The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

It's a conspiracy!

Zhao Ziyang, whose chest was pierced by a bullet, lay powerlessly on the ground, letting blood gushe out like a fountain.He didn't have the strength to stand up anymore, and there was only one thought in his mind, the besieged and killed by the US army was definitely a big conspiracy, or there was a traitor in the mercenary group, there was no other explanation except for these two possibilities.

Earl, the earl must have betrayed the leader, otherwise the timing would not have been such a coincidence.

It's just that it doesn't make any sense to think about it now. The mercenary group is over, and the head should be arrested. Omo and the others may have died in the bombardment. The other lurkers will also be killed at the same time, and they may survive Angel is the only one.

But I am content, as long as Angel is alive.

Zhao Ziyang didn't have much affection for the lurker mercenary group.He has only been here for more than three months, and he came in for revenge, so there is no relationship at all.If it is said that the only one who has feelings is Angel, after several months of getting along day and night, he found that the cold Angel is actually very cute.

It's nothing to die, the main reason is that I can't avenge the captain and the others...

Zhao Ziyang fell into a daze, closed his eyes exhaustedly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He seemed to see Mengzi holding a wine bottle looking for him to fight for a drink, and he saw the captain blushing and asking him to help write a love letter to his little daughter-in-law...

A dazzling white light was reflected in front of his eyes, as if there was a staircase leading to heaven or hell in front of him.

"Boom..." The sound of the Humvee starting suddenly sounded, and the white light became more and more dazzling. Zhao Ziyang, who was in a daze, couldn't help opening his eyes against the white light.

A Humvee came crashing toward him, and the driver looked like it was going to crush him.

"My fellow, don't pretend to be dead, get in the car quickly." The crisp girl's voice reached Zhao Ziyang's ears, and his confused thoughts suddenly woke up.

Saved!

Under the desire to survive, Zhao Ziyang climbed up with one hand on the ground, stared at the Humvee crashing towards him, turned around suddenly and kicked on the wall.With the help of a kick, his body rushed towards the car that didn't slow down at all.

With a "bang", Zhao Ziyang, who had just jumped into the car, was thrown under the seat, and several bricks smashed towards him.

With a muffled sound of "pa", Zhao Ziyang, whose temple was hit hard by the edge of a brick, passed out, and the voices of the US military and gunshots rang in his ears, and he completely relaxed.

The little wild cat who drove Zhao Ziyang into the wall and rushed out faced the American soldiers outside the wall, reached out and grabbed a handful of copper coins from his pocket and threw them out.

"Papa papa..." There was a messy sound, followed by the painful exclamation of American soldiers.

"Ah... my eyes..."

"Ow..."

"..."

A few copper coins were deeply embedded in the bodies of almost everyone in the fallen American army. One of the unlucky ghosts' right eye was directly cut into by a copper coin, cutting the eyeball in half in the eye socket. The soldier's chest was cut deeply by a copper coin through the body armor.

"Hum!" The little wild cat snorted proudly, kicked the accelerator, and drove the Humvee towards Cheng Fei.

The Humvee with extremely strong off-road performance escaped the sight of the U.S. military in a blink of an eye, and sped away to the westernmost area under the actual control of the Taliban armed forces.

After approaching the area controlled by the Taliban armed forces, several U.S. military vehicles following closely behind had no choice but to retreat.

There is only one dead end for a small group of U.S. troops to enter the mountains and forests controlled by the Taliban.

At this time, Angel desperately fled to the south, and her route was also heading towards the area actually controlled by the Taliban.To the south of Grishke is the desert area. If you use two legs to escape into the desert, you will definitely die.But Angel knew that there was always a small group of Taliban guerrillas in the desert south of the town of Grishke. As long as he could meet the guerrillas, he would be safe.

Two U.S. Humvees with heavy machine guns raised a cloud of dust to search for Angel in the south. The headlights of the cars clearly illuminated the vast desert. As long as it was a living thing, it would never escape the environment with such a clear contrast between darkness and light.

