Chapter 222 Damn Bullet

Destructive feeding rockets fell into the dictator's camp, and the smoke and firelight of the explosion suddenly turned the dictator's camp into a press conference site that quickly shone with flashes.

When the first rocket fell into the dictatorial camp, and the extraordinary power killed many people, all the veterans rushed out of the tent at the first time, not to fight back, but hiding behind the bunker. Everyone did their best to shrink their bodies to the smallest volume. Who knows how much material has been added by others in this pile of rockets.

With two "buzzing" and "pull", a veteran under a dictator touched his face and felt the place where he didn't know whether it was shrapnel or something flew against his cheek. After feeling the warmth of his hand, he glanced at the tree behind him and almost stared out. A screw stared at the tree trunk behind him.

The veteran cursed loudly. These people used to have a lot of grenades and rockets, but now you still add screws to them, which is purely a dead end! Who did the dictator mess with?

However, when the veteran was still thinking about these questions, a bright light with a whimper suddenly plunged into the veteran's forehead. The veteran stared at the things on his forehead and couldn't close his eyes.

Half of the knife was nailed to the veteran's forehead, and red blood flowed out along the not-sharp blade. The veteran did not die at the hands of many rebels, nor did he die under the siege of wolves, nor did he die in a one-on-one hand-hand battle, but was killed by a not sharp dining knife. That's how fate played tricks people.

Of course, the dictator also had people who were not afraid of death or were ready to fight to break the net. After the rocket fell into their camp, they did not hide, but shot at the target they could see with a gun. For such people, Wu Xian and others will never be polite. The sniper rifle in their hands greeted them fiercely and dared to come out, that is, they signed a lifelong agreement with Death.

The rocket was quickly consumed. Several transformation soldiers suffered some minor injuries because they were greeted by the group of desperate guys inside, but it did not affect their actions.

Wu Xian looked at the dictator's camp. In this dark night, the dictator's camp is like a bright lamp guiding Wu Xian's eyes to look there.

Wu Xian and others are waiting for the living people below to give some action so that they can minimize unnecessary casualties. But after a few scattered shots, no one dared to make a little movement, and even a mercenary with his thighs burned by fire dared not move at all. He would die as soon as he moved. Without any certainty, the mercenary chose to endure, hoping that a miracle would come. This spirit was quite like a burning hero, but the twisted face on his face showed that the man was not even qualified to lift shoes for the hero.

The man finally couldn't help turning over to wipe out the fire on the ground, but as soon as there was a turn, the white brain was scattered all over the ground. But the mercenary's face was relieved, at least he didn't have to suffer that kind of inhuman pain.

The dictator wiped off the brain on his face, and his smoky face is now wiped by himself, feeling like a combination of black and white.

"How many people are still alive?" The dictator asked on the radio. Most of them answered him with weak voices, and many people were still humming. It is estimated that few of them were injured and full of anger.

"Grass! Bitch, I guess the bitch of the black widow came to beat me with her group of things. Damn viper, useless things, people didn't kill them, but caused trouble back. If I know where your bodies are, I will definitely throw your bodies into the pigsty to feed the pigs.

The dictator scolded on the radio. Some team members couldn't help but feel a chill when they heard the dictator scolding like this, but forced by the dictator's brutal rule, even if they have any ideas, they can only think about it in their minds.

"All those who can move come closer to me. Those who can't move, he, kill himself early! Save me from being annoyed by calling me on the radio. The dictator's violent words sounded on the radio, which made everyone chill. Looking at the quiet place outside, which was actually the dance field of death, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

However, no one dares to disobey the dictator's words. Although the current situation is very critical, the dictator has encountered a more critical situation than this situation and still came out alive. But after coming out alive, the dictator threw all the people who disobeyed his orders into the bronze bull, and the dictator smiled brightly that day.

For the dictator's smile, everyone has a shadow so far, although now he may be directly and simply knocked to the ground and die. It's better than a tragic end now in order to covet a moment's life and death.

Everyone gritted their teeth and shouted for God's blessing. They rushed out of their hiding place and shot at the place where they thought they might shoot bullets.

When a person came out, Wu Xian and others could still give them the biggest blow with the sniper rifle in their hands, but a group of people shot around with guns, and many people's bullets fell not far in front of the hidden people, so Wu Xian and others only let a few bodies fall on the open space.

The black widow watched everyone escape behind the same large bunker and said with some regret, "If I had known, I would have left a few rockets, otherwise I would have bombed at the bunker with rockets now, and it is estimated that the number of people who can come out will not exceed the number of hands."

Wu Xian also noticed this, but looking at the heavy rock, Wu Xian could only sigh. Even if he had an anti-equipment sniper rifle in his hand, he could not smash the heavy rock.

The dictator looked at the bloody men beside him and was angry. He came here with a team of 40 or 50 people. Up to now, there are only more than a dozen people left. The key is that they can't even determine the number of enemies. The dictator punched the stone behind him, and four blood stains fell on the stone, but the dictator himself didn't seem to feel it. He said, "Well, he will give me a fierce counterattack, kill one, and leave three scouts to scout the best evacuation route. If you don't detect it, I'll be the first to shoot you. ."

When the dictator saw that no one had moved after saying it, he shouted, "Do you understand? I understand, just fight back, fight back! I'm going to let that black bitch's blood wash away our shame!"

"Yes!" All the personnel roared, and the three scouts were also ready to scout outside. As long as the gunshot was sounded, the three of them were the vanguard, running on the tip of the knife.

After the dictator checked the gun in his hand and found that there was no problem, he shouted: "Dry those bitches!" He rushed out first, and the bullets of the gun in his hand also flew to the hidden place of Wu Xian and others with an elegant track.

Wu Xian looked at the trajectory of the bullet and felt tight. That was where the ghost face was hiding, but the ghost face was reloading the bullet after firing a shot and did not notice the bullet flying over his head.

Wu Xian looked at the ghost face closer to him, threw away the gun in his hand, and stepped on the stone beside him. His body seemed to be close to the ground. Together, Wu Xian's speed was maximized, like an agile cheetah chasing its prey.

Wu Xian stood up, which provided a moving target for dictators and others, but the bullets always chased Wu Xian, and the mud bullets bounced behind his feet made Wu Xian, whose original speed reached the limit, couldn't help but move a little faster.

He rushed over and hugged the ghost face and rolled 18 times on the ground. The bullet behind him bit Wu Xian and the ghost face like long eyes.

After the dictator attacked a place so fiercely, Wu Xian also woke up and immediately let the dictator abandon the three people, the dictator and others stopped shooting at Wu Xian and the ghost face.

Wu Xian was a little dizzy. Just now, he rolled around with the ghost's face, and his body was full of pain. The ghost knew how many stones he had hit. However, the life of the ghost in his arms was saved. It's not in vain to save yourself.

Wu Xiangang wanted to release his hands holding the ghost face, but his left hand didn't feel much. It seemed that his left hand was more painful than other places. Wu Xian turned his head and looked at his left hand and cursed at the sky: "s (harmonious) hit! Damn bullets!"