I don't know how long it took, but SCAR finally regained consciousness. She shook her head vigorously, and the dizziness was shaken off a bit. Only then could she open her eyes and take a look at her surroundings.

It seems that she was pushed out by the air wave of the explosion and hit the counter next to her. Although her current condition is not good, it is not too bad. At least the gun is still there, so fighting is not a problem.

However, the dizziness is a bit severe and aiming may be a problem.

SCAR struggled to prop up her body and leaned on the counter. She took out her rifle with her right hand and pulled the bolt with her left hand. She glanced at the warehouse where she came from. It was still dark inside.

, I can’t see anything. But I can smell the smell of blood. I guess a few of my teammates have already...

After looking around the store, I didn't see any AK47 or M4, but they were running a little faster than me, so they should be fine.

She took a deep breath. No matter whether her teammates were there or not, she was still in danger. She couldn't let her guard down. Whether it was revenge or collecting corpses, the premise was that she could still survive. If she died too, everything would be lost.

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SCAR took out a small folding mirror from his pocket. Although it had been broken into two pieces in the impact and collision just now, it was enough to see the situation.

Open the mirror and carefully stick it out against the ground. The scene outside is immediately reflected in the mirror.

The streets outside are now full of burning debris and bullet casings, and there are several corpses lying behind several vehicles that were used as bunkers. Judging from the style of the equipment and the strong physique, they should be members of the Boulder Team. This is

By now the gunshots on the street had become much quieter, and Team Boulder was probably finished.

A group of soldiers appeared on the other side. Their equipment didn't look that sophisticated. They didn't even seem to be equipped with body armor, and there were no additional sights on their guns. They were just simple AR-15s and AKMs.

The kind of simple equipment that can be obtained by spending a little more money on the black market.

There is no uniformity in clothing. Some people wear chameleon camouflage, some people wear ordinary desert camouflage, and some people even wear orange-red overalls for fear that others will not see them in the crossfire.

But he was lucky to have survived the firefight just now...

This group of people moved forward slowly on the road, searching, as if they were clearing out the remaining enemies. It seemed that they did not pay attention to the small-fronted house that was blown up.

SCAR checked the equipment on his body. The bullets and guns were still there and in relatively good condition. The shock wave just now could not cause much damage to these iron gadgets.

But plastic products are not so lucky. At least, SCAR's mobile phone has been broken... Now this thing has been thrown aside, the screen has been broken into three pieces, and it doesn't respond no matter how you play with it. It seems that the CPU must have been shocked.

broken.

These are irrelevant, SCAR's combat effectiveness is still there, but trying to kill countless people on the opposite side by one person in this state is tantamount to wishful thinking.

So she chose to hide, and if possible, wait until it was quieter outside before going to find other people to discuss the next step.

However, the group of people in front of them searched the battlefield carefully enough. Not only did they search for places where people could hide, they even shot the corpses lying on the ground one by one, with the attitude of killing them all.

Not to mention, they actually found a man lying on the ground pretending to be dead. This man seemed to be injured. Seeing that he could no longer hide, he jumped up with a pistol and knocked down three or four people. Only then was he gathered.

The fire is gone.

All of this was seen by SCAR. It was not that she didn't want to help, but it was really unwise to go out like this now. She had heard the sound of at least six guns in the burst of fire that killed the man just now.

This was the reason why the team in front of me lost three people, otherwise there might have been more.

If this all comes to her, let alone her current situation, even when she is in her prime, she will have to think carefully if she wants to deal with this group of people.

At this moment, a snowflake sound formed by electric current suddenly came from around her. This sound was very familiar to her. This sound often appeared when the channel was connected. She touched her left ear casually and was stunned. There was only one sound in her hand.

There is a soft feeling left, and the earphones are no longer hanging on the ears.

Fortunately, the sound of the snowflakes hadn't stopped yet. Following the sound, SCAR found his earphones.

The earphones hung back on her ears, and she clicked the button with her left hand to switch the channel back to the team's private channel. She heard only silence inside, but she did not rush to call, but kept silent and waited. Once called, there would be a call.

The second time, this type of call is generally not the only one.

If there is only one call, it means that the person calling is in danger. If the call is issued at this time, at least there will be no sound, or in more serious cases, it will be a great help to the enemy and expose the location of the teammates to the enemy.

Not long after, another burst of snowflake sound came from the earphones. SCAR's whole body tensed up, listening carefully to the sound coming from the earphones.

"Is there anyone alive?" The voice was trembling a little, as if it was holding back the pain, and the pronunciation was a little unclear. But SCAR still understood it. The voice was very familiar, so familiar that she knew who it belonged to as soon as she heard it.

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"M4, how are you doing there?" SCAR lowered his voice as low as possible and whispered.

"Sister SCAR!" The voice from the other side was full of surprise: "Are you okay?"

"It's a lie to say it's okay. How are you doing over there? Who else is there?" SCAR smiled bitterly and asked in a low voice.

"The two of us are fine so far. We took advantage of the explosion to move upstairs and killed two enemies. Now we are resting here." Another voice came in from the channel, which was from an AK47. Compared with the M4's voice,

, hers seems to be more normal, but her voice is much smaller.

"I'm still in that front room, it should be... downstairs from you, right?" SCAR said with a bitter smile. Needless to say, this feeling is quite strange.

The soundproofing effect of this old-fashioned house is very poor. If you shout from upstairs, you can probably hear it clearly downstairs, but the three of them don't dare to make any sound. That's why it's like this, obviously the distance is very close.

But contact must be made via radio.

How should I put it...it feels like I took off my pants and farted.

But in fact it is not redundant. After all, the situation is like this, and they cannot be allowed to mess around.

"No one else... saw anyone?" AK hesitated and asked.

"I don't know...but I smell a smell of blood..." SCAR didn't say any more.

"The patio outside is full of people, and no one who ran out from there ran away..." AK47 added. She also saw the group of people from upstairs, but she was a step too late after all.

It has ended before.

As for the rest, those who did not run out of the room, with so many mining explosives, fine nails and iron pieces, their endings need not be said, the three of them already knew it in their hearts.
Chapter completed!