Foreword:

No matter what your achievements are, your life is your gift.

——Ernest Miller Hemingway

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[Part 1: Disaster is approaching]

A black shadow flashed past, and the four remaining soldiers inside the room were all shocked.

The short knife in Jiang Xueming's hand brought out the cold light, he cut open the three-point strap and grabbed the gun——

——The moment he got the weapon, the nameless Death God once again regained his divine power.

[muzzledown!]

The ghost in the venom machine shouted a simple and easy-to-understand muzzle and pointed the gun at a low position. Xueming and the undead almost thought of each other. They were of the same mind and were completely in sync. The moment they seized the enemy's weapon, the butt of the gun was on his shoulder.

The muzzle is lowered and the view in front of the big arm is good!

A fierce exchange of fire broke out in the narrow bathroom. Originally, two groups of six members of the Terrorist Rangers entered the room to search for points. The moment Xueming got the weapon, he changed his position between offense and defense - it was his turn.

The soldier responsible for the rear of the cover team on the side of the room fired two shots to shatter the chest armor. His arms twitched and the muzzle of the gun kept shaking. His fingers collided with each other and fired by mistake. The instinctive bullets fired back towards the ceiling. The moment he lost balance, he called Xueming to make up for it.

The gun shattered his skull and turned it into a puddle of mud.

Before the body fell, Xueming stepped forward to hook the enemy soldier's magazine, and held the gun with one hand at a low position. At the same time, the enemy in the bathroom took countermeasures. The soldier at the back of the house search team slammed the door shut - to

Give the partner in front of you some reaction time, they must turn the muzzle and readjust the shooting range.

Gunfire rang out again!

Sharp pieces of iron exploded from the keyhole of the door lock. Amin did not aim deliberately and only used one hand to shoot through the door. The four bullets, together with the door lock and the enemy soldier's waist and abdomen, made a hole as big as a fist. The full-power bullet

Continuously hitting the same point on the armor - his hand was unsteady like a human's.

The bathroom door was kicked open by Amin, and the door latch deformed and cracked. The pine door panel fell on the soldier's face. Before he could counterattack, Amin raised his rifle and aimed it horizontally. The warhead penetrated the door and hit

The enemy soldier's head was crushed, and the milky-white blood blossomed into a white rose on the bathroom mirror.

There were three other enemy soldiers in the room, and less than three seconds had elapsed since Jiang Xueming fired the shot - the nameless person's killing efficiency was too high and his actions were too fast.

The quality of the soldiers of the Terrorist Task Force is not bad. They set up gun control lines as soon as they were attacked. The remaining soldiers also defended in three shooting areas: one in front, two in back, upper, middle and lower. One of them had just taken out a defensive grenade.

Be prepared to fight to the death.

The electronic prosthetic eye aligned with the machine sight quickly zoomed in. The soldiers originally wanted to gain an advantage near and far. They had a shooting angle from the side of the gate. If the Anonymous wanted to come in directly, before the shooting circles converged

, they will definitely be able to see the enemy's weapons, and the enemy's gun barrel will come into their field of vision earlier than the bullets——

——But the nameless warriors obviously know CQB better than these androids.

Xueming almost ran to the TV in the living room, and quickly and quietly walked around half a circle, which was more than eight meters away from the bathroom room, from the left to the right of the bathroom door.

The rifle spit out angry flames, and Xueming opened fire before even seeing the enemy!

The bullets shattered the bathroom wall, and the tiles, rubble, and hot shrapnel ricocheted and refracted, immediately shattering the enemy's will to fight and shattering the enemy's defensive formation.

This ferocious ricochet technique made it impossible for the Terrorist Rangers to fight back. The defensive grenade had no time to throw out and exploded in the narrow space of the bathroom, causing the whole building to tremble.

In a total of about ten seconds of fighting, Jiang Xueming took away six more lives.

He took off the empty magazine and violently pulled away the hot bullet support plate. The iron box flew out from the room window and landed in front of the Falcon. The Falcon was so angry that the core engine was overloaded.

, boiling steam came out of the facial features!

The bullets of the minigun were almost connected in a line, spitting out anger along the window where the magazine flew out, and for a moment the wall shattered and fragments flew.

Once again, a black shadow broke through the gravel and red bricks from the side wall. Hayabusa fired without thinking, trying to crush the black shadow!

"Don't try to escape!"

The thermal imaging of the prosthetic eye showed a bright signal coming out of the hole in the building, just like the wall-breaking transfer that Anonymous had tried many times before. The enemy's spirit body was indestructible, but it was impossible to be effective every time - the spirit body also followed.

The mental essence produces fatigue and exhaustion.

The continuous heavy firepower tore the black shadow into pieces. The Falcon finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how fast the enemy was, could it be faster than the bullets?

"Hahahahaha! Die!"

"Die! Die! Die!"

The Falcon laughed wildly, switched the thermal imaging mode to optical detection, and zoomed in again and again. The corpse was smashed into pieces by the minigun and could not fall off.

He deliberately kept part of the head to make the nameless warrior die slower. Otherwise, how could he collect data? How could he turn this disgusting stinky rat into his electronic pet?

But the moment the head floated up and down with the hurricane of minigun bullets, Hayashiki felt a strong sense of fear in his heart.

That's not Jiang Xueming's face, but a typical member of the Terrorist Rangers...

That guy threw a body out! As bait, as...