Angel, who was running forward, saw the American soldiers chasing after him from a distance, and ran forward frantically.There is a sand mountain in front of you. Over this sand mountain, you will enter the desert in the true sense. If you are lucky, you will definitely meet the guerrillas of the Taliban militants.

Angel, with one deep foot and one shallow foot, climbed up the sand hill with her hands and feet, and the shouts of American soldiers could already be heard in her ears.At this time, she had only climbed halfway up the mountain. If she was discovered by American soldiers, a round of volleys from the opposing two teams would be able to beat herself into a sieve.

Without the slightest hesitation, Angel immediately lay down flat, quickly dug out the soft yellow sand with a saber, and used the yellow sand to bury herself, thereby avoiding the detection of the US military.

"Thermal imaging!" A U.S. military officer who chased after parking under the sand hill and jumped down shouted loudly, signaling a soldier to use a thermal imaging camera to search for Angel.

The temperature difference between morning and evening in the desert area is very large, and the temperature at night can even drop below 0 degrees. Using a thermal imager at such a temperature is undoubtedly the most trouble-free way.

U.S. soldiers carrying thermal imaging cameras searched the sand mountain carefully, but did not find Angel.An Qier, who was buried in the yellow sand, isolated from her body's heat, showed that this was something she planned to arrive early in the morning.

The U.S. soldiers did not give up. After the thermal imager failed to detect it, they immediately formed a tactical formation and climbed up the sand hill to look for Angel.

"Attention all teams, this is the world's top mercenary leader, pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet." The US military officer issued a reminder to each search team, with quite a lot of experience.

They don't know what kind of mercenary was strangling this time, but they know one thing, this mercenary is the world's top mercenary organization, and there is no weak one.The woman who escaped from their encirclement was the leader of this mercenary group, and her ability was even more terrifying than that of a man.

The American soldiers in a group of three climbed up the sand mountain to search for Angel. The expressions on their faces did not seem to be tense because of the reminder from the leader. Wherever the soldiers go, they are particularly arrogant.In their view, twelve of their outstanding marines who had experienced many battles were sent to search for a single mercenary, even if they couldn't find it, they could protect themselves.

Those Marines who didn't guard the streets were recruits, and they were veterans who had been here since the war in Afghanistan.

Angel, who was lying quietly under the sand, used the friction of the opponent's footsteps on the sand to feel the opponent's position. She had to avoid this hurdle.If you dodge it, you can enter the Taliban, and then everything will be easy to handle.

A U.S. soldier uses a flashlight to search for yellow sand that may appear unusual under his feet, while confirming each other.

"Sir, nothing was found at ten o'clock." A soldier who climbed straight to Angel's hiding place reported to the leading officer by radio, and said in a relaxed tone: "I hope this mercenary doesn't have a scar on his face, so Makes me feel sorry, ha."

"Sergeant, be vigilant." The officer's stern warning voice came: "Once again, this is a top mercenary. If you still want to go home and enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, then cheer up."

"Yes sir!" The sergeant closed his mouth, and began to fantasize about the beach in Hawaii and the countless bikini girls on the beach in his mind.

These American soldiers stationed on the battlefield in Afghanistan live in fear all day long. They have to guard against the Taliban, suicide bombers, and rebels.In the streets and alleys, you don't know who has a bomb strapped to his body, and you don't know who has a rifle hidden on his body.

Maybe one moment it was calm, and the next moment an Afghan woman would take out an AK-47 from under her skirt and shoot at them crazily; or maybe an elderly Muslim man suddenly rushed towards them madly and detonated the bomb on his body .

American soldiers under great mental stress all have a common wish: stay away from this piece of shit!

It's just that they have to go back to the United States from Afghanistan for three years, or they can go back after being injured or having experienced a certain number of battles. Those who fail to meet the conditions can only go crazy on the battlefield.So that they can adjust themselves in any way in any occasion, imagining the beauty is undoubtedly the most exciting way.

The flashlight shone on the sand under his feet, and just as the sergeant was about to move the flashlight away, he suddenly found that the sand under his feet was in a mess.Obviously, this is the trace left by the mercenary, and the opponent is lurking under his feet!

