I and the three remaining comrades-in-arms quickly ran down the ravine, but with three faint gunshots, the three comrades-in-arms fell one after another. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Maybe I didn't deserve to die, but the fourth bullet grazed the helmet, and the helmet flew out.

I tumbled to the bottom of the ravine, where there was no running water, but there happened to be a pool, and I jumped into it without hesitation, the water in the pool was bone-chilling, but it lowered the temperature on the surface of my body, so that the infrared temperature detector could not find me. I raised my gun and aimed it at the ground above, I was sure that he would come if he didn't kill me, and I waited for the grandson to come into range, and then I shot at him with a shuttle, and the guy died.

Sure enough, soon, a dark figure appeared above, and he raised his sniper rifle to search for a target at the bottom of the ravine, but it was clear that he found nothing.

He stood there for a moment, then removed the sniper scope, replaced the magazine, and walked down cautiously, step by step.

"One hundred, seventy, fifty ......" I secretly calculated the distance between us, and when he was less than twenty meters away from me, I pulled the trigger, and three bullets were fired one after another, all of which fell on the guy's body. However, instead of falling as I expected, he turned sharply and fired a shot.

I rolled out of the pond before the bullet hit a rock, which exploded and scattered into a thick mist.

We go back and forth, and we run out of bullets in no time. He casually dropped his sniper rifle, pulled out a dagger more than ten centimeters long from his leg, and walked straight towards me.

I also lost my gun, grabbed the thorn, and walked towards him. As we got closer, I could see his outfit, a black and white camouflage uniform, his whole head tightly covered, and a pair of snow goggles on his eyes.

As soon as we came along, we attacked each other, but I soaked in the pond for a while, and by this time I was so frozen that my whole body was stiff, and my movements of my hands and feet were a little uneasy. Under his indiscriminate chopping, he only focused on dodging for a while, but he was tripped by a gravel under his feet, and suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. Seeing that the opportunity had come, the man grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands and stabbed me down. I was also in a hurry, and kicked him on the knee, but the guy never expected me to have such a move, his feet hurt, his body was crooked, and the dagger that was pierced down also lost its head, and it was suddenly pierced in the crack of the stone, because he was too hard, the dagger was too deep, and he could not pull it out again. I took the opportunity to grab a military thorn and stab it directly into the heart of that guy, body armor can be bulletproof, but not sharp. Originally, I could have pierced his heart with a single sword, but my arm was numb and stiff from the cold, and my strength was naturally limited, and although I pierced the body armor, it did not hurt the vital point. The guy was sure I was frozen, and he ignored the dagger stuck in the crack in the stone, raised his bowl-sized fist and slammed it into my face a few times. I couldn't feel the pain anymore, my eyes went black, and I lost consciousness.

I thought I was so glorious, but I didn't. I heard from my comrades-in-arms that a team of Nepalese border guards happened to pass by and saved me, but the man ran away, and they were afraid of misunderstanding and did not pursue me.

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The incomparably long illusion fragments filled my consciousness, and the funny thing is that I also had my wife and children, and the family enjoyed it carefree and happy, but one day, nightmares came unexpectedly.

I reappeared on the streets of the city on my bicycle, and under the neon lights of the city, I felt like a chameleon, changing color every time.

A woman in her thirties walks in front of a little boy about seven years old, who carries a flashing toy gun in his hand. When I passed by them, the sound of toy guns clearly passed by my ears, and the scene of my comrades falling in front of me suddenly appeared in my mind, and my head suddenly had a pinprick pain, and my hands and feet did not obey the call.

The woman hurriedly ran over and helped me up, and asked worriedly, "Big brother, are you okay?"

"Thank you, thank you!" I shook my head, "I'm fine. ”

I thanked and picked up the bicycle, but at this moment, a black figure appeared in the afterglow, holding his hands and looking at me coldly. I haven't seen him before, but even when he turns to ashes, I recognize him as the sniper who attacked us at the border.

I didn't think much of it, so I got on my bike and chased after it, but I ran several places, but I never saw a shadow of the guy.

Maybe it's because I'm too suspicious of myself. It is not early to see that it is too early, so it is better to go home early, otherwise my wife should be worried again.

When I got home, I had just opened the bedroom door, and a strong smell of blood immediately hit my nose, and a sense of foreboding rose from the bottom of my heart, and I shivered and turned on the electric light. Under the snow-white light, his wife and daughter were lying on the bed, with a shocking blood cut on their necks, blood splattered everywhere, and as far as the eye could see, they were all red. My wife was even more disheveled, almost naked, and I knew what the murderer had done to her before she died.

My head buzzed like a hammer, as if my entire skull had shattered in an instant. With the unbearable pain, I only felt that the sky had fallen, my world had fallen apart, and for a while, I rolled to the ground, sobbing and crying.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew behind my head, and I saw a bright knife stabbing straight at me. The grief in my heart turned into anger in an instant, and despite the pain in my skull, I dodged the blade on one side of my body, and then my left hand reached out, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and clasped his wrist joint, and my right hand followed, and a punch hit his hand holding the knife, I shot out with hatred, almost using the strength of my whole body, only to hear a click, his fingers were basically dislocated, and the knife in his hand could no longer be held, and it slipped down as soon as it was released. I caught the knife in mid-air, and with a strong left hand, I pulled the guy, and the guy's body leaned forward, and my knife was already stabbed out. However, the guy was not weak, seeing that the sneak attack failed, but fell into passivity, kicked out on the spot, only to hear a pop, we slipped in the opposite direction, the guy got up and fled, my knife had been thrown, just as he stepped out of the door with one foot, the knife stabbed him in the left shoulder, he stumbled, or ran out.

I have only one thought in my heart, to break that grandson's body into ten thousand pieces, and to stand up and chase after him.

Although the guy was injured, he didn't run slowly at all, not only the wind under his feet, but also his movements were extremely agile, and the flower bed fence jumped over, like a flying eagle skimming the water, without a trace of sound. He ran in front, I chased behind, I only saw his back, but I can be sure that that guy is the killer who killed my comrades on the border line, I am afraid that because I am not dead, I am unwilling, and I committed murder at night.

We ran and chased, walking around the streets and alleys, and I don't know how long we ran, when he suddenly stopped in front of me, and a pistol had already been drawn, and he immediately shot at me, and I only felt a sharp pain in my head, and then my eyes went black and I lost consciousness.