Chapter 224 Situation
Wu Xian and the three followed a series of random footprints to a fork in a fork. Judging from the footprints on the ground, three people separated from here.
"Now there are three people here, and we are also three people. Let's chase each other separately." Wu Xian stood up and said.
The black widow immediately said, "I'll go after you!" Wu Xian nodded and said to the ghost face, "Ghost face, go after another person. Black Widow and I will follow this road to chase the other two people."
The ghost nodded and ran in the other direction with the gun in his arms. Seeing the ghost face and starting to act, Wu Xian was not idle. He was ready to run with a gun in his arms, but was preempted by the black widow. The black widow blocked Wu Xian's body with her body as if nothing had happened. When Wu Xian saw the black widow like this, he smiled sweetly in his heart. It seemed that he was still a person in need of protection in their opinion. However, Wu Xian was happy from the bottom of his heart for the black widow's behavior.
At the same time, in the other direction of pursuit, No. 3 still has a hand grenade all over his body. When he runs, the grenade collides with the grenade. This sound is absolutely not pleasant, the whole death symphony.
No. 3 twisted the sand on the ground with his hand and threw it away. The whole process was very short and harmonious. If you don't pay attention to observation, you will think that No. 3 is just squatting on the ground to observe the terrain.
The sand on the ground is a little wet, which is completely different from the sand here. It seems that the enemy is nearby. No. 3 felt a sudden chill around him, and his body instinctively rolled out a few meters from the ground. At the same time, several bullets fell to the place where No. 3 was standing just now.
Morse was surprised to see that the chasing prey could escape from his gunpoint, but now is not the time to be surprised. Morse immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and prepared to continue shooting No. 3, but sadly, his target has hidden behind the bunker. From his own perspective, it is purely It is a dead corner.
When No.3 rolled out, it was not a numb scroll. When it rolled, all the terrain had been carefully calculated in his mind. So the moment it stopped, the explosive power of No. 3 was revealed, and a jump flew into the bunker, leaving only three bullets sliding over the stone with helpless sparks.
After hiding in the bunker, No. 3 began to simulate the movement just now, and slowly the approximate position and distance of the enemy appeared in No. 3's mind. In order to confirm that his conjecture was correct, No. 3 threw a little up with a stone the size of a fist.
"bang", "sw" and "sw" three tones let No. 3 know that his conjecture was correct. Although the stone debris on his head was very annoying, No. 3 slowly pulled out two defensive grenades from his body.
Unplug the safety ring on the grenade, delay it for three seconds, and throw it back with all your strength. Three seconds after the grenade was thrown out, No. 3 suddenly leaped out from behind the bunker. At the same time, the grenade thrown by No. 3 also blew up a gorgeous spark. No. 3 followed this cover and rushed forward a few meters.
If the special forces of a certain country see such a bold performance as No. 3, they will be stunned. Not to mention whether this will be exposed to the enemy's muzzle, even if they are sure of the time of the grenade explosion, it is estimated that few people can catch up with No. 3. Not to mention the damage of grenades. After all, this kind of thing will never take care of you because you threw it.
Morse looked up and shook the floating earth on his hair. He really couldn't figure out what plane the prey was doing. Did he really regard his handrale as a strong explosive? Even if it is a strong explosive, how can you blow yourself up with such a little amount?
Morse was thinking about something, but his eyes were not idle. He carefully searched for the signs of No. 3, but he did not see anything except tranquility. As soon as he saw this, Morse felt a dangerous signal rushing to his heart.
His expression was more nervous than ever. His eyes looked around, his ears listened carefully to the movements of the four directions, and he was afraid of being quietly touched and wiped his throat.
With a crisp sound, Morse immediately hugged his head and pressed his body to the bottom without thinking about it. This sound was nothing but the sound of a grenade hitting a stone. In this dark night, no one can guarantee that a shrapnel will not fly to him.
