。 Speaking of his son, the old man is very proud, and the subtext is that he wants to bribe and win over Zuo Yi, there is no benefit, why should people help you.

"Stay away from me." Zuo Yi frowned in disgust, if he hadn't had the idea of respecting the old and loving the young, he would have beaten this old man with a low character.

"You are insulting our left squad leader." A little warrior was furious, very angry with the old man's statement.

"This guy looks down on the Chinese and beats him." The old man sneered, but urged Zuo Yi to block the gun for himself.

"Come on, how do you fight?" The first one on the left is such a chivalrous and brave fiery temper, death? Let's fight first.

"Trojan?" Although the left one is short in stature, he is very strong, and his tendons and flesh are even stronger at home, so Torre can't help but be timid before fighting, and ask the Trojan to judge.

"The request is dismissed, the first challenge, Torre vs. the old man, starts in two minutes, free fight, note, survivors who interfere with the game will be obliterated."

"Hehe, you're dead." Torre grinned, scaring the old man.

"What to do, what to do?" The old man's frightened face was like earth, and he kept begging the soldiers, and then saw Tang Zheng and rushed to his side, "Regiment commander, help me." ”

"Coward." The old Chinese man of the Fleischer team shook his head, feeling ashamed.

"Go find a place to hide and sneak up on Torre." This was the only thing Tang Zheng could do, but unfortunately the old man couldn't listen to it at all, and he wanted a safer way.

"Hey, it's almost time." Torre laughed and put pressure on the old man, and the soldiers were angry, but there was nothing they could do, and the left one wanted to beat him. I was pulled left and right.

"Don't be stunned, hide quickly, or you won't have a chance at all." Qin Yan frowned, not knowing if the old man's defeat would have an impact on the team.

"Additionally, if a rookie fails to die, the score of the squad to which he belongs will be reduced, in addition. Participants are only allowed to use their own weapons and are not allowed to attack in advance. Failure to do so will result in a penalty. The blue Trojan horse seemed to hear Qin Yan's heartfelt words, and announced again.

"Hide." Pang Meiqin was in a hurry, kicked the old man's waist and kicked him out.

Knowing that no one could help, the old man stumbled. Begin to run away.

"Three, two, one, it's time." Torre held the G36 rifle over his shoulder, looked at the old man's embarrassed appearance, and laughed. "It's so much fun."

Da-da, da-da, Torre spotted, bullets flew by. Hitting the deck beside the old man, the sound of steel made the old man even more nervous, and he fell to the ground.

"You bastard." Zuo gritted his teeth angrily, and Torre was clearly playing the old man like a mouse.

"Hmph, do you have the ability to bite me?" Torre's face suddenly sank, and he fired three long shots at the old man's right leg who had just gotten up.

The old man was shot in the ankle and fell again, and his screams were heard all over the sea.

"Find a way to lower their morale." A certain neo-Nazi shouted. A group cheered for Torre.

Torre switched a magazine and walked over. While shooting, he completely broke the old man's ankle. The entire left foot fell off.

The old man screamed and crawled away, only to have his blood-soaked hand touch Torre's foot.

"Old man, this path is different." With that, Torre kicked the old man in the head, breaking the bridge of his nose.

A sore pain welled up in his heart, and the old man burst into tears, and then he remembered that he had a gun, but before he could get it, Torre stabbed the muzzle of the gun down and stuck it in his bandaged right hand.

"Don't." The old man cried and begged, but in exchange for Torre's sinister smile, he took the finger of the trigger off.

There was a loud gunshot, and the bullet got into the palm of his hand, beating the old man's right hand into rotten flesh, and the only remaining finger rolled out. …,

The neo-Nazis cheered again, and the Chinese team couldn't bear to look at it anymore, some were frightened by the cruel scene, and some were so angry that the GIs wanted to pounce on them and kill Torrey.

"Hey, enough is enough." Tang Zheng said in a low tone and warned Landeck.

Torre had a great time, and shot bullet after bullet into the old man's legs, and then into both hands, just to kill him at once.

"Enough, kill him and come back." Tang Zheng's eyes were full of killing intent, Landecker was not afraid, but he didn't want to face the anger of a powerful enemy, and became his first target.

"It's boring." Torre pursed his lips and, after changing the magazine, pressed the muzzle of the gun to the old man's head.

"Don't kill me, please." The old man's plea for mercy ended, and with the crisp sound of gunfire, Torre blasted his head, and he could see the bare~ exposed vertebrae.

Whew, dragged a whistle, still angry, and fired all the bullets at the old man's corpse, and then returned humming a little song.

The GIs glared angrily, eager to skin him.

"In the first game, the stars win, Torre, pick the reward." The blue Trojan announced the results, revealing the most valuable Tier A gear on the virtual screen.

