Chapter 413: A Brush With Death
( )(Some people in the book review area said that the protagonist’s combat power has shrunk. Let me explain here. It’s not that the combat power has shrunk. The machine gun is not broken, but stuck. In addition, Koro Island is not an uninhabited island after all. Now You can take pictures with your mobile phone, and you can’t keep the things you use in front of people secret. The protagonist didn’t turn on the vortex engine until after the helicopter drove to the deserted island. At this time, as long as everyone on the helicopter died, no one would I know that this iron lump can still fly. As for why not take out the bazooka and shoot it immediately... how to cover it up by taking things out of thin air? Isn’t it meaningless for the protagonist to change equipment after diving?
Of course, it's really my fault for not showing it in the text, sorry. There are so many private goods, I will add a new chapter today.
Finally, I wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day! )
"Fu-ck! Team B, what are they doing!"
The big bearded man held a rifle and shot backwards while fleeing to the deep water port in embarrassment.
"Mission failed, the whole team evacuated, repeat, mission failed..." Fresh silk flowed down the scratches on his forehead, and Srel, who was wearing a black combat uniform, yelled at Mai, ordering Team C to immediately evacuate.
In an unprecedented fiasco, a helicopter crashed, and the entire team of elites survived. The opponent's combat power far exceeded their imagination, and the iron bumps that suddenly jumped out of the water instantly suppressed Team B, which made them all unexpected.
"S-i, is that Iron Man?" A soldier running wildly holding a rifle cursed out of breath.
"Fart!" another yelled.
"Fart your mother! Did you say—"
"Shut up! Board the ship, evacuate, and stay vigilant!" Thrall gasped, slowed down, threw c4 on the ground, and then sped up to keep up with the team.
The sound of sirens in the distance gradually became clearer.
Guessing that the position was almost there, he pressed the detonator button.
The fire rushed to a height of more than five meters, engulfing the rushing police car. The corner of his mouth twitched mockingly, and he dropped the detonator in his hand.
Not even a mexican sliver of rubbish.
The pre-prepared fishing boats docked quietly in the deep-water harbor, which they bought from local fishermen. The labor wave in Xinguo helped them a lot. With little eloquence, they bought the boat from the fisherman who had found work at the factory. Replaced with a high-power engine, the maximum speed of the entire fishing boat can even match that of a speedboat.
Once on board,
No one can stop their way on this wide sea.
However, just when the bearded man stepped into the cabin first. His eyes met the black muzzle of the gun.
Before he had time to react, his consciousness was interrupted by the flickering fire.
boom--!
The Type 11 pistol spat out flames, and blood and brains brushed against that indifferent pretty face. Without stopping for a moment, Aisha, who was leaning against the shadow of the cabin, removed the muzzle of the gun and continued to pull the trigger. Another head exploded with a "bang".
In a blink of an eye, the three killed two of them.
But just when she was about to kill the last person, a strong wind hit and kicked her pistol away.
Slightly surprised, but Aisha didn't care about the pistol that flew aside. She lowered her figure, took out the dagger at her waist without delay, and stabbed the man in the chest.
The crisp fragrance of Jin Ge's chirping, the white blades collided together.
Although she was petite, after all she had been injected with genetic medicine, Ayesha's strength still had the upper hand.
The tiger's mouth was in pain from the shock. Sreier was also secretly startled, and kicked it out without daring to be careless.
Dexterously dodging the ferocious kick, Aisha slashed at his standing left leg with a dagger. If this dagger was cut solidly, his left leg would be crippled directly, and he would fall to the ground and be slaughtered.
But that person was obviously not a vegetarian character either, and he fell backwards to the ground with the recoil of kicking against the wall. Aisha's dagger barely scratched his muscle, but unfortunately missed the vital point.
Thrall, who fell backwards, rolled to the bulkhead and picked up the rifle of his comrades on the ground, before he could pull the trigger. A throwing knife was nailed to his arm.
"ah!"
With a scream, seeing that the girl had rushed close, he raised his hand and threw the butt of his gun.
Aisha didn't panic at all, she sideways passed the gun butt. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand to grab his wrist, and pulled out the second dagger with his right hand to go straight to his throat.
However, at this moment, an accident happened.
The muscles in her left arm were tense, and the gunshot wound on Aisha's left shoulder, which was simply bandaged, suddenly burst, and the excruciating pain caused her left hand to soften for a moment.
