The leader of the "Hyena" mercenaries, "One Eye", quickly replaced a new magazine with his hands and feet, and continued to pour firepower at the figure in the night.
Although modern bullets use a large amount of smokeless gunpowder, it is not completely guaranteed to avoid the generation of smoke after burning gunpowder.
The spicy smell that irritated the mucous membranes of the oral and nasal cavities spread into the air along with the faint smoke, making the vision in the night even more blurry.
Maybe the other party has been trapped in a hornet's nest!
The eyes of many mercenaries flashed with bloodthirsty and cruelty.
Mercenaries are originally lawless butchers and executioners whose profession is to kill people, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.
They skillfully unleashed a row of fan firepower, and the overwhelming barrage swept out like a torrent, making it difficult for the opponent to dodge even if they had wings.
"oval!"
The fire continued for about thirty seconds, and "One-Eye" finally shouted to stop.
Yellow and bronze bullet casings jumped at the feet of the mercenaries.
The local temperature caused by the firing of more than a dozen firearms of various types even turned the cold wind blowing into a warm and pleasant spring breeze in just a short moment.
The next second, the biting night wind made them feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.
The dense barrage seemed to have all fallen into the ethereal void, and the figure seemed not to be affected in any way, and still walked forward firmly step by step.
As they got closer and closer, the sound of slight footsteps was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts again and again.
"This, this is impossible!"
A mercenary looked at the "Altimax" (ultimax 100 light machine gun) in his hand in disbelief. The hot gun barrel and the pungent smell of gun smoke told him that this was not a dream.
There was a gasping sound all around.
But he and many others could not figure out why there were so many of them and so many guns but nothing was gained. What they had in hand were the most sophisticated firearms instead of fire sticks.
This unscientific!
The dense bullets should drill out blood flowers on the opponent's body, violently tear open the fresh and hot flesh, and the strong kinetic energy and the static force of the bullet will make the opponent continue to retreat.
The last thing that fell to the ground should be a mangled piece of meat.
"Damn it! Keep firing!"
"One Eye" realized that they were in big trouble. The bounty was more valuable than he imagined. Sure enough, if it was so easy to get, it couldn't be so rich.
What kind of equipment does the opponent have that can ignore the attacks of many small weapons?
This time they saw it clearly. Dark red straight projectiles hit each other, and then bounced away slightly, unable to penetrate at all.
No matter the head, chest, hands, or feet, the kinetic energy of the bullets cannot stop the opponent's progress, and even the opponent's movements cannot be hindered. The dense barrage is like a field of weak pebbles, and the opponent can't even wave his hands to disperse them.
No interest at all.
That guy simply approached them with an attitude of indifference and pride.
Now "One-Eye" is not thinking about how to complete this job. Instead, he is thinking about how to get back alive. As for those men who can escape one by one, he is already mentally prepared that he will not be able to escape intact.
Damn it, is the other party a robot?
It should be extremely advanced tactical armor. If they could own more than a dozen sets, their mercenary army would immediately become the top mercenary team in the industry.
Dry!
Ignoring light weapons, wouldn’t it mean killing everyone on a battlefield filled with bullets and bullets?!
envy, jealousy, hate!
It is really impossible to describe the mentality of the "hyena" leader at this time.
Although they had the most advanced individual combat weapons currently in human hands, the mercenaries couldn't help but retreat. They couldn't imagine what method they should use to kill the invulnerable opponent.
Automatic rifles are ineffective, machine guns are ineffective, and even defensive grenades thrown are just scratching the opponent's itch.
A layer of light film shimmered slightly around the opponent's figure as the barrage struck and exploded. The thin film of light was extremely tough, and it seemed that nothing could break it.
Shimmering glass shield!
The small tactical magic that was once applied to the huge body of the metal dragon was effortlessly released on the "Dragon General".
Although the elemental energy in this world is extremely inert and almost difficult to activate with mental power, Lin Mo, who has more advanced light fighting spirit than in another world, is able to possess enough light elemental energy to use this spell**.
Although there is no guarantee that all light weapons attacks will be completely blocked, it can consume some of the killing kinetic energy, and coupled with the "Dragon General's" own defense, it can ensure that it is foolproof.
"If you can't kill him, damn him! Who can tell me what's going on?"
"He is the devil!"
Before the opponent launched a counterattack, the morale of the mercenaries had already collapsed.
"'White Camel'! If this doesn't work, is there anything you can do? If we continue like this, we may suffer casualties!"
"One Eye" shouted at his deputy. He was a thin and tall white man. He had always been a very thoughtful warrior and was considered half of the team's brains.
