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This sniper location was chosen by Redon last night, an empty building, which has become a dilapidated house because it has been bombed, and is basically uninhabited except for a few homeless people.

And here, facing the main entrance of the Great Castle, although the distance is a little far, it is within the effective range of the communicator.

What's more, it is well-connected in all directions, and there is no stronghold of the Black Death, so it is easy to retreat.

As early as more than an hour ago, Lei Dong had already ambushed here, quietly observing everything around him through the black curtains.

At a distance of 500 meters, it is impossible to see what is happening in the distance with the naked eye, and the range of observation through the scope of a sniper rifle is too small.

Fortunately, Lei Dong has a microphone, he doesn't know who sent the microphone over, but it is obviously very close, and when the big + judge reads out the verdict, he can hear every word clearly, and now he can hear the thud of a stone hitting the human body more clearly.

Lei Dong trembled all over, and he could imagine what a tragic picture it was without looking.

But Redon couldn't save them, and he couldn't save them at all.

At a distance of five hundred meters, with the wind speed below one meter per second, Redon is sure that the error will not exceed two centimeters, he can accurately hit the pair of men and women and relieve their pain, but they still have to die, and the Black Dead will definitely not let them go.

So Redon had to wait, waiting for a worthy target to appear.

If there were those two members of the six places among the targets of today's sentence, Redon would not hesitate to shoot them, so that even if they die, they must maintain a kind of dignity!

Of course, if two of the six compatriots died, at least five Black Dead would be buried with them.

Although there are only seven subs + bullets, Lei Dong is sure that he can make no bullets.

The screams gradually subsided, and the cheers came one after another, and some of the Black Dead people actually fired into the sky in order to vent their joy.

This made Lei Dong sneer in his heart, unorganized, undisciplined, and shooting casually, and soon the people here would be numb, unable to distinguish which gunshots were attacked and which ones were heard by the Black Death when they were bored.

"Uncle Chinese, why don't you fight yet!" The clearest voice came, and it was Nadal Jr.

"Damn the British, how can you let your child go?" Radion cursed, pulling open the curtains, and searching for the first time with his scope.

Soon, Redon saw the shadow of little Nadal, and it seemed that in order to get closer to the bearded man, he actually took a stone and pretended to smash the poor woman.

The child's actions immediately provoked a burst of cheers, and the Black Death believed that this must be a victory for their own propaganda.

One of the Black Dead even picked up little Nadal and kissed him on the cheek: "Brave child, Allah will bless you, and you will definitely become a hero in the future!"

"Uncle, your beard has pierced me!" Little Nadal was very clever, reaching out his chubby little hand and tugging at the Black Death's beard.

"Hahaha, my son, if still alive, would be as old as you!" the Black Death laughed happily.

Little Nadal tilted his head and said: "My father was killed by government forces, uncle, you can avenge me!"

"Revenge, easy, uncle will let you take revenge today!" The Black Death was even happier, and walked up to the bearded judge with Nadal in his arms, and said: "Deputy Governor Fahd, this little soldier's father was killed by government forces, and he wants revenge!"

Five hundred meters away, Lei Dong's body was shocked, and the first big fish finally appeared.

Unexpectedly, this bearded man turned out to be the governor of the province of Aleppo of the Islamic State of the Jihadist Army, and he is definitely a heavyweight.

The muzzle of the gun was slightly reoriented, and Redon was sure that as long as he moved his finger slightly, this Fahd would immediately go to the western sky.

"Allah will bless you and your wishes will be fulfilled today. Fahd also liked the well-behaved little Nadal, reached out and pinched his fat face, then took out the fourth piece of paper and shouted: "Verdict, ten lackeys of Bashar, beheaded!"

Immediately, ten government prisoners were pushed into the middle of the square, and their masks were removed.

These were young men in their twenties and thirties, dressed in Syrian government uniforms, and some of them were wounded.

From the moment they were captured, these people knew that their fate had been decided, so they were all a little numb and motionless just now.

However, when the real time came, when they saw the blood-stained table and the two bloody men and women on the floor, the great fear caused several of them to crumble one after another.

So there were cries and begs for mercy, and some people even peed their pants out of extreme fear.

The Black Dead thought they were too noisy, and several of them went over and smashed sticks in their faces, and their teeth and eyes flew wide, and no one dared to cry for mercy anymore.