As soon as the force restraining his wrist was loosened, Srel, who seized the opportunity, was overjoyed. With brute force, he raised the butt of his gun and swept over.
"Well--"
With a muffled grunt, the butt of the gun hit Ayesha's brow bone, causing her to stagger backwards. Blood slid down her cheeks, and the dagger she stabbed failed to penetrate Thrall's throat, but only tore through his collar.
Sreier, who was sweating profusely, kicked her calf without hesitation, and then when she was bent over, he stretched out his right hand, clamped her throat firmly, and pressed her against the wall.
"Gee, um—"
Aisha struggled in pain and clasped his hands tightly, but she couldn't exert any strength due to blood loss.
"go to hell."
Thrall stared at her intently.
Watching her feet leave the ground, she struggled and kicked weakly, and finally even the struggle gradually became weak.
For some reason, looking at the girl in front of him, he suddenly remembered the years of serving in Afghanistan, and remembered the hell that he didn't even want to recall.
No, it's almost the limit.
Aisha felt her consciousness gradually becoming trance.
I'm sorry... I can't be with you all the time...
She suddenly felt a little sad.
What a sarcasm.
Obviously, on the way to escape from Iraq that day, I could use a nonchalant tone and say stupid things like "Can you give me a bullet?" to him. Obviously from the very beginning, he was determined to die for him, but at this moment, he became timid.
i don't want to die...
Obviously...it's hard to get it.
woo woo...
Foam and blood ooze from the corners of her mouth, and she struggles as if she has returned to the light. She tried to move the hand that was stuck in her throat, and kicked his legs vigorously, but the weak limbs made all this seem so weak.
"Gee-"
"Bury it with my comrade-in-arms! My cousin raised it."
With anger in his eyes, Sreier stared at the young girl with an Arab face.
Suddenly he remembered the Taliban who tore his comrades apart with a roadside bomb. When he caught the "calling" bastard, the murderer looked at him with disdain, as if he had accomplished a noble cause and put life and death aside.
Thrall remembers what he did. He cut off his hands, nailed his arms to the wall with a dagger, shot his legs with a rifle, and drained his last drop of blood until his eyes began to despair.
Although he later went to a military court because of this, he did not regret it. The pleasure of releasing the fear is simply irresistible. He later spent two decadent years in Los Angeles, and later he joined the "Arrow". That experience was forgotten by him, but now it really flooded his mind like a tide.
There is nothing more pleasurable than watching an enemy struggle to die.
"Hehehehe, hahaha, die for me—!"
Laughing maniacally, he increased the strength in his hands, admiring the despair of the drowned man.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt his collar tighten.
Before he realized what was going on, he was thrown flying by this terrifying force.
He slammed straight out of the door, and his back came into close contact with the railing outside the cabin.
With a crisp sound, his back was bent backward at an incredible ninety degrees, and his spine was smashed into two sections.
His eyeballs nearly bulged out of their sockets, and the broken vertebra punctured his intestines, but didn't kill him instantly. Slipping from the bent railing, he was paralyzed on the ground.
Is this what suffocation feels like...
The alveoli were pinched by the sternum, and he coughed up blood, but he couldn't breathe in any air.
At the end of the agony, Threl's consciousness sank into darkness.
At the same time, Jiang Chen, who threw the mercenary, hugged the girl who had slipped from the wall, holding her firmly in his arms, as if holding a fragile porcelain doll.
At this moment, Jiang Chen's eyes were red, and the emotions that had finally calmed down almost fell into madness again.
"Aisha. Aisha!"
However, due to excessive blood loss, she was unable to respond at this moment.
Holding her in his arms, Jiang Chen ran out of the cabin, jumped onto the pier, and rushed towards the road. Seeing him holding someone in his arms, the police car and ambulance stopped together, and the doctor rushed over dragging the stretcher.
saved......
Looking at the side face with tearing eyes, Aisha felt a sense of relief from the rest of her life after the catastrophe.
She should be happy, but she suddenly wants to cry.
Although she had never cried, she had never been so weak.
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and dripped on the strong arms.
Red and blue lights, stretchers, shaking infusion bags, and that anxious face...
After waking up, he will be very angry... After all, I made my own claim and did such a dangerous thing bravely.
Forget it, think about these things when you wake up.
Aisha closed her long eyelashes. (To be continued.)
(l~1`x*>+`