"Shit!" The sergeant opened his mouth and cursed, feeling very unfortunate for what happened to him.

He can't enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, and can only get a medal awarded by the United States of America for martyrs.

With a "thump", the sergeant felt his legs being hooked, and then he fell straight to the sand.

When he opened his mouth to cry out, the sand surface was suddenly broken, and a figure rushed towards him, his mouth was covered, and a coldness came from his chest.

He could see clearly that this mercenary didn't have any scars on his face, she was an out-and-out beautiful girl...

After quickly killing the American soldier, Angel immediately rolled to the east against the sand, and lay quietly in the depression formed by two raised sand edges with the help of black cover.

The other two American soldiers who were looking for Angel from the direction of ten o'clock immediately noticed the change here, and observed through the flashlight, and found that the companion was lying on the ground motionless.

"There is a situation!" A soldier immediately issued a warning to his comrades elsewhere, and ran towards his comrade lying on the ground with a gun.

With a "snap", the soldiers running from the east for support suddenly tripped over a horizontal log and fell forward in shock.

"puff!"

A sharp saber pierced hard into the aorta of his neck, piercing directly through it.

"Chi..." The blood spurted out by the pressure of the heart hit Angel's face heavily, turning her into a bloody person.

While killing the soldier, Angel picked up the M-4 rifle with one hand and shot at the American soldier to the west.

"boom!"

The rifle bullet was shot right into the soldier's forehead, and the body, which had been subjected to a strong penetrating force, was strangely thrown back in the air while running, and fell heavily to the ground.

"GO! GO! GO!" The U.S. military officer immediately issued an order, and led the remaining nine team members to rush to the ten o'clock position for support.

When they arrived quickly, they saw three former comrades-in-arms lying there quietly, and they were already three corpses.

"FUCK YOU!" The officer cursed angrily, and kicked the sand hard, raising a cloud of dust.

"Chase! Chase! Chase! Kill her!" The command came from the officer's mouth.

"Da da da..." The gunshot sounded, and a string of bullets fired at them.

"Puff puff!……"

A soldier fell to the ground in response, a bullet hole was made in his thigh by a bullet, and blood gushed out crazily.

"Uh..." The wounded soldier fell into the sand, groaning in pain.

"Michael was shot, rescue the wounded!" Another soldier shouted.

"Bang bang! Bang bang!..." The rest of the American soldiers quickly got down and formed a semicircle, shooting outside the semicircle, giving them an environment to rescue the wounded.

"Sir, the femoral artery has been punctured, and it needs to be brought back for emergency treatment immediately!"

"FUCK!" At this time, the US military officer could only express his dissatisfaction with cursing. He glanced at the injured comrade and said loudly: "Fire cover, Francis will send Michael back to the base immediately, quick! Quick! Quick!"

"Da da da..." Several rifles sprayed out bursting tongues of flame, covering firepower.

A few dark round objects rolled down the sand hill inconspicuously toward the tactical circle formed by the U.S. military without warning, and were not even discovered until they were in front of them.

When the officer saw these things, his eyes were full of panic: grenade!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." Explosions sounded one after another, and the rifles of the American soldiers went out dumbly.

After the explosion, the nine American soldiers were extremely miserable, wailing and lying on the killing mountain.The American soldier who was in charge of covering the evacuation of the wounded was lying on the ground twitching with a bloody face. Because he was in a half-squatting position just now, fragments of the grenade mercilessly shot deep into his body.

In the night, An Qier walked down the mountain step by step with a rifle on her shoulders, and looked coldly at the wounded and struggling soldiers.

The muzzle of the black hole is pointed at the living American soldiers, and the muzzle of the gun emits dazzling flames.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The bullets shot through the heads of American soldiers mercilessly, the dry sand greedily sucked fresh blood, and the gunpowder smoke with a strong smell of blood filled the air, drifting into the distance with the wind.

"This is for Yang!" An Qier spit out a cold voice.

Angel, who killed two U.S. Marine squads, carried a gun across the sand hills to look for Taliban rebels.It's a conspiracy!

