“Fuck！ What is Team B doing! "
The bearded man held a rifle and fired backward as he fled to the deepwater port in a sorry state.
"Mission failed. Team retreat. I repeat, mission failed …" Fresh blood dripped down from the wound on his forehead. Srell, in a black combat uniform, roared into the microphone and ordered Team C to retreat immediately.
An unprecedented defeat. A helicopter crashed, and the entire elite team died without a single survivor. The opponent's combat power was far beyond their imagination. The metal lump that suddenly jumped out of the water instantly suppressed Team B. This was completely out of everyone's expectations.
"Sh * t, is that Iron Man?" A soldier running with a rifle cursed while panting.
"Bullsh * t!" Another person cursed.
"Bullsh * t! Tell me- "
"Shut up! Get on the boat, retreat, and stay alert! " Srell breathed heavily, slowed down his pace, threw the C4 on the ground, and then sped up to catch up with the team.
The siren in the distance gradually became clearer.
Estimating that he was in the right position, he pressed the detonator button.
The flame soared five meters high and engulfed the police car rushing over. With a mocking smile, he threw the detonator in his hand away.
[Trash that can't even compare to Mexican cops.]
The prepared fishing boat was quietly docked at the deep water port. They bought it from a local fisherman. Xin's labor boom helped them a lot. Without much effort, they bought the fishing boat from the fisherman who already found a job at the factory. With a high-power engine, the fishing boat's top speed could even compare to a speedboat.
As long as they boarded the boat, no one could stop them on the wide sea.
However, just as the bearded man took the lead and stepped into the cabin, his eyes met the black muzzle of a gun.
Before he could react, his consciousness was cut off in the flashing flame.
Bang!
The Type-11 pistol spat out flames. Blood and brain matter brushed past the expressionless face. Without any hesitation, Ayesha, who was leaning in the shadow of the cabin, moved the muzzle away and continued to press the trigger. "Bang." Another head exploded.
In the blink of an eye, two out of three people died.
But just as she was about to kill the last person, a gust of wind blew and kicked her pistol away.
Ayesha was slightly shocked, but she didn't bother with the pistol that landed on the ground. She lowered her body, took out a dagger from her waist, and stabbed the man in the chest.
The crisp sound of metal clashing could be heard as the white blades collided.
Although her body was petite, she was injected with the genetic vaccine, so her strength still had the upper hand.
The webbing between Searle's thumb and forefinger hurt, and he was secretly shocked. He didn't dare to be careless and kicked out.
Ayesha nimbly dodged the ferocious kick as she swung her dagger at his left leg. If the dagger had landed, his left leg would have been crippled, and he would have fallen to the ground to be trampled upon.
However, that person was obviously not someone to be trifled with. Borrowing the recoil from kicking the wall, he fell backward onto the ground. Ayesha's dagger only scratched his muscles, but unfortunately, it didn't hit his vital organs.
Srell, who was falling backwards, rolled onto the bulkhead and picked up his comrade's rifle. Before he could pull the trigger, a flying knife nailed him in the arm.
"Ah!"
With a scream, the girl was already close to him. He raised his hand and swung the butt of the gun.
Ayesha didn't panic at all as she sidestepped the butt of the gun. At the same time, her left hand grabbed his wrist, and her right hand pulled out a second dagger, aiming for his throat.
But at that moment, an accident happened.
The muscles on her left arm tightened, and the gunshot wound on Ayesha's left shoulder suddenly burst open. The excruciating pain made her left hand go limp.
The force on her wrist loosened, and Searle, who seized the opportunity, was ecstatic. He used brute force to swing the butt of the gun.
"Oh-"
With a muffled groan, the butt of the gun hit Ayesha's brow and made her stagger back. Blood flowed down her cheeks. Her dagger had failed to pierce through Srel's throat and had only pierced his collar.
