

I killed him...

After Peter lost his mind for a moment, reason reminded him of his surroundings again, and forcibly suppressed the disgust and panic in his heart.

However, the mere momentary hesitation put Peter in danger. The two Russians had already followed the movement and touched Peter's previous position, less than two meters away from him.

"Damn, it's Misha! We just shot Misha! The taller of them exclaimed, and the shorter one kicked him, his eyes searching the darkness warily.

"Be careful! That guy should still be around! ”

A slight sound of footsteps rang out directly in front of them, and the two men, already nervous, reflexively pulled the trigger, pouring the bullets in their chambers in the direction of the sound.

At this moment, a fierce wind sounded, and a figure burst out from behind them. The short man reacted much quicker, and he elbowed his hand back. And the tall man was not so calm. Slow-moving, he turned around screaming, aimed his gun at the shadow, and pulled the trigger again.

The shadow was shot and twitched less than a meter away from them, and it was only then that the two of them realized what the shadow was.

It was Misha's body.

Peter, who was crouching behind the corpse, jumped and rushed towards the two of them as they panicked.

"It's not good for children to carry dangerous things!"

With ease, he snatched the tall man's rifle, and with Peter's hard pull, the tall man stumbled forward. With a wave of his hand, Peter smashed the butt of the rifle directly into his head. The tall man didn't even say a word, and hit the ground like a bag of stones.

It took less than three seconds to finish the tall man, and the short man had already aimed his gun at Peter. Peter flew out with a kick and hit him right in the knee. The short man lost his balance in a moment's pain, and pressed the trigger twice with his fingers in vain, but the accuracy of both bullets was 108,000 miles away.

Peter stepped forward, resting his rifle on the back of the short man's head and pressing it down. At the same time, Peter's left knee lifted up at a rapid pace, slamming it into the short man's chin.

A tooth-aching crack sounded, and Peter tossed the short, unconscious body aside.

He hadn't forgotten what he had really come for, and the situation was just right for him to fish in troubled waters.

A barrage of gunfire rang out, and one of Vladimir's side was swept away by a stray bullet and fell to the ground. Vladimir let out a low roar, then fired two shots at the place where the shot had come from.

The battle had gone on to such a point that it was completely beyond his grasp. The darkness prevented his boys from exploiting their numerical superiority, while the enemy was able to calmly cut down his numbers little by little.

These are not the gangsters under Gree's master who have never seen anything on the market, they are all brothers who have accompanied him from birth to death countless times!

"Assemble!" He gave a loud order to his men, who were still in disarray. "Follow our captain, let's clean out these little bugs step by step!"

After hearing Vladimir's order, the group of Russians quickly and orderly divided into six groups, each with three or five people. Even Peter had to admit that the group of enemies in front of him was far from being comparable to the rabble that had been guarded here before.

The people of the Moretti family suddenly found that the previous one-sided battle had been broken back by the other party again. Several of the opposing squads were scattered, and when each squad advanced, the other squads would cover for it, and as long as the Moretti family dared to look at a shot, his position would immediately be overwhelmed by several times the firepower.

Soon, the next victim of the Moretti family appeared, and the killer next to Wade probed a little longer after the shot, and immediately cut off half of his head by a bullet.

"Alas, the brainless guy, now he really has no brains, right?"

With that, Wade pounced on the killer's corpse with a gleam in his eyes. I took off the infrared night vision goggles, hastily wiped the blood and brain plasma on them, and then put them on my head and turned on the night vision function.

"Uncle Wade is here, you scum are all kneeling and licking!" Completely different from the way other killers kept themselves hidden, Wade roared and rushed straight towards his team, looking like he was in a hurry to be reincarnated.

After all this time, a target finally appeared. The excited Russians shot at Wade, who was speeding forward, but Wade's fast-moving figure paused strangely, dodged the bullets rushing in front of him, and then rolled on the spot with a lazy donkey, rolling out of sight of the Russians.

A bad feeling flashed through Vladimir's heart. Wade, who circled around with great speed, appeared like a ghost at the back of a three-man team, pointing the gun in his right hand at the back of the head of the member who had fallen behind.

"Bang, Happy Halloween!"

The other party's head burst open like a watermelon, bursting out of the sky with a rain of blood. The other two members were alarmed by the gunfire and hurriedly turned around, but Wade's guns were already aimed at them. Wade grinned.

"Two bangs, Merry Christmas~!"

The two guns in his hands each spat out two tongues of fire, and the bullets that flew out pierced through the fatal places of the two people in front of Wade's eyes. They were killed before they could raise their guns.

"It's still a New Year's celebration, who's going to come..."Wade sniffed the gunpowder in the air and began to look for his next target.

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Glico hid behind the cover, not even daring to make a sound. Several of the brothers around him imitated his movements, and he couldn't see the situation from a distance.

Maybe they're all dead, he thought sadly.

There were so many things that had happened in less than twenty minutes that even he couldn't understand what was going on now. Yet he was clear about what he was going to do now. When one of his brothers, who wanted to help, was shot down by a Russian gangster who couldn't see clearly in the dark, he knew that hiding was a pretty good idea for this melee of friend and foe.

Grandma bless me and let me survive this time. If you can survive, you might as well do less of the bad things that will be punished in the future.

Just as he was thinking this, Ivan, who was hiding beside him, suddenly burst out and knocked him unconscious with a punch. Peter also swooped in from the rear and stunned the other man with his own stun baton.

The remaining few people hurriedly tried to fight back in a panic, but they were caught off guard and were not at all Peter and Ivan's opponents, and they were knocked out and thrown aside by the two of them without any resistance.

"You, go and tie them up." With the Force fluctuating in his mind, Peter gave an order to the puppet in front of him. A trace of mental power was drawn from his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little more tired. Peter pinched his palm, pulled himself together, and walked over to the shipping container where Mary and Sophie were being held.

Taking a deep breath, Peter grabbed the door mounted on the side of the container. With a sharp pull, the rusty gate opened with a creaking sound.