Zhao Ziyang, whose chest was pierced by a bullet, lay powerlessly on the ground, letting blood gushe out like a fountain.He didn't have the strength to stand up anymore, and there was only one thought in his mind, the besieged and killed by the US army was definitely a big conspiracy, or there was a traitor in the mercenary group, there was no other explanation except for these two possibilities.

Earl, the earl must have betrayed the leader, otherwise the timing would not have been such a coincidence.

It's just that it doesn't make any sense to think about it now. The mercenary group is over, and the head should be arrested. Omo and the others may have died in the bombardment. The other lurkers will also be killed at the same time, and they may survive Angel is the only one.

But I am content, as long as Angel is alive.

Zhao Ziyang didn't have much affection for the lurker mercenary group.He has only been here for more than three months, and he came in for revenge, so there is no relationship at all.If it is said that the only one who has feelings is Angel, after several months of getting along day and night, he found that the cold Angel is actually very cute.

It's nothing to die, the main reason is that I can't avenge the captain and the others...

Zhao Ziyang fell into a daze, closed his eyes exhaustedly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He seemed to see Mengzi holding a wine bottle looking for him to fight for a drink, and he saw the captain blushing and asking him to help write a love letter to his little daughter-in-law...

A dazzling white light was reflected in front of his eyes, as if there was a staircase leading to heaven or hell in front of him.

"Boom..." The sound of the Humvee starting suddenly sounded, and the white light became more and more dazzling. Zhao Ziyang, who was in a daze, couldn't help opening his eyes against the white light.

A Humvee came crashing toward him, and the driver looked like it was going to crush him.

"My fellow, don't pretend to be dead, get in the car quickly." The crisp girl's voice reached Zhao Ziyang's ears, and his confused thoughts suddenly woke up.

Saved!

Under the desire to survive, Zhao Ziyang climbed up with one hand on the ground, stared at the Humvee crashing towards him, turned around suddenly and kicked on the wall.With the help of a kick, his body rushed towards the car that didn't slow down at all.

With a "bang", Zhao Ziyang, who had just jumped into the car, was thrown under the seat, and several bricks smashed towards him.

With a muffled sound of "pa", Zhao Ziyang, whose temple was hit hard by the edge of a brick, passed out, and the voices of the US military and gunshots rang in his ears, and he completely relaxed.

The little wild cat who drove Zhao Ziyang into the wall and rushed out faced the American soldiers outside the wall, reached out and grabbed a handful of copper coins from his pocket and threw them out.

"Papa papa..." There was a messy sound, followed by the painful exclamation of American soldiers.

"Ah... my eyes..."

"Ow..."

"..."

A few copper coins were deeply embedded in the bodies of almost everyone in the fallen American army. One of the unlucky ghosts' right eye was directly cut into by a copper coin, cutting the eyeball in half in the eye socket. The soldier's chest was cut deeply by a copper coin through the body armor.

"Hum!" The little wild cat snorted proudly, kicked the accelerator, and drove the Humvee towards Cheng Fei.

The Humvee with extremely strong off-road performance escaped the sight of the U.S. military in a blink of an eye, and sped away to the westernmost area under the actual control of the Taliban armed forces.

After approaching the area controlled by the Taliban armed forces, several U.S. military vehicles following closely behind had no choice but to retreat.

There is only one dead end for a small group of U.S. troops to enter the mountains and forests controlled by the Taliban.

At this time, Angel desperately fled to the south, and her route was also heading towards the area actually controlled by the Taliban.To the south of Grishke is the desert area. If you use two legs to escape into the desert, you will definitely die.But Angel knew that there was always a small group of Taliban guerrillas in the desert south of the town of Grishke. As long as he could meet the guerrillas, he would be safe.

Two U.S. Humvees with heavy machine guns raised a cloud of dust to search for Angel in the south. The headlights of the cars clearly illuminated the vast desert. As long as it was a living thing, it would never escape the environment with such a clear contrast between darkness and light.