"Little warrior, come here!" The Black Death man pulled little Nadal to the center of the square and shouted: "Look, even a seven- or eight-year-old child is going to go into battle to kill the enemy, how many days can that bastard Bashar live?" Long live Baghdadi, long live the caliph, praise Allah Allah!"

"Long live al-Baghdadi, praise be to Allah!" chanted by thousands.

"Come, cut off his head, and your vengeance will be avenged. The Black Death shoved a sharp dagger into Nadal Jr.'s hand.

Four Black Dead men pounced and pinned a government prisoner in his twenties to the ground, three of them held their bodies down, and one grabbed the captive's hair and pulled it up, pointing at the exposed throat for Nadal Jr. to drop.

Little Nadal was stupid, he just wanted to get closer so that the Chinese uncle could hear more clearly, but he didn't want to be taken as a little warrior.

Although Nadal Jr. had imagined countless times that he would grow into an invincible warrior and kill all the Black Dead who had killed his loved ones one by one, he couldn't help but tremble when he actually picked up the knife.

Especially when the government prisoner raised his head and looked at Nadal Jr. with desperate eyes, Nadal Jr. took a step back in fright.

I'm going to kill the Black Dead, not the government army!

"Hahaha!" Nadal Jr.'s cowardice did not arouse the suspicions of the Black Death.

After all, a child of seven or eight years old cannot be a real warrior, and he still needs to be honed.

"Do not be afraid, child, for it is an easy thing to kill these apostates, and it is a very glorious thing, and Allah, the Great, will reward you. Fahd smiled and said, "Look at it carefully, I'll let our decapitation expert demonstrate it to you, and you'll learn it in no time." ”

"I ......" Nadal Jr.'s tears rolled in his eyes.

Fahd became even more proud, and shouted, "John, show this little warrior what a perfect decapitation is." Haha, maybe in the future, your title of first executioner will be taken by this little warrior!"

"Praise be to Allah, and I am looking forward to this moment!" and a large man wearing a face towel walked out amid laughter.

"John, great John!" the crowd boiled over, and they met John, the legendary number one executioner of the Islamic State.

John is more than 1.9 meters tall, very muscular, and his eyes are always shining with an aggressive and fierce light.

In recent years, the executioner John has become almost an iconic figure in the jihadist army, and countless admirers around the world have embarked on a journey to support the jihadist without hesitation because of the video footage of his beheading.

At the same time, many more people gave him the most filthy words in the world, cursing him to die immediately, and to be burned endlessly by the flames of hell.

John walked over, patted little Nadal's forehead lovingly, and said, "Little warrior, you are better than me, when I was your age, I was still a good student in school." ”

Little Nadal had also heard of John's name, and trembled with fear.

Satisfied, John, the executioner, laughed and took two steps forward, took a thick-backed machete from one of the Black Dead, swung it twice in his hand, seemed dissatisfied, threw it on the ground again, and drew a sharp dagger from his belt.

"Although the big knife is painful, it requires strength, and you are too small to cut off a person's head. The executioner, John, crouched beside the captive, placed his left hand on the captive's head, and dug his fingers deep into the captive's eyes, so that the captive could not move at all.

"Decapitation with a knife is a matter of technique, first the blood must be drained, and then the muscles will be cut in this direction. Be sure to pay attention to the gaps in the bones, otherwise it will be difficult to cut the head off. Executioner John pointed at the key parts of the captive's neck with a dagger, and explained the key points of decapitation to Nadal Jr.

"I, I......" Little Nadal fainted, his teeth chattering.

"I cut one, and then you cut the next. After explaining the essentials, the executioner John stood up, raised his hands in the air, and cried out: "Allah, Allah!"

"Allah, Allah!" shouted thousands of people in unison.

"Allah, Ann ......" was about to be shouted a second time by John, whose voice suddenly stopped.

A stream of blood came out of John's throat.

"Bang!" the sound of gunfire was heard, but because of the distance and the boiling crowd at the scene, almost no one could tell where the gunfire came from.

"There's a sniper!" The Black Death, who was the first to react, did not look for the location of the sniper, nor did he look for cover to dodge, but pounced on Fahd like crazy, trying to use his body to form a human shield for Fahd.

However, they were still a step too late.

Less than two seconds after blood came out of the executioner's throat, a stream of blood came out of Fahd's eyebrows, and the top half of his head flew out.

"Over there!" This time someone finally saw the sniper's position clearly, and immediately raised the AK47 and fired wildly.

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