Chapter 67: Shame

The fog shook violently, and the rain rolled up.

Everything was easily torn apart under the chain of bullets that converged into a chain of fire, and then the emaciated shadow in the rain and mist was engulfed in the firelight.

In an instant, it was full of holes.

A gust of wind blew, and it flew up into the sky, drifting in the rain, leaving only pieces of broken raincoats, which fell to the ground. But there was no human figure to be seen.

It was as if the figure was a phantom of a ghost, and then vanished after a gust of wind.

"What about people?"

The mercenary operating the machine gun looked around in amazement with a cigarette in his mouth.

The co-pilot, the middle-aged sergeant who put down the phone, pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, "Be careful, it may be a stealth kind of soul expansion, all on the infrared night vision device, keep a distance to close the circle, and force him to jump out." ”

An echoing voice came over the intercom.

Just behind the armored car, in an instant, several burly soldiers wearing night vision devices jumped down, they were armed in their hands, skillfully divided around, and slowly approached.

In an instant, just behind the elevated cement isolation pier, a black object was thrown out, drawing an arc from the air and falling in the direction of the armored vehicle.

Frag grenades!

God frag grenade!

Is it the sublimator or the regular army on the other side!

β€œFire in the hole!”

At the moment when the reminder of his teammates sounded, the huge off-road vehicle began to reverse sharply and retreat, but it was too late.

The grenade exploded in mid-air.

In the last moment, the entire off-road vehicle was sideways under the driver's frantic steering, and then, the fire and air waves burst out, countless fragments smashed on the bulletproof armor on the side of the body, and the sound of glass breaking was endless.

But before they could react, at the moment of the explosion, behind the isolation pier, a figure suddenly jumped out and rushed towards the nearest team member.

It's incredibly fast.

It seems to be floating in the wind.

After the high-speed development was about to end, the body that had been adjusted and specialized into a perception type by the crow exploded at an astonishing speed in an instant, and the black shadow clinged to the ground, pulling the fog and rain curtain, rushing towards the face!

Without hesitation, the trained team pulled the trigger in an instant, but as if expected, the shadow made an eerie turn in the air, almost juggling, flying along the trajectory of bullets.

As he jumped, the figure's feet drifted across the water on the ground, causing a thrilling splash.

Before the splash landed, the immature face was already close at hand.

In the next moment, they staggered, blood gushing out of the mercenary's neck.

The emaciated shadow dodged behind him, tugging at his shoulder, steering deftly like a puppet, aiming the muzzle of his gun in his hand in the direction of his teammate, and then pressing lightly on the inside of his elbow.

The knee jerk reflex is generally precisely controlled.

The pull of the fascia caused the index finger to subconsciously contract, and before the enemy's body fell to the ground, the chamber of the gun erupted with lethal poisonous fire.

Fire sweep.

The mercenary with his throat cut provided temporary cover for Huai Shi, and as the enemy fired chaotically, he ran with the corpse, which was gradually losing its temperature, and dodged behind another isolation pier.

Then, he threw another fragmentation grenade out, listened to the scrambling voices on the other side, skillfully pulled the magazine from the corpse, and compared the caliber of the bullet.

It can be used universally.

Good luck.

The dangerous blow seemed to have been effective, and the opposite side no longer dared to come over in the encirclement, so he could only continue to suppress it through firepower, forcing him to hide behind the isolation pier and not be able to rise.

In order to prevent them from throwing a few grenades over for themselves to taste, Huai Shi could only try to shoot blindly and keep firing back.

Then nervously fumbling for his pockets.

He couldn't find where it was......

It's in the inner pocket that should be in the jacket.

Until he remembered the travel bag he had thrown on the ground, and then patted his head in frustration: this is stupid.

At this moment, the rainstorm is getting thicker and thicker.

Without the raincoat, the rain continued to get wet into the neckline and soles, which was very uncomfortable.

Just as Huai Shi was hesitating to give it another try and see if the bicycle could be turned into a motorcycle, she heard the sound of a horn from an armored Humvee.

"Are you still alive, little ghost?"

A hoarse voice asked.

Huai Shi was amused, "You guess?"

"It seems to be quite alive. ”

The person who shouted was not annoyed, but said bluntly: "You did a good job, no, I should say, it is the first time I have seen someone who can behave so beautifully, how old are you? sixteen, seventeen, are you an adult? no? To be honest, I don't really want to kill children."

Listen, little ghost, there are nine more people on our side, fully armed, you have no chance of winning, how about raising your gun and obediently coming out of there?"

"I have a question. Huai Shi suddenly made a sound.

You ask. ”

The person who shouted smiled, the conversation was useful, and no matter what happened next, they were able to take the initiative. With a little luck, I took down this imp without blood.

"Where are you from?"

Huai Shi leaned back against the isolation pier, lowered his head and pulled the bolt of the gun, and asked in a loud voice: "Rome, America, or Russia?"

Without waiting for the shouter to reply, he said to himself: "Listen to your cowardly tone, it must be an American, right? Do you want to be ashamed? Shame to know?"

By the way, he also cursed in the Latin he had learned from Red Glove's memory.

Taunts are multiplied.

The predecessor of the American Community itself was a series of free city-states founded by Roman immigrants and local Aztec natives and Indians before the partition.

Although Rome found the opportunity to be a rebel when it was competing with the Russian Federation for Western hegemony, it was also met with tragic retaliation from Rome.

At the end of World War I, he was even more beaten by Rome, and could only rely on the pressure exerted by the Russian Federation on the Eastern Front to survive until the end of the war.

And the combat effectiveness of the Americas has completely turned into a joke, which the Romans laughed at for more than two hundred years.

To this day, you can hear people telling classic American stories in any bar in Rome, and the classic jokes are timeless and constantly evolving, which can be described as a source of happiness for the Roman people.

Now it is used on the freedom fighters cultivated by the American Community, and it is simply outstanding. Huai Shi could almost imagine how ugly the shouter's expression was.

In the carriage, there was a dead silence.

"Can you lock it in?"

After receiving a confirmed reply from the other sniper, the grim-faced commander finally said goodbye to Huai Shi: "It's a pity, kid, you chose a dead end. ”

Huai Shi was amused, wiped the rain from his face, and raised his gun: "Do you know? My best result a few days ago was to wipe out an elite team, which took two minutes and eighteen seconds. ”

He listened to the long-awaited thunder in the distance and whispered, "I guess this time it will be shorter." ”

At that moment, the lightning after the lag and thunder burst down from above the sky.

Illuminated his face.

So, the sniper crouching on the roof of the building in the distance saw the smile on his face.

And the middle finger raised towards himself.

Immediately after, something fell from the sky and landed beside him, an oval iron object bouncing and tumbling in a pool of water, gurgling and whirling.

The sniper looked up in amazement as he watched the black bird trail away.

β€œFUXK!”

He closed his eyes.

Rumble!

Flames rose from the roof of the building, illuminating the Commander's stunned eyes.

And in the loud sound brought by this ceremony, the Huai poem behind the isolation pier has been shot out with the increasingly fierce drum beat in the headphones!

With the roar of the heavy metal band, in the howling wind, the boy let out a hoarse moan:

β€œβ€”β€”I am Iron man!”