Angel, who was running forward, saw the American soldiers chasing after him from a distance, and ran forward frantically.There is a sand mountain in front of you. Over this sand mountain, you will enter the desert in the true sense. If you are lucky, you will definitely meet the guerrillas of the Taliban militants.

Angel, with one deep foot and one shallow foot, climbed up the sand hill with her hands and feet, and the shouts of American soldiers could already be heard in her ears.At this time, she had only climbed halfway up the mountain. If she was discovered by American soldiers, a round of volleys from the opposing two teams would be able to beat herself into a sieve.

Without the slightest hesitation, Angel immediately lay down flat, quickly dug out the soft yellow sand with a saber, and used the yellow sand to bury herself, thereby avoiding the detection of the US military.

"Thermal imaging!" A U.S. military officer who chased after parking under the sand hill and jumped down shouted loudly, signaling a soldier to use a thermal imaging camera to search for Angel.

The temperature difference between morning and evening in the desert area is very large, and the temperature at night can even drop below 0 degrees. Using a thermal imager at such a temperature is undoubtedly the most trouble-free way.

U.S. soldiers carrying thermal imaging cameras searched the sand mountain carefully, but did not find Angel.An Qier, who was buried in the yellow sand, isolated from her body's heat, showed that this was something she planned to arrive early in the morning.

The U.S. soldiers did not give up. After the thermal imager failed to detect it, they immediately formed a tactical formation and climbed up the sand hill to look for Angel.

"Attention all teams, this is the world's top mercenary leader, pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet." The US military officer issued a reminder to each search team, with quite a lot of experience.

They don't know what kind of mercenary was strangling this time, but they know one thing, this mercenary is the world's top mercenary organization, and there is no weak one.The woman who escaped from their encirclement was the leader of this mercenary group, and her ability was even more terrifying than that of a man.

The American soldiers in a group of three climbed up the sand mountain to search for Angel. The expressions on their faces did not seem to be tense because of the reminder from the leader. Wherever the soldiers go, they are particularly arrogant.In their view, twelve of their outstanding marines who had experienced many battles were sent to search for a single mercenary, even if they couldn't find it, they could protect themselves.

Those Marines who didn't guard the streets were recruits, and they were veterans who had been here since the war in Afghanistan.

Angel, who was lying quietly under the sand, used the friction of the opponent's footsteps on the sand to feel the opponent's position. She had to avoid this hurdle.If you dodge it, you can enter the Taliban, and then everything will be easy to handle.

A U.S. soldier uses a flashlight to search for yellow sand that may appear unusual under his feet, while confirming each other.

"Sir, nothing was found at ten o'clock." A soldier who climbed straight to Angel's hiding place reported to the leading officer by radio, and said in a relaxed tone: "I hope this mercenary doesn't have a scar on his face, so Makes me feel sorry, ha."

"Sergeant, be vigilant." The officer's stern warning voice came: "Once again, this is a top mercenary. If you still want to go home and enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, then cheer up."

"Yes sir!" The sergeant closed his mouth, and began to fantasize about the beach in Hawaii and the countless bikini girls on the beach in his mind.

These American soldiers stationed on the battlefield in Afghanistan live in fear all day long. They have to guard against the Taliban, suicide bombers, and rebels.In the streets and alleys, you don't know who has a bomb strapped to his body, and you don't know who has a rifle hidden on his body.

Maybe one moment it was calm, and the next moment an Afghan woman would take out an AK-47 from under her skirt and shoot at them crazily; or maybe an elderly Muslim man suddenly rushed towards them madly and detonated the bomb on his body .

American soldiers under great mental stress all have a common wish: stay away from this piece of shit!

It's just that they have to go back to the United States from Afghanistan for three years, or they can go back after being injured or having experienced a certain number of battles. Those who fail to meet the conditions can only go crazy on the battlefield.So that they can adjust themselves in any way in any occasion, imagining the beauty is undoubtedly the most exciting way.

The flashlight shone on the sand under his feet, and just as the sergeant was about to move the flashlight away, he suddenly found that the sand under his feet was in a mess.Obviously, this is the trace left by the mercenary, and the opponent is lurking under his feet!

