Battlefield Contractor

In the valley full of yellow mud, Sergey crawled to the shore with difficulty. He was covered with mud and water. Not only does it look like a mess of mud, but even he himself feels like a mess of mud, because he doesn't have any energy.

"Damn it, it's like drinking a box of vodka and then waking up on the broken bed in the decanter center. Except for a headache, it's all weakness." Sergey smiled bitterly. The shock wave of the explosion pushed him down the valley, but the muddy river saved his life. But Sergey knew his life was still hanging.

He tried to roll in the mud, covering his whole 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 was motionless, it looked like a mass of mud, and mixed with the whole river valley like yellow mud. A soldier from a secret agency looked down several times but did not find him.

Sergey knew that as long as he found out, he would be dead. But his luck was so good that the soldier went around a few times and went elsewhere. Sergey struggled to get up, ran a few steps, and plunged into the nearby dense forest. He touched it, his whole body was still intact, but his head was dizzy.

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

Fortunately, this thing is military equipment, the real three-proof design, soaked in muddy water, it can be used. Sergey sighed, this was the only lucky thing he encountered. But after looking at the time, it was already past the appointed time. It seems that he must rush to the second assembly point directly.

Sergey was dizzy and staggered. When he was shaken down the river valley earlier, his ankle may have been injured, and he was burning with pain when walking. But the pain made him feel a little awake. He likes this feeling, not pain, but sober. There is nothing worse than fainting in this dense forest after finally escaping.

Sergey stood up, panting, picked a branch on the ground and squatted. Take a few steps and rest against the tree. "It's not going to work like this, it's getting dark soon." Sergey took a sip from his body with difficulty. The strong wine passed down his throat all the way to his stomach, causing him to feel a little warm.

Sergey didn't know the expression on his face now, but he thought it must be embarrassing. He had hidden the wine in this small flask for almost two months, and finally couldn't help drinking it. I drink it, it's better than not drinking it. Sergey smiled bitterly, then put the flask away and continued on the road.

He imagined himself as an old-fashioned small Russian tank, as long as he had fuel, he would climb the mountains fearlessly. The sound of the broken diesel engine was like auditory tinnitus in his ears. That small bottle of vodka is his oil. Staggering, and going forward in the black smoke, forward again.

He didn't know that he must have been hurt badly until he couldn't walk anymore, "poof!"

Sergey stopped moving suddenly, he squatted on the ground. Not because of the injury, but because there seems to be a voice from the front. There are at least two people, they are talking quietly to each other. Sergey felt that all his blood had condensed to his head at this moment.

"Damn it! It happened here, it happened at 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 stretched out his hand to touch the gun. The Type 97 assault rifle had long been thrown and the pistol tied to his leg was also missing. Tactical knife? Maybe still in the muddy water at the bottom of the valley. Sergey never thought that he would be so eager to have a weapon.

Eventually he reached for his belt, which was 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 fully armed secret society soldiers alive.

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

The two approached, and Sergey rushed out, the belt in his hand drew sharply towards one person's eye. He has accumulated momentum for a long time, thinking that he is also very hard, but he does not have much strength. The belt twitched on his face like a loud slap in the face.

The Secret Service armed personnel who were drawn were obviously dumbfounded. But instead of squatting down with his eyes covered, he turned his head to look at Sergey instead of as Sergey expected. Because of Sergey's lack of strength, his movements were also deformed. The belt that was originally directed at his eyes was pulled on his chin. It's like being slapped in the face, and it's not too heavy.

Sergey almost wanted to slap himself in his heart and threw himself to the ground. He actually wasted such a good opportunity.

Although his body is no longer good, his reaction speed is still fast. He took out the soldier's pistol and killed the second man behind him suddenly. But it is undeniable that his speed was too slow after the injury.

When he shot and hit the soldier behind, the soldier he had captured had already reacted. Because the two people were close to each other, the secret society soldier could not switch the gun in his hand. With only one punch, it hit Sergei hard in the ribs. Sergey himself was staggered and his footing was unstable, he was beaten back at once, and the pistol that had just fired just one bullet was also thrown off. The secret society soldier pulled out of neutral. Immediately raised the ak47 in his hand.

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

Sergey screamed like a beast and rushed forward, kicked his gun away, wrapped his belt tightly around the soldier, and strangled his neck. He doesn't have much power to fight. He could only endure the soldier's kick while hanging his belt on a tree branch. He used his own weight to hang the soldier from a tree branch.

Sergey gasped and let out a deep roar, he was like a beast, using the most brutal way to solve his own survival problem.