Leopard Tooth

Li Jianrui did not use the 88-type sniper rifle, but directly used the 56-type submachine gun in his hand to shoot bursts. Le Ping listened to the unique firing pin sound of the 56-type submachine gun. went back.

Under the leadership of Wu Guoyun, the sharp knife team rushed towards Xiaoyanglou, and everyone held their breath in their hearts.

Li Jianrui said simply: "Chief, let me follow suit,"

Li Moyang looked at the Type 56 submachine gun in his hand, and thought: victory or defeat depends on one move. If you can take down the central building in one go, then the remaining few stilt houses should be no problem, so you agreed to Li Jianrui's offer ask.

Li Jianrui ran out with guns in both hands, heightened his vigilance while running, observing the movements of the enemies around him.

Every time he saw a bandit soldier who was not afraid of death and dared to take the lead, he would greet him with a burst of fire.

The sentinels on the roof once wanted to attack the secret team based on the sadness of the commanding heights, but Le Ping, who followed Li Moyang, had already made preparations. The two bandit soldiers had just stood up, and one was headshot by Le Ping, and the other was again. He didn't have the courage to stand up anymore, so he hugged his rifle and cried with his back against the wall of the roof.

This was not the life he wanted in the first place. He used to be a son of a rich family with a well-to-do family, but since his parents died in an accidental car accident, everything changed before. With the help of the loyal old housekeeper, he escaped the assassination of the killer and fled the capital with part of the money.

However, he seldom went out, and soon spent all his money. When he couldn't go home, he became a thief and was forced to join a gang.

A few years passed, and he was fortunate enough to return to his hometown. The old housekeeper had long since died, and his relatives were all torn apart. Some took the money they got and went to other places, while those who didn't get the money were still waiting. he comes back.

By chance, he learned to take drugs. The reason why heroin is called the "drug king" is because it is extremely addictive. It can almost be said: "Once you take drugs, you will be addicted for life." Unfortunately, When he knew that what he was taking was heroin, he couldn't extricate himself.

For heroin, he steals and robs every day, and even returns to his hometown again, risking his life to tell a huge lie, claiming that he still has a huge inheritance. There was a sum of drug money that was neither too much nor too little.

On a rainy night, he fled his hometown with money, and came to T01 all the way, until he was incorporated by the National Independence League.

He just sat on the roof in a daze like this, sometimes recalling, sometimes confessing, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.

When he reached out to wipe away the tears on his face, he suddenly realized that his face was already wrinkled. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't looked in the mirror. Apart from taking drugs and changing money every day, his life seemed to be a lot simpler all of a sudden. , Most of the rest of the time is hiding in a dark room, even if not sleeping.

He also has a lot of dreams, such as childhood classmates who suddenly turned into evil spirits to collect debts from him, or companions around him who shot black guns in the dark for the heroin in his hands, and sometimes saw parents crying in a dark room His face and all kinds of weird dreams made him unable to tell which was real and which was his own illusion.

The sentinel knew that these were caused by drugs. Once he lost the heroin, he would live a life worse than death.

Sometimes he would hate himself, and even hate everyone, including his dead parents. If they hadn't died accidentally, Sentinel would definitely not be like this now, at least he should have a stable family, or already have his own business .

The sentinel was thinking about this again, if he didn't have those bad relatives, why would he wander around.

Then he hated the old butler who helped him, if it wasn't for him, the sentinel might have died and reincarnated a long time ago, so why suffer in this world.

He hated his fragility and cowardice, and refused to make up his mind to quit drugs.

Now he is very eager to get some heroin, but the leader has said since he left that he will release another batch after protecting the base this time, and he can only consume it now.

The sentinel felt his body trembling and cold, and even the afternoon sun could not warm him, except for heroin.

Until a strange voice interrupted his fantasy.

"There is one left here, don't kill it," Wu Guoyun said.

Li Jianrui followed behind him, looked at the National Independence Union soldier who seemed to have completely lost his fighting spirit five meters away, walked forward quickly, and kicked away the Type 56 submachine gun in the sentry's hand.

"Brother, I don't want to kill you either. Let me tell you, either your method is wrong, or they are too imaginary to bear your method," Li Jianrui said with grievance.

Wu Guoyun held a piece of military gauze in one hand, covered the wound on his head, and said, "Damn it, I will tell you, my method is something you can't learn in the camp. Don't talk about learning, you fucking Even if you’ve never heard of it, I can assure you.”

"Brother, don't you look at them. Who are these people? They are paralyzed. Labor and management think that more than half of them here are not fucking human. If you really want to talk about it, it's the cripple who shot you with a gun, a bit of a calf. ,"

While talking, Li Jianrui remembered the scene he saw after the thorough sweep just now.

Li Jianrui went to see that isolated stilt house in person. Inside, there was a cripple lying at the door, his legs were cut off at the knees, and his thighs in grass green shorts and military uniform looked like two columns.

Presumably that's why he couldn't escape.

The only thing is "war,"

"Battle to the Death,"

"Fight to the death,"

Li Jianrui searched through the room. Besides a box of [-]mm rifle bullets, there was also a map, which he couldn't see clearly in the dark, so he had to put it away and study it when he had time.

Then, he set fire to the house, and looking at the burning body in the flames, Li Jianrui suddenly felt that the burnt smell in the air was not so bad.

Perhaps this is some kind of growth.

I have heard from veterans that some soldiers, at the beginning of their mission, are still unable to resist killing people, and will feel intense guilt, guilt, pain, etc., because of such things, [-]% of them will fail in the next mission. Seven-tenths, no more than one percent of the cost of life was paid for this.

On this point, Li Jianrui is very lucky. In his opinion, the difference between animals and humans is nothing more than that one cannot walk standing upright, while the other has been walking upright for tens of thousands of years. If we talk about the common ground, Li Jianrui probably can Find a lot of them.