I finished preparing my luggage.

Assemble in an open space in front of the barracks.

Soon after, Russell followed with a group of men.

"Didn't you say we'd go, why did so many people come here at once?" Bynum was surprised.

Not only that, but everyone present was frightened by the people behind Russell, except for a few researchers, the rest were all big men, eager to immediately raise the Woods submachine gun in their hands and sweep the battlefield.

Every one of them can be a big killer on the battlefield, and it looks like that.

However, if you want to say that the leader of this group of people, it is not Russell who has a headache, he is the general acting captain of this full 25-person establishment.

This time is not only to rectify tactics and strategies, but also to watch this group of neurotics who may raise their guns at any time and run wild, it seems that no one looks like a good man and a woman, and everyone's words and deeds reveal the choice that I must obey the order.

But their behavior is not so illustrative, and when they encounter problems, they must not care about the safety of others.

They are an extremely dangerous special army called death squads.

After reciting God's prayer, everyone can hold a grenade and have the consciousness of going to death.

"How do I know this, and it's not that I suggested that the chief call so many people." Russell looked unreassured.

"Hahaha, we will be brothers in the future, grasshoppers on a rope, die together, and never give up." A researcher walked out and hurried to resolve the awkward situation.

"Definitely, definitely."

Russell looked anxious, and turned around to ensure the safety of the person behind him, which was better than killing him.

He knew that it was absolutely impossible to be absolutely certain in battle, and even if the situation was really critical, he could not really abandon his companions for the safety of the researchers.

Although he had promised his superiors that he would ensure the safety of the researchers, it was an almost impossible task.

I believe that the commanders must also understand why he agreed, for the sake of the captains' face, he had to agree to this order.

However, if he is really dead, the commanders can't really drag him to be shot.

This time, the five researchers who came with them were obviously well prepared, and the Woods submachine gun, which was already a necessary piece of luggage.

Although they are researchers, they also know how to use military submachine guns, and it should be said that even the only woman has the ability to face a rough gangster and draw a knife and cut her throat to kill with one blow.

If it's as good as his resume says, Russell doesn't care, just go.

Hearing that it is different from reality, they have faced the true colors of those evil spirits up close, and know and understand their terrifyingness.

Even if the guns are not always effective, the scales on their bodies seem to be able to resist the invasion of all bullets, and I really don't know if they have evolved after so long.

Bullets do not mean that even if they are safe, they are better than nothing, because the best weapons that the entire military department can use belong to this kind of weapon, that kind of alchemy warhead, alchemy technology, and alchemy weapons, then don't even think about it, the military department will definitely not give such an important technology to a few of them, and no one knows whether they will survive in the future.

If any bug can know the secrets of alchemy technology, or try to fuse the rune secrets in alchemy weapons, the Zerg may evolve further.

The bugs are even more difficult to deal with now, and it is impossible to hand over those weapons to the team that may die.

It can be said that from the moment they received the order, their team was already a shadow team, a death squad.

The military department will give them all the support, but if the mission cannot be completed and they want to retreat in time, the military department has the right to say to them, "When the mission is completed, send a helicopter to pick you up, we believe that your ability can be completed, even if it is death, we believe that you must die standing up, right, so, warriors, go fearlessly, behind you are the people supporting you." ”

I don't know which crazy leader will say this at that time, and the leader will definitely be the neurotic, unembarrassed Corporal Uto.

If he dared to say that, Russell would live whatever he said, and he would point a gun at him and send him to God.

"In thirty minutes, the helicopter will come and pick us up." Russell straightened his shirt, glanced at the others next to him, and hurriedly said: "Take advantage of the opportunity now, make a will for yourself, don't you die by then, your family will fall out with relatives over your." ”

"Don't worry, we are all special soldiers, and we have that awareness."

At this time, it was a special unit, a black man from the death squad, he was extremely tall, close to two meters two, lean physique, and his demeanor and behavior were all weak, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a death squad, like the physique of a professional athlete.

However, anyone standing here looks normal on the surface, but in fact, there are secrets that cannot be told in their hearts.

"We are all orphans, abandoned by God, and from the day we are born, we do not expect to receive love from others, we only do one thing, send them to God."

The fat man on the other side took a big cigar in his mouth, puffed two puffs, and said.

At this moment, the rest of the death squad laughed together.

"Okay, that's good, I believe in your expertise." Russell smiled.

In addition to showing an embarrassed smile, what else could he do, get nervous with them, if you are crazy, the death squad is a special force, but even if it is a special force, even if it is here, it will not be filled with an atmosphere that is completely out of place with society.

On the contrary, there is no harmony here, but the only difference is that people here are out of touch with society, and there is a pathological tendency, and talking bad is the only pursuit that depends on whether or not you can get along in the camp of the daredevils.

It's like artists pursuing art, they can say bad things soberly, like singing songs, ode to poetry.

"Hmph, I see you don't believe it, otherwise you wouldn't have shown that smile, you just don't believe it." The black man who had no hair on the side immediately started talking badly.

"I don't mean to look down on you, but you have to respect people, okay,." Russell shrugged.

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The death squad's eyes immediately widened, this is discriminating against them for having a darker skin color than them? This is racial discrimination.

Immediately, though, the man laughed again, "Hahaha, yes, we're, and it seems that you have the potential to talk nonsense, but sometimes you're just too serious, and it's not fun." ”

"Uh, my God, what do you think?" Russell took a deep breath, hummed, twisted his head to the side, and ignored them.