"Choosing unicorn protective clothing can improve physical fitness by two times, and the practical value is the highest."

Torre accepted Yannick's suggestion, and a protective suit was teleported to him, and the guy was not ashamed, so he took off his clothes in front of the crowd and put them on directly.

"In the second game, did anyone volunteer?"

As the Trojan Horse's voice fell, several more neo-Nazis stepped forward to take advantage, and the GIs also came out, but their target was Torre.

"It's good, but there are too many untouchables, pick them randomly, but don't worry, you all have to pick and choose the right of your opponent." The Trojan displays the avatar of the newcomer on the screen.

Ten seconds later, a neo-Nazi was chosen.

"I choose him." The guy was very happy and pointed to the last old Chinese man.

The old man was not afraid, glared at him, and walked to Tang Zheng's side, "Can you give me a few grenades?" ”

Looking at the old man's expression, Tang Zheng frowned, thinking of what he might be doing, but he was powerless to stop it, and took a cluster grenade and gave it to him.

"Why don't you run?" The young neo-Nazi thought that the victory was in his hands, stared at the screen, and was choosing equipment, only to see that the old man was still in place out of the corner of his eye, and he was surprised.

"Hmph, why didn't you run?" The old man was full of anger, even if there were bruises on his face from being beaten, it would not damage his temperament at this moment.

This rhetorical question, full of masculinity, the soldiers feel very relieved, this is the Chinese masters, pure, people are old, but the spine is still straight.

"Hell yes." Sweat dripped from the forehead of the neo-Nazi, a little panicked, and subconsciously looked at his compatriots.

"It's just a bad old man, what are you afraid of?" His companions cheered him up, which gave him a lot of courage.

The neo-Nazi was still calm, but as the countdown was coming to an end, the old man still looked at him calmly, this young man couldn't stay any longer, and was ready to stay away, otherwise he couldn't guarantee survival at such a close distance.

"Run first, drag him down." Landecker frowned, giving his compatriot an idea, and he could see that the old Chinese man was ready to die together.

"This guy is a lunatic." Rena sighed, the Chinese are also very tough, if these newcomers are all the same as the old man, then the situation of their two German teams is really dangerous.

"Yes." The Nazi youth answered and ran, the old man following closely behind him, pulling the bolt of the gun so that it could shoot at any moment. …,

The Nazi youths, who were still cheering, suddenly shut up, thinking that their side would win, but the tough behavior of the old Chinese man made them lose confidence.

"Don't lose to this old man."

"It's time, don't leave your back to the other person." The German youths were shouting and cheering up their companions, also in this way to hide their nervousness.

"Uncle, come on." The GIs also began to show solidarity with the old man.

Lu Fan and Orange Orange clutched Tang Zheng's pants tightly, worried about the old man.

The countdown was not over yet, the two people had already pointed their guns at both sides, and the German young man looked at the Chinese old man's firm eyes, as well as the dry but very stable hands that ended the assault rifles, and could not bear the pressure, so he pulled the trigger in advance.

Da Da Da, the old man was shot in the chest, but he was forced to take a breath and knocked down the Nazi youth, and the countdown ended at this time.

"Nima." The GIs saw that the Germans were unruly and shot in advance, and they cursed, and Zuo Yi couldn't help it again and wanted to run out, but this time he was stopped by the platform.

"Die, die." The Nazi youth roared and opened fire, and all the bullets went into the old man's body.

The old man couldn't shoot him with a gun, but he still pressed him and pulled down the safety pin of the grenade.

"You madman." The Nazi youth looked at the smoking grenade, was frightened, and exhausted all his strength, but he could not break free from the last attachment in the old man's life.

"Hehe, together, die." The old man had blood at the corner of his mouth, smiled very calmly and comfortably, and then exploded and engulfed the two of them.

The ground was full of minced meat and stumps, but the old man's smile, coupled with the frightened Nazi youth, was frozen into an eternal picture, forever imprinted in the hearts of everyone.

The German newcomers were shocked, and no one expected that the old Chinese man had made up his mind at the beginning to win in this way of ending up together, which was really ruthless.

"Uncle is a pure master." Sha'o choked up a little, sniffed, and looked at the screen, "Trojan, can I go to war?" ”

Sha Ou has to slash these guys, otherwise he won't be able to get out of this evil breath in his heart.

"No, it's for newcomers." The blue Trojan refused and announced the result, "In the second game, the star team and the Rangers team draw, but because the star team players broke the rules, the whole team will be punished." ”

The conquerors were stunned for a moment, and the newcomers were exploding foul language, which was a real disaster, but the next moment, they stared at the virtual screen, wondering what the punishment was.

"Hehe, you deserve it." The GIs had a venting pleasure, waiting for them to be punished, and at this moment, the conflict between the four squads was out of control.

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