"Shit!" The sergeant opened his mouth and cursed, feeling very unfortunate for what happened to him.

He can't enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, and can only get a medal awarded by the United States of America for martyrs.

With a "thump", the sergeant felt his legs being hooked, and then he fell straight to the sand.

When he opened his mouth to cry out, the sand surface was suddenly broken, and a figure rushed towards him, his mouth was covered, and a coldness came from his chest.

He could see clearly that this mercenary didn't have any scars on his face, she was an out-and-out beautiful girl...

After quickly killing the American soldier, Angel immediately rolled to the east against the sand, and lay quietly in the depression formed by two raised sand edges with the help of black cover.

The other two American soldiers who were looking for Angel from the direction of ten o'clock immediately noticed the change here, and observed through the flashlight, and found that the companion was lying on the ground motionless.

"There is a situation!" A soldier immediately issued a warning to his comrades elsewhere, and ran towards his comrade lying on the ground with a gun.

With a "snap", the soldiers running from the east for support suddenly tripped over a horizontal log and fell forward in shock.

"puff!"

A sharp saber pierced hard into the aorta of his neck, piercing directly through it.

"Chi..." The blood spurted out by the pressure of the heart hit Angel's face heavily, turning her into a bloody person.

While killing the soldier, Angel picked up the M-4 rifle with one hand and shot at the American soldier to the west.

"boom!"

The rifle bullet was shot right into the soldier's forehead, and the body, which had been subjected to a strong penetrating force, was strangely thrown back in the air while running, and fell heavily to the ground.

"GO! GO! GO!" The U.S. military officer immediately issued an order, and led the remaining nine team members to rush to the ten o'clock position for support.

When they arrived quickly, they saw three former comrades-in-arms lying there quietly, and they were already three corpses.

"FUCK YOU!" The officer cursed angrily, and kicked the sand hard, raising a cloud of dust.

"Chase! Chase! Chase! Kill her!" The command came from the officer's mouth.

"Da da da..." The gunshot sounded, and a string of bullets fired at them.

"Puff puff!……"

A soldier fell to the ground in response, a bullet hole was made in his thigh by a bullet, and blood gushed out crazily.

"Uh..." The wounded soldier fell into the sand, groaning in pain.

"Michael was shot, rescue the wounded!" Another soldier shouted.

"Bang bang! Bang bang!..." The rest of the American soldiers quickly got down and formed a semicircle, shooting outside the semicircle, giving them an environment to rescue the wounded.

"Sir, the femoral artery has been punctured, and it needs to be brought back for emergency treatment immediately!"

"FUCK!" At this time, the US military officer could only express his dissatisfaction with cursing. He glanced at the injured comrade and said loudly: "Fire cover, Francis will send Michael back to the base immediately, quick! Quick! Quick!"

"Da da da..." Several rifles sprayed out bursting tongues of flame, covering firepower.

A few dark round objects rolled down the sand hill inconspicuously toward the tactical circle formed by the U.S. military without warning, and were not even discovered until they were in front of them.

When the officer saw these things, his eyes were full of panic: grenade!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." Explosions sounded one after another, and the rifles of the American soldiers went out dumbly.

After the explosion, the nine American soldiers were extremely miserable, wailing and lying on the killing mountain.The American soldier who was in charge of covering the evacuation of the wounded was lying on the ground twitching with a bloody face. Because he was in a half-squatting position just now, fragments of the grenade mercilessly shot deep into his body.

In the night, An Qier walked down the mountain step by step with a rifle on her shoulders, and looked coldly at the wounded and struggling soldiers.

The muzzle of the black hole is pointed at the living American soldiers, and the muzzle of the gun emits dazzling flames.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The bullets shot through the heads of American soldiers mercilessly, the dry sand greedily sucked fresh blood, and the gunpowder smoke with a strong smell of blood filled the air, drifting into the distance with the wind.

"This is for Yang!" An Qier spit out a cold voice.

Angel, who killed two U.S. Marine squads, carried a gun across the sand hills to look for Taliban rebels.