Since I was a special force, I started to counterattack

289 Grim Reaper
"What should I do? Do you want to give up?" A soldier was terrified. He didn't know how many enemies there were. If he dragged on, he would be finished if he was surrounded.

"It's hard to get it. This is 1000 million US dollars. It's a pity to give up." The black man looked at Lei Yan who was lying on the ground, and his heart was full of unwillingness. It was not his style to hand over the prey he got.

"Get out. Survival is the most important thing. I don't want to earn money that is wasted." A guy next to him who looked about the same size as a black man proposed to evacuate first.

The black man was silent for a moment. He could not listen to other people’s opinions, but the person who spoke was his brother who lived and died together, his comrades who climbed out of the dead together. It's worth it, but he still doesn't want to give up.

"Smoke bomb cover!" The black man was silent for a moment, then turned his head and roared.

Several subordinates immediately took out more than a dozen smoke bombs, threw them to the front with their hands, and soon the billowing smoke obscured the view, the black man took the opportunity to leap out from behind the tree, rushed to Lei Yan's side quickly, pulled his arm and carried it on the ground. on the shoulders.

"Retreat in the direction of seven o'clock." The black man whispered, and ran away with Lei Yan on his shoulders.

Just two steps away, the leaves under his feet suddenly surged, and a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the ground, grabbed his ankle, and pulled him back suddenly, the black man lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, a subordinate at the side hurried over, but before he got close, he saw a flash of cold light under his feet, and suddenly felt his legs go cold, followed by an extremely intense pain, and the whole person fell to the ground with a plop. Looking down, both legs were severed from the ankles.

"Ah—" the soldier let out a tragic howl, rolling over in extreme pain.

At this moment, under the thick fallen leaves, seven or eight people suddenly stood up in the dense grass. They seemed to emerge from the ground, rising from the ground without warning.

The black subordinates were all frightened. Before they could react, the submachine gun in the enemy's hand rang out. With a super high rate of fire at close range, the bullets swept across a large area like a broom.

In just two or three seconds, all the dozen or so subordinates of the black man were killed, and the only one who was still alive was his brother. The two subordinates blocked the bullets with their bodies and rushed out to protect him. There was another gunshot, and the chest was instantly pierced, and the bullet passed through, leaving a fist-sized hole in the back.

The black man's reaction was also very quick. After being pulled down, he knew that he was in an ambush. He quickly blocked Tanlang in front of him, pulled out his pistol and put it on Tanlang's temple. By the time he pulled Lei Yan to stand up, the battle was over. , All his subordinates were shot and killed.

Everything happened too fast, most of the soldiers hadn't figured out the situation, and they were swept into a sieve without even seeing the enemy. These soldiers emerging from the flat ground were like ghost soldiers from hell, appearing and disappearing like ghosts and ghosts, making it hard to guard against.

"Back, everyone back, or I'll kill him." The black man hugged Lei Yan's waist with one hand, pointed a gun at his head with the other, and leaned against a tree with his back, yelling like crazy.

Those ruthless soldiers acted as if they didn't hear him, they stood there and looked at him coldly, without saying a word, like a group of cold killing machines, without emotion at all.

"You kill him, I just need to take the head back to do business." A hoarse voice suddenly came from the depths of the jungle. It seemed to be far away, but the voice clearly appeared in my ears.

"Who are you, get out!" The black man was also a veteran of the battlefield, but this time he felt deep fear and shouted in panic.

As soon as the words fell, a guy dressed in black walked out of the jungle. His face was painted with black camouflage, and his face could not be seen clearly. The whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist.

Holding a British AWM sniper rifle in his hand, he walked over with a blank face and cold eyes. Lei Yan quietly opened his eyes and looked at the approaching guy. What interested him most was not this It is not a human attire, but a strangely shaped scimitar on his waist.

This knife is dark in color and has a slightly curved handle. It is about fifty centimeters long. A section of iron chain is exposed below. The handle is hollow, and the iron chain is hidden inside. It looks like a sickle, but it is much more refined.

"Who the hell are you?" The black man hid behind Lei Yan, only showing half of his eyes, looking ahead from the corner of his eye, and asked in a panic.

"I am the messenger from hell. You can call me Death. Maybe you have heard of this name, but you must have never seen it, because anyone who has seen Death will go to hell." Like a fire.

"Reaper? The number one killer in the world?" The black man was stunned when he heard the name, and then he reacted and asked tentatively.

"Since you've heard my name, you should know that none of my subordinates have ever lived." Death said indifferently, without even a slight change in tone or expression.

Lei Yan chuckled inwardly, he used to think that he was arrogant enough, compared to this god of death, he was really nothing, judging by his posture, it seemed that no one was worth mentioning in front of him.

Whoever wants to die must die, no one in the world is his opponent, and everything he said is just as it should be, it seems that he really regards himself as the ecstasy of death.

"It's just a killer, what's so crazy about it, even if I die, I'll pull you as backs." The black man knew that he was hit today, and he was doomed to die, so he decided to go all out, and reached out to pick off the grenade hanging on his chest Come down and snap the tab.

This action startled Lei Yan, it was a gesture of killing them all, he couldn't help cursing inwardly: "If you want to die, die, why are you dragging me?"

Lei Yan originally wanted to break free, but when it was a critical moment, it would be boring to pretend, but before he could move, the God of Reaper suddenly swayed, and instantly appeared beside the black man, without seeing how he moved, he just felt a gust of cold wind passing by his scalp, The black man's right hand, which was holding his hand, was cut off with a knife.

The grenade fell, and before it hit the ground, Reaper raised his leg and kicked the grenade and the black man's right hand more than ten meters away.

With a loud bang, the grenade exploded, but unfortunately only the right hand of the black man was shattered, and no one else was hurt at all.

Everything happened too fast, the detonation fuze of the grenade was five seconds, and the god of death kicked the grenade away within three seconds. The black man held his right arm and grinned to hold back the severe pain, and he just didn't say a word.

But his pain was over in the next second. The Grim Reaper flipped his wrist, held a delicate knife in his palm, and waved it casually. The sharp blade cut the black man's neck. There was not a trace of blood on the blade. Like magic.

No one saw what he did, but the black man's neck was completely cut open, including the arteries and trachea. When the blood gushed out like a fountain, the God of Death had already taken two steps back, without a trace of blood on his body.

(End of this chapter)