Battlefield Contract Worker

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In the valley full of yellow mud, Sergei struggled to climb to the shore, and he was covered in mud and water. Not only does it look like a lump of mud, but even he himself feels like a lump of mud, because he has no energy in his body.

"Damn it, it's like drinking a full case of vodka and waking up on a broken bed in the sobering center. Except for a headache, I'm weak." Sergey smiled bitterly. The shock wave of the explosion pushed him down the valley, but the muddy water saved his life. But Sergey knew his life was hanging.

He tried his best to roll in the mud, covering his body with yellow mud, and then quietly lay down on the edge of the river valley to rest as much as possible to recover his strength. He didn't move, he looked like a mass of mud, and it blended into the entire valley of yellow mud and water. One of the soldiers of the secret society looked down several times, but did not find him.

Sergey knew that as long as he found himself, he was doomed. Fortunately for him though, the soldier turned around and went elsewhere. Sergey struggled to get up, ran a few steps, and plunged into the nearby jungle. He touched it, and his whole body was still intact, but his head was dizzy.

You must inform others that you are still alive. He reached out and touched his ear, only to find that the communication headset was no longer there. Sergey cursed to himself and took out the GPS locator from his pocket. This thing is also full of mud. He pulled out a handful of grass nearby and rubbed it randomly until he could see the screen.

Fortunately, this thing is military equipment, with a real three-proof design, it can still be used after being soaked in muddy water. Sergey sighed, it was the only lucky thing he had ever encountered. But looking at the time, it was already past the appointed time. It seemed that he had to go straight to the second assembly point.

Sergey was dazed and staggered a bit. When he was shaken down the river valley earlier, his ankle may have been injured, and the pain was burning when he walked. But the pain made him feel a little more awake. He liked the feeling, not in pain, but awake. There is nothing worse than escaping one's life and fainting in this jungle.

Sergey stood up panting, picking up a branch on the ground and leaning on it. Take a few steps and rest against a tree. "It can't go on like this, it's getting dark." Sergey took out a small jug from his body with difficulty and took a sip. The spirits traveled down his throat all the way to his stomach, making him feel a little hot all over.

Sergey didn't know the expression on his face now, but he thought, it must be very embarrassing. He had been hiding the wine in this small jug for almost two months, and finally he couldn't help drinking it. I drank it, it was better than no drink at all. Sergey smiled wryly, then put away the jug and continued on his way.

He imagined himself as an old-fashioned little Russian tank that would fearlessly traverse mountains as long as it had oil. The sound of the broken diesel engine was like auditory hallucinations and tinnitus in his ears. That little bottle of vodka was his fuel. Staggering, even with black smoke, I have to move forward, and then move forward.

It wasn't until he couldn't walk, "Pfft!" that he spat out a mouthful of blood that he must have been seriously injured.

Sergey suddenly stopped moving, he squatted on the ground. Not because of the injury, but because there seems to be a sound coming from ahead. There were at least two people, whispering to each other. Sergey felt that all his blood condensed to his head at this moment.

"Damn it! It's here, it's this time." Sergey was almost desperate. Even if these two people are a little further away from him, even if his body recovers a little more, this is not a big problem. But now ... Sergey has nothing but despair.

He reached out to touch the gun. The Type 97 assault rifle had long since disappeared, and the **** pistol strapped to his leg had long since disappeared. Tactical knife? Maybe still in the muddy water at the bottom of the valley. Sergey never imagined that he would so desire to own a weapon.

Eventually he reached for his belt, the only thing he could rely on. In addition to this, the weapon he has is his hands. Unless he can use these hands to strangle two heavily armed Secret Society soldiers.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Sergey could even smell the tobacco they were smoking. He took a deep breath and prayed to himself for good luck: God, you didn't let me die even when you fell down the river valley, you can't just let me live an extra hour, right?

The two approached, and Sergey rushed out suddenly, the belt in his hand slammed into one of the eyes. He had been gaining momentum for a long time, and he thought that this time was also very hard, but he really didn't have much energy. The belt was slapped in the face like a loud slap in the face.

The armed members of the secret society who were selected were obviously stunned. But instead of squatting down with his eyes closed as Sergey expected, he turned his head to look at Sergey. Because of Sergey's lack of strength, his movements were also deformed. The belt that was originally aimed at his eyes caught his chin. It's like being slapped in the face, and it's not too hard.

Sergey's heart just wanted to slap himself and slap himself to the ground. Such a good opportunity, he actually wasted.

However, although his body is already dead, his reaction speed is still a beat. He pulled out the soldier's pistol and shot the second person behind him suddenly. But it is undeniable that his speed has slowed down too much after the injury.

When he shot the soldier behind him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the soldier who took the gun from him had already reacted. Because of the two people sticking together, the Secret Society soldier could not turn the gun in his hand. Only one punch could hit Sergey in the rib. Sergey himself staggered and staggered, and he was hit backwards, and the pistol that had just fired a bullet was thrown away. Secret Society soldiers pulled out of neutral. Immediately raised the ak47 in his hand.

Sergey's eyes turned red. This was a real life-and-death situation. He lay half-disregarded and waved his hand suddenly. The belt in his hand was wrapped around the soldier's ankle. Sergey pulled abruptly, and almost at the same time the soldier opened fire, but his body had fallen on his back, and the bullets had all shot into the sky.

Sergei howled like a wild beast and rushed forward, kicked his gun, wrapped the soldier with a belt, and strangled his neck. He doesn't have much power to fight anymore. He could only endure the soldier's kicks while hanging his belt from a tree branch. He used his own body weight to hang the soldier on the branch of the tree.

Sergey gasped and let out a deep roar. He was like a beast, solving his own survival problems in the most brutal way.