The thick fog shook violently, and the rain rolled back.
Under the chain of fire formed by the bullets, everything was easily torn apart. Then, the thin figure in the rain was engulfed by the fire.
In an instant, it was riddled with holes.
A gust of wind blew and swept it into the sky, floating in the rain. Only pieces of the raincoat were left, falling to the ground. But the figure was nowhere to be seen.
It was as if the figure was a phantom transformed by a ghost, disappearing after a gust of wind.
"Where is he?"
The mercenary operating the machine gun had a cigarette in his mouth and looked around in shock.
In the passenger seat, the middle-aged soldier who put down the phone pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. "Be careful, it might be some kind of invisible soul. Everyone put on infrared night vision goggles and keep a distance to surround him. Force him to jump out."
A response came from the walkie-talkie.
Behind the armored vehicle, a few burly soldiers wearing night vision goggles jumped down. They held weapons and skillfully spread out in all directions, slowly approaching.
In an instant, a black object was thrown out from behind the concrete isolation pier on the overpass. It drew an arc in the air and fell in the direction of the armored vehicle.
A fragmentation grenade!
What the f * ck is a fragmentation grenade!
Is it a Sublimator or a regular army?!
“Fireinthehole！”
The moment the teammate's reminder sounded, the huge off-road vehicle began to reverse rapidly, but it was too late.
The grenade exploded in mid-air.
At the last moment, the entire off-road vehicle was turned sideways by the driver's crazy turn. Then, flames and air waves burst forth. Countless fragments smashed on the bulletproof armor on the side of the vehicle, and the sound of glass shattering could be heard.
But before they could react, at the moment of the explosion, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind the isolation pier and ran toward the closest team member.
The speed was unbelievably fast.
It seemed to be floating in the wind.
After the high-speed development was about to end, the body that Crow adjusted to be a perceptive type instantly exploded with astonishing speed. The black shadow stuck close to the ground, pulling the fog and rain curtain with it, rushing toward them!
The well-trained team member did not hesitate and pulled the trigger in an instant. But as if he had expected it, the shadow made a strange turn in the air, almost like a circus, and flew along the trajectory of the bullet.
While jumping, the figure's feet drifted across the puddle of water on the ground, creating a soul-stirring splash.
Without waiting for the water to fall to the ground, that young and tender face was already very close.
In the next moment, they passed by each other, and blood spurted out from the mercenary's neck.
The thin figure dodged behind him, pulled his shoulder, and turned around as if he was controlling a puppet. He pointed the gun in his hand in the direction of his teammate, and then gently pressed on the inside of his elbow.
It was precisely controlled like a knee-jerk reflex.
The pulling of the fascia caused his index finger to subconsciously contract. Before the enemy's body fell to the ground, the barrel of the gun spewed out lethal poisonous fire.
Firepower swept across.
The mercenary who had his throat slit provided Huai Shi with a temporary shelter. Amidst the chaotic firing of the enemy, Huai Shi carried the corpse that was gradually losing its temperature and ran for cover behind another wall.
Then, he threw out a fragmented grenade and listened to the sounds of the enemy's frantic movements. He skillfully pulled out the magazine from the corpse and compared the caliber of the bullets.
It could be used.
What good luck.
The dangerous attack seemed to have been effective. The enemy did not dare to surround him anymore. They could only continuously suppress him with fire, forcing him to hide behind the isolation pier and unable to poke his head out.
In order to prevent them from throwing a few grenades at him, Huai Shi could only try to shoot back blindly.
Then, he nervously fumbled around in his pocket.
He could not find where the item was …
It should have been in the inner pocket of his jacket.
Until he remembered the travel bag he had thrown on the ground, and then he regretfully slapped his head. This was stupid.
At this moment, the rain was getting thicker.
Without the raincoat, the rain continued to soak into the collar and soles of his shoes. It was very uncomfortable.
Just as Huai Shi was hesitating whether to take another gamble and see if the bicycle could turn into a motorcycle, he heard the horn from the armored Hummer.
"Are you still alive, kid?"
A hoarse voice asked.
Huai Shi was amused. "Guess?"
"Seems like you're still alive."
The person who shouted was not angry. He just straightforwardly said, "You did a good job. No, I should say, it's the first time I've seen someone perform so well. How old are you? Sixteen? Seventeen? Are you an adult? No, right? To be honest, I don't really want to kill a kid.
Listen, kid, we still have nine people on our side, fully armed. You have no chance of winning. Raise your gun and obediently come out from there. How about it? "
"I have a question." Huai Shi suddenly spoke.
"Ask away."
The person who shouted smiled. The conversation was useful. No matter what happened next, they would be able to take the initiative. If they were lucky, they could take down the kid without bloodshed.
"Where are you from?"
Huai Shi leaned back against the wall, lowered his head, and pulled the bolt. He asked loudly, "Rome? America? Or the Russian Federation? "
Without waiting for the person who shouted to answer, he said, "Listening to your cowardly tone, you must be an American, right? Do you know shame? Shame! "
Incidentally, he also used the Latin words he learned from the Red Gloves' memory to curse.
The effect of the taunt doubled.
The predecessor of the American Community was the many free city-states established by the immigrants of Rome, the local Aztecs, and the Indians before the division of Rome.
Although when Rome and the Russian Federation competed for Western hegemony, they found the opportunity to rebel, but they also suffered terrible revenge from Rome.
At the end of World War I, they were beaten by Rome. They could only rely on the pressure exerted by the Russian Federation on the Eastern Front to survive until the end of the war.
The combat power of the Americans had completely become a joke. They were laughed at by the Romans for more than two hundred years.
Until today, when you walked into any bar in Rome, you could hear people telling classic American stories. The classic jokes were undying, and new ones were constantly being introduced. It could be said that it was the source of joy for the Roman people.
Now, it was used on these free fighters cultivated by the American Community. The effect was simply outstanding. Huai Shi could almost imagine how ugly the expression of the person who shouted was.
In the carriage, there was dead silence.
"Can you lock on?"
After receiving a confirmation from the sniper on the other side, the commander with a pale face finally said goodbye to Huai Shi, "Unfortunately, child, you chose a dead end."
Huai Shi was amused. He wiped the rain off his face and raised his gun, "Do you know? My best result a few days ago was to wipe out an elite team. It took me two minutes and eighteen seconds. "
He listened to the long-awaited thunder in the distance and whispered softly, "I guess it will be even shorter this time."
In that instant, lightning shot down from the heavens after the delay and the roar of thunder.
It illuminated his face.
Therefore, the sniper squatting on the roof of the building in the distance saw the smile on his face.
He also saw the middle finger raised to him.
Then, something fell from the sky and landed beside him. The oval-shaped iron object bounced and rolled in the pool of water, making a gurgling sound.
The sniper raised his head in shock and looked at the black bird's trajectory as it disappeared into the distance.
“FUXK！”
He closed his eyes.
Boom!
Flames rose from the top of the building and illuminated the commander's stunned eyes.
In the loud noise caused by the fireworks, Huai Shi, who was behind the isolation pier, had already shot out along with the gradually intense drumming in the headphones!
With the roar of the heavy metal band, the young man let out a hoarse whisper in the whistling wind.
"I am Ironman!"
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