Blood!

The sight knew it was the smell of blood.

The nerves of the whole body were suddenly tightened, the heart of the sight was beating violently, and the blood rushed to the brain.

This is not a good omen.

He used to hold his hands like his waist, but he couldn't touch the gun.

Suddenly, he is no longer a mercenary in Africa, but in Rio de Janeiro, in South America!

Damn it!

He cursed inwardly.

The light in the room was not turned on, the curtains were drawn on the windows, and the light in the room seemed very dim.

He has reached the end of the stairs, and he can see the whole room as long as he turns the corner.

Click——

He seemed to hear the faint noise of a familiar bullet in the dark.

There are people in the house.

Although he didn't know what happened, with his sensitive professional sense, the sight knew that something had happened in Somm's house.

His emotions tumbled like boiling water, but the mercenary's sanity told himself that now is not the time for sadness, and the sound of the gun being loaded proves that someone is still in the house.

No matter who it is, he must take measures to deal with it.

But he didn't have a gun on his body. This was the worst place. Fortunately, the house was narrow enough. If he could fight against each other here, he still had a chance of winning.

Sight has been a killer since he was a kid on the underworld in Johannesburg.

His fighting skills are not weak. Although he has not received professional training, he is indeed a street fighting honed in street fighting and actual combat, which is extremely practical.

Looking around, he saw a dilapidated three-story refrigerator standing next to the stairs. The top of the refrigerator was piled with debris. A pair of scissors was placed in a handmade bamboo basket.

good!

He was overjoyed!

Fighting in the house, the power of scissors is no less powerful than a butterfly knife.

He stretched out his hand slowly, took the scissors in his hand, and put his fingers through the grip.

Now, he has a weapon that can kill people.

There are five steps in front of the stairs. After walking, just turn left and you will see the situation inside the house.

The front sight cat lowers the waist and lowers the height of the body.

This has an advantage. If the enemy intends to ambush himself after the corner, his aiming position will generally be about the same as an adult's height. Lower his posture. Even if someone fires a shot, the first shot will be empty.

He minimized the sound of his feet on the stairs, and walked slowly like a cheetah that had been preparing to attack and prey.

When I reached the third-to-last staircase, a pair of shoes appeared in the sight of the sight.

This is a pair of Nike sneakers, worn on the feet of an adult, and this person is obviously already lying on the ground.

The shoes are men's, which relieved the sight again.

He grabbed the shoulder strap of the backpack with one hand, and slowly slipped out of the strap with the other hand holding the scissors.

Then he continued to take a step down. When he was on the penultimate stair, the front sight threw the horseback rucksack on his back with lightning speed.

In the darkness, the backpack ran across the room like a black shadow.

puff--

puff--

With two dull gunshots, two bullet holes appeared in Magixian's rucksack.

The sight also took the opportunity to hear that there were two in the room. One was about 11 o'clock in front of his left, about five meters away from him; and the other gunman was closest to him, behind the wall on the corner. Definitely no more than two meters.

Long-term underworld life and career as a mercenary have made the crosshairs proficient in both offense and defense. It can be said that there are various muscle memories in every part of his body. When danger approaches, Make the right response naturally.

When the gunfire sounded, the front sight had already jumped out.

When the gunner shoots at the MacGyxian rucksack, they must shift the muzzle, and it will take a while to adjust the muzzle back when they find themselves at the time.

It may only take a second, for a skilled gunman.

But one second is enough, for the front sight.

The gunmen behind the wall were already attracted by the Maggie backpack. They quietly lurked in the room, waiting for the sights to show up to hurt the killer. They didn't expect that it was indeed a backpack.

In astonishment, the gunman felt that something was wrong.

Before he took aim again at the stairs where the front sight was, a black shadow had already arrived.

In the past experience of the front sight, it has been close to opponents countless times, and this time is no exception.

For a gangster killer and an elite mercenary, killing people is their old job.

The cold and sharp scissors are separated, like a V-shaped fork, easily pierced the chin of the killer behind the corner, and then effortlessly passed through the chin, directly nailing the tongue like a pork chop with a barbecue fork. .

He couldn't even scream, and the pain almost made the gunman faint.

The front sight pressed the gunner's muffler pistol with his left hand, pressed it firmly against the opponent's chest and pulled the trigger continuously.

There were two more blood holes in the gunner's chest, and the front sight was splashed with blood.

He can use this person as a human shield to take a gun and shoot at another person according to the usual practice of the front sight~lightnovelpub.net~.

However, when blood splashed on the clothes of the front sight and reflected in his sight, the front of the sight went black, and it appeared when the helmet was hit by a heavy machine gun bullet in the sea area of ​​Comoro.

Just for a moment, the fighter has been missed.

The other gunman even ignored the life and death of his accomplices, and directly pulled the trigger at the accomplices and the front sight.

The warhead penetrated the body in front of the front sight, and then hit his chest.

One person and one corpse fell to the ground at the same time.

The gunman on the opposite side seized the opportunity and saw the crosshair fell to the ground. He hurried forward and continued to shoot as he walked, preparing to end the life of the crosshair.

After all, he knew that this opponent was not a vegetarian.

Before coming, according to the information provided by his boss, this guy in front of him has been a killer since he was a teenager and a mercenary in his twenties. He has participated in dozens of battles, large and small, and is an experienced battlefield elite.

At the moment of life and death, the strong will to survive of the front sight played an effect, pulling him out of that illusory memory.

A voice seemed to yell at the front sight in his mind: "Shoot! Shoot! Or you will be dead!"

The front sight gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit another gunman.

The other party screamed and fell down.

The sight got up from the ground and saw the opponent struggling to raise the muzzle again, and quickly fired another shot in his arm.

The gunman screamed again, and could no longer raise his hands.

The reason why he didn't kill him was because the sight wanted to keep alive.

He didn't see Som in the room. He didn't know what Som was born to. Maybe he hadn't returned home yet. Maybe there were other bad things born to this little family.

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