I looked down at my watch, there were still three minutes before the time to attack, and the headset came the reports of monkeys, strikers, and positions, and I put down my night vision binoculars, set up the M2oo sniper rifle, put on the silencer, and aimed at the sniper on the roof of the building.

The rebels were completely unaware of the approaching danger, a bunch of stragglers, unwary, only the sniper on the roof of the building looked like an experienced veteran, at least he maintained the vigilance he should have on the battlefield.

I remember when I first joined the special forces, the instructor once said to me a sentence that has always been fresh in my memory, when you think that the enemy will not appear, the enemy will appear.

Time passed minute by minute, and at eight o'clock, the captain's order came from the headset on time: "Do it!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow appeared behind the defensive position outside the watchtower, and the two soldiers who were sitting on the sandbags and chatting heard the movement behind them and turned their heads to look, at this moment, a cold light flashed, a blood line appeared on the necks of the two, and the throats were cut in an instant, and the two opened their mouths with wide eyes, but there was no sound.

The striker gently placed the two bodies on the sandbags, and then dodged and hid in the shadows next to the watchtower, and after receiving the order, I directly shot the sniper on the watchtower, probably his blood spilled on the other two, they turned their heads to look at the sniper who was shot in the head, and one of them walked over and pushed him.

When I saw the smashed head, I could clearly see the frightened expression in the scope, but it was also the last expression he had before he died.

"Goodbye, soldier!" I whispered, and then pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced his right eye, shattering half of his skull with a single shot, and the last soldier turned around to run, but he couldn't outrun the bullet, and my third shot followed, and I could clearly see in the scope that the bullet had opened a fist-sized bloody hole in his temple.

I sniped out three enemies at the top of the tower, almost at the same time as the striker, and then the captain and the monkey hooked the edge of the top of the tower.

As soon as the two jumped on it, they saw two soldiers talking and laughing from the escalator in the watchtower, it seemed that they were coming to change shifts, the four of them just walked face to face, the two soldiers were slightly stunned, just about to speak, the monkey and the captain rushed to the front with an arrow, the knife fell in hand, the two did not understand what was going on, and the two heads fell to the ground with a bang.

Before the corpse fell, it was caught by the captain and the monkey, and then gently dragged to the dark corner behind, where the captain stood on the watchtower and made an OK gesture in my direction.

Knowing this, I put my sniper rifle away and sprinted it on my back, sprinting onto the highway and moving to the point where I would meet him at the striker.

The two of us squatted outside the door of the watchtower, through the crack in the door, we could see a group of soldiers eating, weapons were randomly placed in the corner, so many people died outside, they still didn't notice it, it was really a group of lambs to the slaughter.

I slowly drew the M9 saber from my waist and waited silently for the signal to attack, and after about five seconds, the monkey dropped two flashing flashes of light on it, and a cry of pain came from inside.

The striker kicked open the wooden door, and I dodged into the watchtower and waved a knife, piercing the heart of a soldier standing in the doorway, and drew my saber with my backhand, and a stream of bloody arrows spurted out along the blood tank.

I didn't even look at it, I grabbed the hilt of my sword with my wrist, and reached out to grab the head of a soldier who was rubbing his eyes, and the saber stabbed diagonally into the ear, and a drop of blood dripped down the tip of the knife from the other side.

I raised my leg and kicked him away, and was about to rush to the next target, when the monkey flew down the escalator, grabbed a soldier and waved at me, I jumped up and kicked him back, the monkey dodged, and slashed his neck with a backhand before he hit the ground.

Immediately after the captain also rushed down, this group of rebels blinded by flashing shocks had no resistance at all, and the four of us, four of us, with four knives, launched a bloody massacre in the small watchtower.

Blood stained the ground red, flowing down the floor and out of the doorway, one enemy after another died under my sword, venting all the resentment of the past few days of running for their lives on this group of rebels, when I pulled out the saber from the heart of the enemy, the warm blood sprayed down the blood groove on my face, I felt nothing but pleasure, I seemed to be obsessed with killing.

Throwing away the dead corpse in his hand, I turned my head to see that the small watchtower was full of dead bodies, blood flowed like a river, the monkey was holding a human head in his hand and smiling at me, the forward covered in blood squatted on the ground with the tip of his tongue with the blood stains remaining on the saber, the captain sat on the escalator and stepped on a bloody corpse, lit a cigar, and his saber was still stuck in the back of the corpse.

"I'll give you a present, and then!" The monkey threw the human head over, I reached out and took a casual look, the guy was still open, the desperate look made me disdainful, sneered and still on the side, stepping on the corpses all over the ground, I came to the innermost wooden table.

There was a lot of food on it, but unfortunately most of it was stained with blood, so I picked up a chicken leg and bit it and ate it with the blood on it.

The table had been trembling slightly from beginning to end, the captain was looking at me, no one came, I finished eating a chicken leg, suddenly picked up my fist, smashed the table with a punch, and reached out to pull out a soldier's head under the table.

That guy was caught in my hands, and he didn't know what bird language he spoke, but the meaning was very clear, it was nothing more than "spare my life, don't kill me" or something like that.

I looked at this guy, and suddenly smelled a smell of urine, and when I looked down, I wiped it, and I was scared to pee, and I dared to come out to be a soldier with this little courage? Those drug trafficking forces in Southeast Asia are stronger than you.

I threw him to the monkey and said, "I'll leave it to you, this guy is not interesting!" ”

The monkey crouched in front of the guy with a cruel smile and whispered, "Tell me, when did your truck carrying arms pass by?" ”

As if he hadn't heard, the guy lay on the ground and shivered vigorously, but without replying, I walked over and sat down next to the captain, snatched the cigar from his hand, took two puffs, and then enjoyed the monkey's bloody performance.

"Very well, you'd better not open your mouth, or you'll lose the fun!" After speaking, the monkey grabbed his right hand, stabbed the nail of his index finger with the tip of the knife, and then gently picked it, and the entire nail cover was bounced off.

"Ah......h The creature let out a heart-rending scream, and the monkey grabbed him by the cheek, pulled a rag from the side that he didn't know what to wipe, and shoved it into his mouth.

The monkey didn't ask, raised his foot and stepped on his arm, the saber in his hand picked up a knife flower, and picked up five nails one after another, the guy was full of cold sweat, kept struggling, and whimpered in pain, but the difference in strength was huge, and the monkey stepped on his arm with one foot and made him unable to move.

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