The company commander who is now responsible for guarding the biochemical laboratory can only use two words to describe it: messy. This sudden and multiple drastic changes have left him completely confused.

First, the sentry post was unable to be contacted for some reason. The "Cobra" team supporting here volunteered to conduct reconnaissance. Unexpectedly, before the elite "Cobra" came back, the heavy defenses here had been broken through, and a large-yield missile

The thermobaric bomb was placed directly in the most dangerous place: the biological breeding room.

The savings of the "New Order" over the past five or six years were reduced to ashes. He went down to take a look, and it was so horrible. The thermobaric bomb was originally designed to be used in open areas, but now it was thrown into a closed environment. It was simply a massive disaster.

Destructive weapons. The entire laboratory was bombed beyond recognition, and none of the researchers were spared. Even those on the outer circle were suffering from internal bleeding in three or four organs. Whether they could be saved was completely up to the sky.

For such a big crime, the company commander had already thought about the consequences of going to court-martial. The judge made a brief verdict, struck a small hammer, and two burly men dragged him down. Four soldiers armed with semi-automatic rifles followed him.

Get out of the way...

"bang"

The company commander shuddered.

Obviously, by catching these people, they can make up for their mistakes. At least they will not eat iron melon seeds. But they have clearly set up a dragnet and even used methods such as setting fire to the forest. But... why did they still let them run away? PMC

Are they all supermen?

"Look! If you want to see the person alive, if you want to see the body if you die," the company commander shouted through gritted teeth. Now he couldn't help but calm down. The biochemical laboratory has been damaged beyond repair. The higher-ups already know it. If they don't make up for it,

, it is inevitable to eat a bunch of iron melon seeds.

"Also, it doesn't matter whether you live or die."

It wouldn't be a bad idea to find these people and chop them into pieces. Handing over their heads would be considered a good job.

…

In terms of the level of tension, 141's side is not much worse than that of the rebel company commander. He is worried that his head will be lost in a few days, and 141 is worried about his head being lost at any time now.

The seven people were like chickens with their heads chopped off, running lifeless in the jungle. However, everyone was experienced in many battles, and there was no problem with their physical fitness for the time being. Only three people, M4, SCAR and M99, had some slight problems.

It feels a bit exhausted.

M4 kept repeating the speed change of deceleration and acceleration, and because she had the most things in her backpack, she was already a little tired.

SCAR, on the other hand, carries Long Yue's whole body weight while running, and has to pay attention to the road conditions at all times to give instructions. She consumes not only her physical strength, but also her energy.

The M99 is purely self-inflicted. Who told her to carry two sniper rifles with nothing... Now the weight of the M99, which is relatively light among anti-materiel rifles, still puts a huge burden on her.

The gunfire from behind became more intensive. I don’t know if they got any orders. But fortunately, the training level of this group of rebels was not that high. Although the gunfire became more intensive, there were not many bullets flying towards them.

, and all missed without exception.

But at the same time, they were chasing closer and closer. The shouts behind them became more and more intensive, and the area became wider and wider. It seemed that they had discovered that they had all run away, and everyone was mobilized to participate in the arrest.

.

"It's not easy to run like this!" M4 talked to SCAR while preparing bullet mines: "We have to find a way to get rid of them all!"

"That's easy to say..." SCAR's breath was already a little constricted, and he managed to reply between breaths.

M4 glanced back, and could already vaguely see the figures following behind among the blades. In about half a minute, the people behind would be able to clearly see the fleeing group. Visibility in the jungle

The distance is different from that on the road. Even an eighty-year-old man can hit the target at such a close distance.

"I'll hold them back." AK12 said. As soon as his running speed slowed down, he got kicked on the butt.

"What are you doing?" AK12 sulked and turned to look at FAL who had just retracted his foot.

"I'll go, you protect Sister SCAR and the others." FAL said in an unquestionable tone: "It's better for you to keep it than for me. Hold this for me." As she said that, she threw something black and the AK12 took it.

At first glance, it was the big and heavy wet silencer. The moment AK12 was picking up the thing, FAL reached out to AK12's waist and took off an M3 fragmentation grenade tied to her waist.

"Lend this to me." She threw the grenade, stopped suddenly, and leaned against the big tree where they were hugging each other. AK12 glanced at her, and then at SCAR.

"Let's go, you... be careful and meet at the predetermined location..." SCAR nodded and agreed to this tactic. If we keep running like this, no one can hold on anymore.

"You too." FAL smiled and watched the group of people sprinting towards the forest. He leaned against the tree, put a new magazine on the gun, pulled the trigger, and took a deep breath.

The sounds behind him are getting louder and louder, but now is not the time. Only by getting close enough to make a surprise attack can the following guys divert their attention.

"Hurry up! Don't let them run away!" A thunderous sound sounded from FAL's ears.

FAL's eyes suddenly became sharp. He didn't see anyone, and his hands had already started to move. He grabbed the handguard with his left hand, held the gun butt with his right hand, and swung the gun butt fiercely toward his head.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound. Don't tell me, FAL was really accurate this time. It hit the bridge of the person's nose. The person said "Ouch" and fell to the ground on his back. He covered his nose with tears and runny nose.

With a look on his face, FAL ignored him, raised the gun to his shoulder, and the arrow of the ACOG scope accurately aimed at the chest of the pursuer behind him.

"Bang, bang, bang" the triggers were pulled continuously, the targets were changed continuously, almost no firepower was wasted, and the 7.62mm bullets showed unique power. The body armor on their bodies was useless, and the five or six people who followed the first batch were all lying on the ground.

On the ground, FAL lowered his gun and pointed it at the pursuer who had just received a butt shot...

"Bang" He no longer has to worry about the bridge of his nose being broken.

The first wave of enemies were all killed, not only because of FAL's superb marksmanship, but also because these fools chased them. FAL did not hesitate and retreated behind the bunker. At this moment, the pursuers behind him

The soldiers also came up and fired a burst of fire at the position where FAL had just been standing. Suddenly, sawdust and grass blades were flying everywhere.

After finishing the magazine of bullets, before the people behind could confirm the outcome of the battle, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the tree. A man raised his gun and started shooting, but the gun made the sound of empty chamber and hanging up. It was uncontrollable just now.

All the bullets have been emptied by strafing.

The tender lotus-like hand was raised slightly and then retracted. It seemed that there was no unnecessary movement. But the man walking at the front rushed forward in a hurry. For no other reason than that, he saw that little hand was dry.

What did you do? After just two steps, he fell to the ground. The culprit was of course a smoking gun barrel sticking out from behind the tree.

The people behind were red-eyed, and were about to rush forward to avenge their brothers, when they suddenly saw a smoking object rolling to their feet...

"boom!"

FAL behind the tree heard the loud noise, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of pride.
Chapter completed!