Battlefield Contractor

Lin Rui hardly hesitated, grabbing the black man's wrist, and pulling and folding it, the black man's wrist suddenly dislocated. Before the black man had time to cry out, Lin Rui reached out and pressed his head against the glass counter. This downward movement made a heavy fall, and the black man's head hit the glass counter. The shattered glass shards almost scratched the black man's face.

"Go!" Lin Rui turned his head and shouted at Krosov.

Almost at the same time, several blacks rushed out behind this small shop, raised their guns at Lin Rui and the others, and shot them.

Lin Rui pushed the blood-stained black man on them and smashed the black people into a stagger. The bullets hit the iron roof, and shot out rows of bullet holes on the weak iron roof. . Lin Rui and Krosov rushed out quickly.

On both sides, more blacks rushed up with weapons. It's just that these black people didn't rush out a few steps before being knocked down by a row of bullets behind them. Crazy Horse shouted with an AK47 in his hand, "Go here!"

Lin Rui and Krosov ran over quickly. Sandro also opened fire on the other side, attracting other black militants.

"What the **** is going on?" Krosov said loudly.

"Your intelligence team is over, and so is this backup contact point. We have fallen into a trap!" Lin Rui took the weapon that Crazy Horse handed him, and roared, "We have to leave this ghost place. Where's Cezanne? Where is this guy?"

Cézanne drove his broken car and rushed in like a dash, an acceleration and a sudden brake, hitting the steering wheel. The car spun around suddenly, knocking a black militant out several meters. "Here, get in the car!"

The sound of gunfire plunged the market into chaos, and there were people fleeing everywhere. Lin Rui shot into the air to disperse the crowd in front of him, and quickly jumped onto the truck, "All come up, go!"

Krosov also grabbed a semi-automatic rifle, ran and sprinted to the car while shooting, and then planned to jump into the car.

"Be careful!" Sandro shouted in the distance.

"Oh?" Krosov raised his head and happened to see a black militant rushing to his side. Because the distance was too close, both sides had no time to turn the muzzle. The black raised his rifle **** and slammed at him. Waved, the black gun body in his hand gleamed in the sun.

Krosov flashed, and the strenuous blow fell on his right shoulder. The head was saved, but the nerve at the collarbone was hit. His arms suddenly dropped, as if paralyzed.

The black man wielded his gun in the air, Krosov twisted his back against the truck, avoiding as much as possible, and the **** of the gun flew over a few millimeters from his left temple.

The opponent's sudden attack hit the sky, giving Krosov time to adjust his center of gravity and stand up. He threw on the black man, his unused arm swaying. He wanted to push the crazy black man away and shot his weapon away. The black militant who was almost in a state of madness roared and jumped aside, picked up a tire removal stick, and vigorously waved the short metal stick in his hand. A stick came down, hit Krosov's forehead, made a cut, and blood flowed down his throat.

The black man leaped at him again, strangling his neck. His eyes were bloodshot and his throat made an inhuman sound. Krosov's skill was actually far above the black man, but he was attacked suddenly, hurting his shoulder as soon as he came up, and fell into the wind. His dizzy brain suddenly realized that the other party wanted to kill him. At this moment, his only hope is to fight, avoid his attack or escape.

Krosov stretched out his good hand and gave the black man a sharp push. He felt that his back was also rushing forward under the push of this force, as if someone had pushed him, he tripped and fell to the ground. He landed on the ground from the right, the injured hand couldn't support it, and he fell heavily. The terrifying sound of air from his lungs echoed in the air, and countless black circles with blue edges appeared before his eyes. He heard the gunshots, and Lin Rui and the others were calling for him to run.

At this time, the black man stood by his side, snarled frantically and angrily, and held the metal tire removal stick in both hands high above his head. It was too late, Krosov could not reach out his left hand to make it deviate, only waiting for his forearm to shatter in this fierce attack, and then his body would shatter like an eggshell. .

However, what he saw was the metal rod that hit him with lethal accuracy, which deviated from the direction in the last second. For a moment, it fell straight towards him, but then it slid to the side, and he was not hurt.

The black man seemed to be at a loss, the weapon swinging in his hand. Half of the blade was exposed in his chest. Lin Rui threw a knife at a distance of six or seven meters, piercing his back.

But the black man was seriously injured but was not dead, so he rushed over and caught Krosov. It was impossible to grab the weapon with only one hand. Under the fierce competition between the two, the weapon was only a few centimeters in his hand. The black man flew up and kicked him out, Krosov bent his knee and fell.

The black man staggered back, holding the metal rod high in his hand. He howled and knocked the stick down. Krosov closed his eyes reflexively. But then, the stick turned to one side again. Because Sandro rushed forward and kicked the black man away.

The metal tire unloading rod rolled to the ground. Krossoff picked it up with his left hand, and slapped it randomly on the huddled black man.

The black man's body twitched convulsively, his arms were soft and collapsed, his legs lit on the ground like wood, and his shoulders twisted from time to time, looking like a puppet with a broken thread. He staggered forward, but there was an unpleasant gurgling in his throat. As his shoulders twitched, Krosov realized that he had died.

The wound on Krosov's forehead was deep, and the metal rod slashed upwards, leaving a terrible wound. Blood came out of the wound, and his jacket was dyed bright red and stained on his body. His stomach is also hurting in Haiti.

"Get up, we must... go." Lin Rui rushed over and shouted loudly.

Krosov slowly opened his eyes. From his wandering eyes, Lin Rui knew that he had been hit on the head, and now he couldn't see him clearly. "Come...get in the car," Sandro helped him climb into the car, "you'll be better in a while."

He said this, but he hated his lying, because Krosov's appearance was not very good. God knows if he can survive.

"Damn it, it's a shame to be attacked like this," Krosov murmured, and he sighed so lightly that Sandro thought he was asleep. When he found that Krosov was staring blankly at the sky, his eyes were already full of blankness.

(End of this chapter)