Searle, who was sweating profusely, kicked her calf without hesitation. Then, while she was bent over, his right hand grabbed her throat and pressed her against the wall.
"Goo, oh-"
Ayesha struggled in pain as she clasped his hands tightly, but because of the blood loss, she couldn't exert any strength.
"Go die."
Srell stared at her, his eyes hard.
Her feet left the ground as she powerlessly kicked and struggled. Finally, even her struggles began to weaken.
For some reason, looking at the girl in front of him, he suddenly remembered the time he served in Afghanistan. He remembered the hell he didn't even want to remember.
[Not good, I'm almost at my limit.]
Ayesha felt her consciousness slowly fading away.
[Sorry … I can't stay by your side …]
She suddenly felt sad.
[How ironic.]
That day, when they were fleeing in Iraq, he could use a nonchalant tone and say something stupid like "Can you give me a bullet?" to him. She had clearly been prepared to die for him from the very beginning, but at this moment, she became timid.
[I don't want to die …]
[Obviously … I finally got it.]
[Ooo …]
White foam and blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth. She struggled as if she had the last radiance of the setting sun. She tried to move the hand that was stuck in her throat and kicked his legs with all her might, but her weak limbs made everything seem so useless.
"Goo —"
"Go die with my comrade! Son of a bitch. "
With anger in his eyes, Searle stared at the girl with an Arab face.
He suddenly remembered the Taliban that tore his comrade apart with a roadside bomb. When he caught the b * stard that "made the phone call," the murderer looked at him with disdain as if he had completed a noble mission and put life and death aside.
Srel could still remember what he had done at that moment. He cut off his hands, nailed his arms to the wall with a dagger, and shot his legs with a rifle. Only when his eyes began to show despair did he drain the last drop of his blood.
Although he was sent to the military court for this, he didn't regret it. The pleasure of releasing his fear was simply irresistible. Then he spent two decadent years in Los Santos, and then he joined Arrow. That experience had been forgotten by him, but now it came flooding back to his mind like a tide.
There was nothing more delightful than watching the enemy struggle to death.
"Hahaha, hahaha, die-!"
With a maniacal laugh, he increased the strength of his hand and enjoyed the despair of the drowned man.
But at that moment, he suddenly felt his collar tighten.
Before he could react, he was thrown out by this terrifying force.
He flew out the door and his back made an intimate contact with the railing outside the cabin.
With a crisp crack, his back bent backwards at an unbelievable ninety-degree angle. His spine was forcibly smashed into two.
His eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets. The broken spine pierced his intestines, but it didn't kill him immediately. He slid down from the bent railing and collapsed on the ground.
[Is this the feeling of suffocation …?]
His lungs were clamped by the sternum. He coughed out blood, but he couldn't inhale any air.
At the end of the pain, Srel's consciousness fell into darkness.
At the same time, Jiang Chen, who threw the mercenary out, hugged the girl who slid down from the wall. He held her tightly in his arms as if he was hugging a fragile porcelain doll.
Jiang Chen's eyes were bloodshot. His emotions that he finally calmed down almost went berserk again.
"Ayesha. Ayesha! "
But because of the excessive blood loss, she could no longer respond.
Holding her, Jiang Chen ran out of the cabin, jumped onto the dock, and dashed to the road. Seeing the person in his arms, the police cars and ambulances stopped at the same time. The doctor rushed over with a stretcher.
[I'm saved …]
Ayesha stared at the side of his face that was about to pop out of his eye sockets, and she felt a sense of relief after surviving a disaster.
She should be happy, but she suddenly wanted to cry.
Although she had never cried before, she had never been so weak.
Tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes and dripped onto the sturdy arms.
The red and blue lights, the stretcher, the swaying infusion bag, and the anxious face …
[When he wakes up, he'll be angry … After all, I made the decision and did such a dangerous thing.]
[Whatever, I'll think about it when I wake up.]
Ayesha closed her long eyelashes.
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