His reasoning and logic almost collapsed and he fell from heaven to hell.

The roar of gunshots rang out from the window of the first-floor room——

——The moment Xueming finished changing bullets, he had already crossed three flights of stairs and was at the same height as the Falcon.

The warhead happened to shatter the window and flew towards the minigun.

The 7.6*1 NATO full-power bullet drilled out of the barrel of the car-h and penetrated the minigun's bullet feeding motor.

The machine gun in his right arm misfired, and Hayabusa quickly pulled his left arm to shred his opponent with another sharp sword.

The continuous rain of bullets was like a fierce whip of light. The firepower moved from the third floor to the first floor, tearing apart the exterior walls and exhaust ducts along the way, cracking the water supply pipes, and shattering the flower stone platform.

But it can never touch the nameless iron coat. The moment Xueming emptied the magazine——

——The barrel of the six-barreled rapid-fire machine gun has turned into red scrap metal. It was knocked crookedly by the rifle bullets and turned into a sunflower.

The Falcon still refused to give up. The continuous shooting action made the minigun's bullets penetrate the outer wall of the barrel like a goddess scattering flowers. And because the gas guide stroke was too short, the bullets were guided by the distorted rifling and shot to nowhere.

Xueming kicked open the door, replaced the third magazine with a clear shot - and started killing.

The gun was aimed at Falcon's head. The moment the bullet was fired, the exoskeleton on the back of the burly giant's head suddenly buckled on the outer armor, covering the entire head!

The warhead bounced off the inclined armor without any penetration, not even the iron sheet was left behind. It could only draw a deep dent on the asphalt road following the deflection angle. It felt like a sword in fantasy.

The air burst out with incredible power, and the thick asphalt left traces of bullet cuts.

As long as a bullet is sent into the giant's eye, the guy's strong skull will act like the armor of a tank, causing the bullet to scatter back and forth in the brain, killing him in just one shot.

But Hayashiki has obviously learned wisely. The two elite soldiers, Ye Zhong and You Guang, have been killed countless times by the Nameless Doe using this method. The arsenal also gave him a visor to protect him.

But the gunfire didn't stop, and it was even scarier and more terrifying than before!

The visor not only blocks fatal bullets, but also blocks most of the Falcon's field of vision. The external environment can only be observed through the drone's window and the prosthetic camera.

He didn't know what kind of damage he had suffered to his physical body. The electronic eyes on his shoulders and the perspective of a high-altitude drone showed that his body was suppressed by fire and was shaking.

Xueming used the rifle to accurately hit the giant's armor and stomach connector, avoiding the outer armor and attacking the soft armor, making the enemy incapacitated. He also had four magazines on his waist——

——These one hundred and twenty bullets turned into a nightmare for the Terrorist Rangers.

With such a clear shooting range, the teams originally performing search missions in various buildings were inconsistent. They had to go out of the buildings and go to the streets or terraces to support the Falcon Commander.

For Xueming, it was back to the shooting range he was familiar with——

——As 0 said in the venom agency.

At this moment, any target that appears on this street, even a passing mosquito, will be shot by Jiang Xueming twice. If the drone flies any lower, it will be broken into pieces.

Three groups of nine people filed out of the room on the first floor. The pioneers who had just stepped out of the door were like wheat that had been cut by a sickle, and their heads exploded and they fell immediately!

At the window on the second floor, there was an experienced soldier a little away from the window sill, holding an anti-tank rocket launcher shaped like an iron fist. The fire just lit up - the warhead ruthlessly smashed the detonation fuse of the rocket, and the metal liquid spewed out.

killed them.

The one hundred and twenty-fire fireworks show from hell is over.

With Jiang Xueming as the center of the fan, the front is 270 degrees, the elevation angle is 75 degrees, and there is no living thing in the clear range within 50 meters.

The fifty-five soldiers of the Terrorist Task Force, if they dare to show their heads in this street, will be mercilessly hit by rifle bullets in the first place.

Xueming's arms, shoulders and neck all suffered from very severe muscle strain. He almost seemed to have activated the mechanical life of an automatic lock plug-in. How fast this rifle can shoot, how fast his shooting can be transferred——

——In the past six years of fighting, when he and Fenfang Huanmeng's spirit and flesh were integrated, he could drive the spirit body to stabilize the physical body. Fenfang Huanmeng and Xueming controlled the gun position at the same time, and could perform this terrifying shooting technique.

There were also soldiers hiding in bunkers who did not go out to protect their officers immediately. They were trembling and almost scared out of their wits.

The security center will provide these big-headed soldiers with basic aiming-assisted prosthetic eyes, and will use hormones to soothe their minds, which can strengthen part of their will to fight.

However, when facing the nameless soldiers and facing the threat of death, they saw their comrades' heads blossoming again and again, and they were killed by explosions at the moment of engagement. The fighting will of these soldiers had completely collapsed, and many soldiers had already gone offline. Looking for

I found a suitable bed, hid in the bathroom, and hid under the bed, hoping to return to a warm and happy paradise.

Time has not defeated the proud and ruthless war king——

——At least for Jiang Xueming, at the age of thirty, he has more strength and less dexterity than at the age of twenty-three, just enough to tame the recoil of 7.6*1nato.

The fragrant dream came out of my body. I hugged the rifle and pulled out the magazine. There was no ammunition left.
To be continued...