General Smock would probably be a clown in Karl's eyes, just as he was looking at now. Smoker, an arrogant and arrogant bastard with less than one luck, has led Callert's forces in more than one attack on the Ardennes Heights. Karl thinks that if you want to find an old opponent who can be named, General Smock is definitely an important person.

The guy stood at the intersection confidently admiring the trap he had set that was not perfect in Karl's eyes, and he probably didn't expect that all the defensive artillery positions had been destroyed by the warhammer. In a sense, this only proves that he is a madman. Because he could command his men to charge without any advantage, as he is now. Even without the support of rocket turrets and pillboxes, he will unleash the trap he has set.

Carl, who was the first to find out, gave up on the decision to go directly to the central square, and he hid in the shadows, constantly observing the development of events. To be at least sure, he witnessed a sniper in his field of vision being shot in the head by Nils. Although he wanted to help a little when Nils was attacked. But it was not a last resort, and he could not rashly reveal his position. Because at that time, he had a whole team of mercenaries in front of him, and their combat effectiveness was not as weak as that of the thugs.

Now, he has a good reason to be able to fire indiscriminately. General Smok had his back to him, and there were only three guards by his side. Apparently a proud man like Smock wouldn't care about someone with the status of a guard, in fact, he hated it most of the time. Carl knew this old rival too well, and it was precisely because he knew him that Carl dared to make the next move.

Carl is happy to use any means to deal with Smock, whether it's a sneak attack or a head-to-head duel, as long as it can kill that guy. Hatred for a person is not inexplicable, let alone someone like them who has been a sworn enemy during the long war. Carl was as fast as a cheetah, and Smok was the first to react, while the three mercenaries who were his guards were a beat slower.

In the case of a sneak attack from behind, there will only be one ending, and that is death. The mercenary closest to Carl had a dagger stuck in his neck, while the two mercenaries who were further away had a bullet each in their heads. Smok reacted in surprise by pulling out his pistol and pouring half a cartridge at the sneak attacker, but Karl was prepared to move his body quickly after eliminating the three guards to avoid Smok's counterattack.

"It's funny, it's so funny, I didn't expect there to be a mouse that I missed, it was my negligence. Smok looked slightly annoyed, but his grim smile was a testament to his heart. He doesn't blame himself at all, Carl knows that very well, he's just a bad luck bastard who likes to blame his failures for bad luck.

"Long time no see, you bastard. Karl sneered.

Smok glanced at Karl, who was standing across from him, there was no doubt that this man was from the same celestial realm as himself. It's just that he is proud and doesn't remember that he has such a guy in his impression. He'd killed a lot of people, he never remembered the faces of the poor worms he had killed, and he didn't care about the lucky bastards who had escaped the traps he had laid. "Sure enough, it's not the Arradians who are eyeing here, they won't have that guts. He said sarcastically.

"So, that's what you think of the Arad people. If you stick to your ideas, then I can only tell you that you will suffer. Karl lifted his revolver and aimed it at Smock's head, who was still smiling calmly.

"Maybe it's interesting to have a few Araddians, like one guy I once met on a vineyard. It's just a pity that the guy didn't intend to fight me in order to protect something unrealistic. Smok spread his hands and looked regretful like a good actor.

"You know you won't have to wait long, and right now, everything that's happening in front of your eyes has nothing to do with Arad, it's just a stage. Karl said coldly.

"I know, I know. Smok nodded. "Tell me, then, who are you?"

"Carl Morin, Ardennes Heights Garrison. With that, Carl pulled the trigger with hatred and fired the most weighty bullet yet.

Duels like this are rare, and Carl's impression is that most of the people who have fought with Smok will refer to him as the Grim Reaper in the smoke. The scene soon unfolded before Carl's eyes, and Smock disappeared into the smoke the moment Carl fired his shot, and Carl couldn't even see how he used the smoke grenade. He moved his body quickly, shooting into the smoke in a moving state.

"They all say you're a tough bunch. Smok's voice came from the smoke. "But it seems to me that you are a bunch of stupid people who don't know how to judge the situation. He suddenly emerged from the smoke, the muzzle of the black hole aimed at Karl's eyebrows. The latter quickly dodged, and at that moment Smock began to move the muzzle of his gun. "You just don't know how easy it is. Smok pulled the trigger, and the bullet grazed Carl's shoulder.

Carl spun around and straightened up, facing Smok head-on. The latter was once again submerged in the smoke, and Karl rushed into it without fear of the smoke of an unknown abyss. He saw only a vague shadow, and then he subconsciously raised his shot. But instead of hitting the shadows, the bullets hit the sandbags that the mob had piled up on the ground in the smoke.

It would be the most difficult battle, because it was clear to anyone how frightening it was to not see the enemy. But Carl wasn't afraid, he just wanted to see Smock's face before he died, and he had to pay for what he did.

Smock's shadow flickered through the smoke again, and Carl heard the sound of a projectile rolling on the ground. It was undoubtedly a grenade, and Carl reacted quickly, lying on his side and falling to the ground. The moment his body touched the dusty ground, an explosion rang out. Despite not being injured by the fragments, the shockwave reached Carl, who was hit by the blast on top of the sandbag.

A bullet shot from the smoke towards Carl's eyebrows, killing people with every attack, that's the style of the Smok guy. Karl gently hooked the other revolver with his fingers, staggering the two revolvers in front of his head, blocking the bullet, and the impact sent him numb. "Giving up resistance is your only way out, and you are hopelessly stupid to lose this chance to keep yourself alive. Smok's unpleasant voice rang out in the smoke again.

"That's what you're trying to say?" Karl jumped up from his sandbag and took a few seductive steps to the side. "You're wrong, Smoker, completely wrong. ”

"I didn't expect you to be so stubborn after so long, just right, death will be your best fate!" Smok's voice looked angry, he was not feeling unworthy for the Ardennes Heights garrison, but the fact that the other party's philosophy did not match his, which made him angry. At the end of the day, he's just a self-centered guy. Everything around him, everything and everyone in his eyes are just foils to foil himself.

He attacked him as he wished, and Carl smiled as a hunter spotted his prey. He quickly made a sharp stop to dodge the bullet, leaped forward, then raised his arms and slammed the trigger. In the smoke, when you know the general direction of the enemy, random shooting is the best attack option. Carl didn't feel sorry for the ammunition at this time, he poured bullets unscrupulously, trying to use the bullet rain to get rid of the guy who was causing too much trouble.

Despite Smok's best efforts, the bullet hit his arm, slicing through his face, sending the man's anger rising through his body. The brief sluggishness gave Carl a better chance, and he took a few steps forward and rushed in front of Smock. He finally caught the other party in the smoke, and almost at zero distance, Carl used his excellent physical skills to push one knee against the guy's abdomen.

Smok screamed, and the whole person flew backwards, smashing into the garbage heap on the side of the road. Karl thought that would fit the guy's fate well. But that wasn't enough, he knew that Smok wasn't going to be dealt with by himself. Although he couldn't tolerate the existence of this guy, he also knew how tenacious this guy's vitality was. The irony, however, is that luck has always passed by such a person.