When I first heard my own name, I couldn't help but be shocked, and I couldn't help but tremble a few times before my head came up.
Snapped!
A bullet struck the stone in front of me.
boom!
Immediately, the stone exploded, and the debris went through the air and hit my sunglasses and head.
The sunglasses shattered and the fragments embedded themselves in my face, causing unbearable pain.
My head felt like a hammer being hit, and the pain made me bite my tongue.
However, these pains were overcome.
My heart and my whole mind were occupied by that sad local accent!
That voice is so strange!
But it's so familiar!
Anyone who knows my nickname...
The whole world knows my nickname...
only……
The next second, I instinctively adjusted the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger in the direction indicated by the opponent.
"ah!!!"
The screams were heard instantly, very close at hand, and spread all over the place.
"Banban. Already 106."
The strange yet familiar voice came again.
Without saying anything, I raised my gun and hit the cat in the prospecting pit.
"Well!"
Another inaudible sound sounded. A black shadow scurried over, covering the prospecting pit.
Plop.
A gunman fell down at the entrance of the prospecting pit, staring at me blankly with two eyes. There was a bottomless blood hole in his throat. Blood flowed wildly, and the blink of an eye dyed the cold puddle red.
"Chen 118."
"Bingwu 193."
"Kunwei 220."
Continuous registration sounds are issued in one breath.
I clicked my thumb, switched to continuous fire, and fired continuously according to the opponent's instructions. After finishing the magazine, I quickly replaced it.
The local accent only called five times. The five gunmen and desperadoes who waded over all fell down. Only the screams and cries for help could be heard echoing around the rotten jeep.
This time, no one came to save me.
"Don't go there."
"Everyone lies down."
"Mutai. Get the car. Dodge."
"quick."
"Get the skin, get the skin."
Yang Laosan's trembling and frightened call came from the other side.
Obviously, Yang Laosan was frightened by my sharp gun.
No matter how much Yang Laosan kills without blinking an eye, no matter how much the other murderer is on the run and no longer afraid of death, at this moment, they all have the intention of retreating.
No one can avoid being afraid!
No one could remain indifferent to the sight of corpses strewn across the field.
"I'll kill this bitch first."
"Ah. Dog***."
"No. No. Please, don't kill our guide..."
"If you want to kill, just kill me..."
"ah!"
"Stop."
The urgent and tragic screams came, my heart was shaken and my body was shaking wildly. I quickly raised my head, raised my gun, looked for someone, and took aim.
On the other side of the river, a white-skinned foreigner was holding Mutai's hatchet tightly with both hands, blocking Mutai's killing blow.
But the white-skinned foreigner was at the end of his strength. He was kicked by Mutai and immediately knelt down with a muffled howl.
The next second, Mu Tai moved forward with murderous intent, raised his hatchet and struck the guide's neck hard.
At the critical moment, I pulled the trigger decisively.
Mutai's head snapped and his body tilted to the left.
Bang bang bang!
I shot out at three o'clock again.
Immediately, Mutai's head flew halfway up and landed in the distance.
Brains bursting in!
After four consecutive grabs, I got down and dragged the dead gunman into the mine, stepped on his shoulders, took a deep breath, and asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"
I asked the guide loudly, but received no response from the guide.
I couldn't help but became anxious, my voice became heavier and gasping: "Reply! How do you know my nickname?"
"Who is ***?"
"Are you my classmate?"
"Speak quickly!"
"Are you okay?"
"Yang Laosan. I'm warning you, if anything happens to my friend, I will kill your whole family."
At this moment, I didn't care at all about the fierce and cruel Yang Laosan, nor the other poachers and gunmen who were desperately crawling across the river to escape.
There were thirteen opponents in total, and eight were turned over by the police.
The remaining five, including Yang Laosan, were so frightened that they even lost their guns.
However, no matter how I called, the other party still did not respond to me.
My whole body is burning, and a rush of blood rushes straight into Niwan!
"ah!"
Amidst the roar of the tiger, I held my hand flat and pulled out a shuttle, quickly jumped out of the prospecting pit, and shouted to the sky: "I'm not allowed to move."
What caught my eye were two old poachers standing on the opposite bank with their hands raised.
Next to them, there was the young brother who stared blankly at his headshot.
The remaining Yang Laosan and the other gunman had already jumped into the pickup truck, hit the accelerator and fled like crazy.
Next to my crappy Jeep, there were two thugs struggling and howling.
In the middle of the river, a gunman who had been shot lay motionless on the cold stone.
I just glanced at the gang of thugs and then cast my eyes on the guide. Read the book
The guide was lying in the arms of a foreign girl, not knowing whether he was dead or alive!
My heart was shaking wildly, and the cold wind hit me. My upper and lower teeth chattered and rattled, and my body was so cold that I kept twitching, and I couldn't even hold the gun steady.
"What's his name?"
I held my breath as I shouted these words to my prisoner.
The only people who know my nickname are my classmates!
"We don't know his name."
"He asked us to call him..."
"Teng Teng."
boom!
Boom!
When the five thunders struck my head, my two souls and five souls flew out of my body and floated around the world.
Then, I was hit hard on the head and heart by 500,000 volts of high-voltage electricity, turning me into a walking zombie.
Snap.
Mine fell to the ground.
The past flashed back vividly, and I stared blankly at the guide on the other side of the river who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and screamed in my throat that I couldn't even understand.
A line of extremely hot tears slid down my face, hovering over the scabbed scars on my face.
Those bitter and hot tears eroded my wounds like alcohol, causing my facial features to twist and my intestines to twist together in pain.
My classmate is gone!
Teng Laoshi is dead!
Zetianyu Gua is offline!
Right under my nose!
I didn't even talk to him!
Suddenly, this idea came to me, my mind suddenly became clear, and my soul returned to its original place.
"Old Ten!"
"I'm so fucking sorry for you."
With these words murmuring from my mouth, I bent down, picked up a pair and shot all the bullets into the escaping pickup truck.