After ringing, Morse grabbed the gun and shot several points in front of him, hoping to blindly touch the dead mouse. No matter how bad it was, he wanted people to fight back. In this way, he was threatened by the grenade. For Morse, it was the pressure that piled up step by step.
No.3 saw the fire that was not too far away from him, and his hand aggravated the ingredients. He suddenly pulled out the four grenades, each turned on the safety, slowly stood up and stepped back a few steps.
3 took a few steps back and saw that Morse did not find himself. He ran a run and used all the strength of his body with his hands. Four grenades flew to the place where Morse was in a less elegant track.
Morse heard the sound when No. 3 ran, and the gun in his hand also roared at the place where No. 3 was located. Even if No. 3 consciously squatted down after throwing the grenade, his head was still scratched by the bullet, and the blood flowed down the forehead bone. No. 3 had no expression, but rolled the blood that flowed to his mouth into his mouth with his tongue. He didn't know whether the taste of idle blood was not good, or whether he didn't like the smell of his blood, and spit it out fiercely.
A grenade hit Morse's foot. Morse quickly picked up the grenade and threw it out, regardless of which direction he was thrown. You can throw away one grenade, but what about three? The tinkling sound sounded in Morse's ear, and Morse showed a wry smile at the corners of his mouth. This time he was really finished.
As soon as the idea came out, "bang bang" three times, taking away everything from Morse. Half a photo of the burning little girl floated in the air, a gust of wind blew, and the photo fell into the sand wet with flesh and blood. The fire in the photo touched the flesh-and-blood sand and slowly extinguished. From the only remaining picture, you can see a three-year-old girl with a pure smile unique to their age, but because this photo fell on the edge of a small pool of blood, soon blood slipped down with the photo, slowly covering the little girl's innocent smile.
No. 9 is not as simple and fast as No. 3. No. 9 followed the trace to a place. At a corner, as soon as the foot stepped out, a bullet pierced a hole in No. 9's thigh, and No. 9 suddenly lost the control of one leg. But No. 9 was also fierce. He didn't care about his leg. He flew out with his six-tubes and activated the six-tube motor in the air.
After No. 9 landed, the six-tube rotary machine gun immediately exerted its power. The half-meter-long fire tongue and blue-white flame looked so dazzling, but no one dared to ignore its power. No. 9, who controlled this fierce guy, drove his hands in the air at a 120-degree angle, and the back seat of the six tubes was carried by No. 9 students. That is, the non-human human warrior No. 9 can rely on the strength of his body to withstand this continuous rectum.
The man who was swept away by No. 9 still dared to fight back, regardless of the bullet flying around above his head, and pulled the trigger in the direction of No. 9 with the muzzle. In this way, the two pulled the trigger in one direction, regardless of the bullets flying towards themselves, regardless of the bullets hitting the stone debris near them. In a whole Western film, two cowboys bombarded each other with guns, but the gun in one side was a little bug.
The six tubes in the hand of No.9 are still rotating against the battery, but no bullets are fired from inside. The situation on the opposite side is the same. The empty sound of hitting the needle looks so bleak.
The man threw the gun aside, came out of the bunker, pulled out his saber, and said to No. 9, who was still spinning with six tubes but no bullets, "Take your saber, I'm going to cut your neck."
No. 9 watched the man come out from behind the bunker and swayed in front of him with a broken knife. No. 9 also threw away the six tubes in his hand and touched his waist.
"bang", "bang" and "bang" three times, the mercenary standing opposite No. 9 collapsed powerlessly and couldn't believe that the reformed warrior was so unfaithful and disobeyed orders.
In the mind of No. 9, why draw a saber only when it is necessary or when the ammunition is exhausted? So it was natural to draw the gun. Although the mercenary knew that the transformation soldiers could obey the orders of others, he forgot that the transformation soldiers who obeyed the orders were the last few batches, and now this group only obeyed the orders of one person. Empiricism kills people!