Every mercenary is his precious resource. Mercenaries are not desperadoes. No matter which one is lost, it is a huge irreparable loss.
"One Eye" gritted his teeth as he changed the magazine. Even if the opponent was a raptor, he would have been beaten to a pulp by such fierce firepower.
What is the background of the other party? How come he has such terrible equipment? What is it? An energy shield?
Evil, so evil!
"White Camel" did not continue to fire. Instead, he glanced at "One-Eyed" himself expressionlessly and said numbly: "No, we are dead."
"What?!"
The magazine was quickly replaced, and "One Eye" clicked the bolt to load the gun. When he was about to raise the muzzle to aim at the target and fire again, he suddenly froze.
The guy is gone.
Suddenly, a scream erupted from their team, and along with the thick, acrid smoke, the air was suddenly filled with the sweet smell of human blood.
"Damn it, he rushed in!"
"One Eye"'s face turned pale. They kicked it onto a rock, and it was granite that made the bullet dance when it hit it.
"Spread out! Spread out! Don't let him get close!"
"Bring the RPG and bundle the cluster grenades."
Screams occurred one after another in the team, and death and fear spread like a plague.
The frightened "One Eye" suddenly saw the black figure pulling out a sharp thorn from the neck of a mercenary and twisting it conveniently.
He recognized the mercenary's name, Turk. Everyone called him "Brake", but he had lost the breath of life. As the three-sided thorn twisted, his neck seemed to have turned into plasticine.
After turning slightly, I could no longer support my head.
Such a terrifying scene caused many mercenaries who were fearless to let out shrill howls from the depths of their souls.
The killings of cold weapons bring fear to everyone's bones.
"No!~~~~~~~"
"One-Eye"'s eyes suddenly turned red.
He could be shot to the head, blown up to pieces by a grenade, or blown to pieces by a cannonball, but this cruel way of death was unacceptable to him no matter what.
"One Eye" moved over the muzzle of the gun, but the opponent disappeared like a ghost. One by one, the mercenaries fell into a pool of blood without the ability to fight back.
This was an extremely bloody massacre.
Boom! ~ There was a heavy muffled sound, as if something heavy hit hard in front of "One Eye".
He took a closer look and saw that he was a mercenary. It was as if he had been hit by a locomotive, and his bones were dented in one direction. Only then did he suddenly wake up. The gunshots around him disappeared at some point, except for the cold night wind.
When the air blows by, you can only hear your own heavy breathing, like blowing a bellows.
"'White Camel'! 'Frog'! 'Camera'..."
"One-Eye" Gusuke weakly shouted the code names of his men, as if summoning the souls of his men, but there was no response, no one answered, not even a scream.
The devil didn't know where he was hiding and would pounce out to take his life at any time. Although "One-Eye"'s gun had a full magazine of bullets, he had no chance of firing a single bullet.
Suddenly, "One Eye" felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His whole body was frozen and he could not move. He roared a few times in his throat, but could no longer make any sound. He stared intently at the gun that came out of his back and chest.
The roots grew thorny, and the luster of life in his eyes quickly dimmed.
Until he died, "One Eye" did not look back.
He knew that the figure in black tactical armor must be standing behind him.
Total destruction!
The three-edged thorn was pulled out without any hindrance, flicked and flicked, and the stained blood dropped drop by drop onto the dry land of Syria. The special killing weapon of modern military industry was comparable to the best magic weapon in ancient times.
"Well done!"
A figure in the distance held up a night vision telescope and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.
"'Black Fox No. 2' reported that 'Black Fox No. 1' and 'Hyena' were all wiped out! It was 'Dragon Knight' who did it."
"'Black Fox No. 1' received it, 'Black Fox No. 2' and 'Black Fox No. 4', please pay attention to safety. Now the 'Dragon Knight' cannot identify ourselves and the enemy. Don't let him find out."
"I am 'Black Fox No. 4', I think he has discovered us."
In the special encrypted wireless channel, the voice of "Black Fox No. 4" was full of helplessness.
"What?! 'Black Fox No. 4', don't act rashly!"
"Black Fox 1" suddenly became nervous. Their mission was to protect them secretly. The other party did not know their identity at all. If there was any conflict, they were watching a good show just now, but they could not be sure that they would be the unlucky ones in the next second.
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"No, he should know our identity! He waved at us." "Black Fox 4" continued to report.
"It's the 'Dragon General', I should have thought of it a long time ago." "Black Fox No. 1" suddenly realized that the individual tactical armor was equipped with various special equipment.
"Fox No. 4" is not surprising. (This site...,.
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