Maybe Mu Tianbo is a little fond of Buck, but he also has the mentality of the same kind of people in him.

It's just that Lao Mou was precipitated and sharpened in the ups and downs of the business sea, and Buck learned a lesson in a more tragic way on the battlefield.

Something happened to Xiang Wan!

What am I going to do?

In other words, the vast majority of people, even those who know the situation like Kuang Wei, may feel that it is impossible to go to a foreign land alone and search for a person aimlessly!

But Buck doesn't believe in this evil, the key is to do it yourself!

If he regarded Xiang Wan's phone call as just a flirtation, as an occasional memory, he could still sit comfortably at the table to spend time and enjoy the comfortable life brought by the huge jewelry, he could completely shrug his shoulders and say that he couldn't do it, without the slightest guilt and psychological burden.

But Buck just advocates fighting for opportunities if there is no opportunity, and only by doing it can there be a little possibility!

In fact, every time a military doctor saves a comrade-in-arms who is covered in blood in battle, isn't he turning the impossible into a possibility?

This seems to be similar to Mu Chenfei's aimless flight to Tokyo, a bit similar?

Anyway, now Buck, who is running through the narrow passage of the house with a rifle, doesn't care!

At this time, it is useless to think too much about the future, since the target is locked, there will be no more hesitation, the street in front of you has become a battlefield, and the breathing after the violent exercise of the chest cavity has pumped the blood of the whole body!

A soldier who was also holding a rifle and standing at the entrance of a street alley let out a low cry of surprise, and Buck ignored him and rushed past him, just lowering his head slightly to prevent the other party from seeing his face, and the bright main street was ahead!

Buck's mind only had the faces of the Japanese personnel standing at the folding table with excited expressions on their faces, and they looked in one direction, which could only be the direction in which the prisoners were escorted, Buck didn't know what direction the young man was pointing in before, and he couldn't judge how far that direction was, whether he could rush over, and now he could only desperately put all his attention on this temporary headquarters in front of him, hoping that the other party would catch the prisoner and send it here.

Listening to the rapid low shouts behind him and the sound of footsteps following closely, Buck's left hand to the right side of his waist silently pulled out his saber, a bayonet more than a foot long!

Because the Japanese are generally short, they like to use the extended bayonet to make up for the lack of guns in the war of aggression against China in the last century, and so far, the Japanese Self-Defense Forces still like to be equipped with this longer bayonet.

The blade of the knife was pulled rapidly in the steel mouth of the leather sheath, and it was dexterously held in the hand side by side with the body of the gun, and Buck had already caught a glimpse of the light, and then rushed through this intersection, and he could see the temporary headquarters, which was only two hundred meters away!

The shouting behind him was even more incomprehensible, and when there were still more than ten meters to the alley in front, suddenly a figure with a rifle turned in from the corner of the house, with his back to the street with street lights, Buck couldn't see his face clearly, but he could hear the other party also roaring in a questioning tone!

It's about the same as the back, maybe it's the staff of the same unit, the shouts in front and back are very low, more like an internal inquiry, Buck adjusted his stride slightly, and when Buck's movements and expressions were illuminated by the street light, when this person found out that something was wrong, it was too late, ten meters was just a few steps, Buck raised his rifle to smash, and the figure with skilled gun fighting experience just subconsciously raised his gun to block, and the bayonet hidden on the side of the M4 rifle handguard flashed ghostly!

The blade feels a noticeable stagnation!

The wrong move of the rifle to defend himself sideways left the soldier's head and neck exposed to Barker's eyes!

From the chest to the neck, and finally to the chin, a large mouth is opened!

Blood bursts out!

This young soldier, who looked no more than twenty years old, didn't seem to believe that the bloody killing had just appeared in front of his eyes!

And Buck, who was deliberately waiting for the footsteps behind him, kept moving, turned around and shouted in his mouth: "Baga!"

From rushing forward to attacking the soldiers at the entrance of the alley to turning around, the whole action was done in one go, and the soldiers who rushed up were chasing and shouting because they had been chasing and shouting, and the dim alleyway was inevitably a little panting, just in time to meet Buck's rifle butt, and slammed it on the face!

This blow was no easier than the one that was stabbed, and it was also a little unbelievable to the ground!

Buck was on guard with a gun in his right hand, half-kneeling and swinging his arm with a knife!

The knee pressed the opponent's chest, and the bayonet stabbed in from the throat was slightly twisted to ensure that the artery and trachea were cut off, and finally the neck muscles were used to block the back of the knife.

The incomparably familiar feeling of death under the Judge's hands!

It's just between flips!

The soldier who was slashed a meter away was still convulsing, a large amount of blood was gushing out, his arm was no longer able to grasp the rifle, and he wanted to reach out to cover his chest, but the wound nearly two feet long was split from the ribs to the shoulder blade and throat, and the current shaking was only due to the inertia of the air pressure in the lungs.

Buck always held the muzzle of the gun towards the mouth of the alley, untied the magazine bag on the chest of the corpse with his left hand, threw it to the corner of the alley, and brought the rifle over to mend the knife on the spine of the dying soldier......

It was almost the center of the army's protective ring, and there were more soldiers behind his head, and everywhere he looked, there were more secret agents, that is, civilian clothes and policemen, a handful of one or two armed with shotguns and submachine guns, while the others seemed to be only half and half armed with pistols.

That's right, who would have thought that in the capital of a country, there would be such an indiscriminate killer, ignoring the tacit and unspoken rules of diplomacy and the intelligence system, and doing things indiscriminately?

Sniffing the smell of blood that had begun to permeate his side, Buck seemed to be ignited on the tyrannical side, took out the sorted magazine, stuffed it into his chest, took a deep breath, as if this would increase the oxygen supply to the brain, calmed down, stood up, and walked to the street, just like other military guards lined up on the side of the road fifty or sixty meters apart.

Look down at the military boots on your feet......

You also have to suppress your breathing rate, if you are too excited and breathe too often, the concentration of carbon dioxide in the brain will drop rapidly, which will cause a series of undesirable conditions such as numbness in the hands and feet, and even muscle weakness.

Now that he had made a move, the spicy judge, who had no intention of stopping, put his finger on the trigger ring of the rifle and looked coldly at the large black van that was slowly approaching surrounded by many civilian clothes running on foot!

Prisoner van or ambulance?

There wasn't any number on it, not even a license plate number!

It's like a cash truck!