Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

Chapter Sixty-Three The Ferris Wheel Is Spinning! 【Subscribe】!!

You haven’t fought with Rezenov, and you don’t know what madness is.

The ninety-two-year-old man gave Nikolai a tactic he didn’t dare to dream of.

He was flying a C130 transport aircraft, and the cabin had a big belly.

These days Nikolai has not gone out to run goods to make money.

He was also reluctant to pay that little parking fee, so he stuffed a bird helicopter into the belly of the machine and put it.

He was in too much of a hurry today to put the helicopter down.

Worst of all, he never put weapons on his planes.

So a bunch of old men found some battle-hardened Bobosha submachine guns and Mosin Nagant from their homes.

They even wore a cotton jacket with a thick neck collar.

Now this outfit, the whole dream back to World War II.

Then, Resenov’s tactics were.

Let another 87-year-old ace pilot, who has only driven the Red Star Iron Wing, drive the transport plane around the sky.

A few of them could also trot a few steps, allowing Nikolai to fly directly from the belly of the plane with the bird.

Landing on the ground, grabbing the car, killing all the way, saving people, running.

So simple 16 singles.

Nikolai listened to Rezenov’s thoughts, and his face turned green.

The C130 cabin is big enough, but it’s not as big as the An-225 to allow birds to fly in the cabin.

“So, fly high, you can turn up before you land.”

“What if it didn’t fly!?”

“Even if you fly high, you won’t even have to fall to the ground for twenty seconds!”

Resenov glanced disdainfully at Nikolai and handed over a bottle of vodka: “Take a sip, if you can’t do it, you will die.” ”

SC Johnson’s side.

After sending the signal, he carried McMillan around.

The transmitter could only send a report, there was no receiver, so they didn’t know if there would be rescue.

SC Johnson was carrying more than two hundred pounds of things, and soon after running, his physical strength was seriously reduced, and MacMillan panicked, but he didn’t want to shout anything like leave me alone.

Because that word didn’t make any sense, he could see that SC Johnson was a bit past, and he must have been stimulated.

Now let him leave his teammates and run away alone, this kid will not be able to withstand the psychological pressure collapse.

At the same time, the enemy’s side was also the same as the army leaders expected.

As soon as the transmitter was turned on, the signal was instantly intercepted by photoelectric instruments in other places.

Makarov was too busy dealing with raw materials to take care of SC Johnson, so he sent some troop carrier helicopters to deal with them.

And in his heart, Makarov was very happy about it.

His dissatisfaction with Zakaev arose a long time ago.

He felt that Zakaev was a very vulnerable man, and that his son was his only weakness If the Makyung captured his son as a threat, Zakaev would probably relent.

So he was always looking for an opportunity to remove Zakaev from power and take control of the rebel force himself.

Now, SC Johnson, the little ant, has helped him complete this plan.

Then, we just need to wait for the magnesium guys to kill Zakaev’s younger son as soon as possible.

As for Shelffield.

Makarov prepared a great gift to repay him.

SC Johnson couldn’t move and dragged McMillan to run.

He found a wooden plank and removed it from the cloth strip on his gill suit to use as a tow rope.

Anyway, now the disguise is useless, and the auspicious clothes are not a burden.

Bang!

McMillan was dragged away, and sitting on the ground, he could still half-hold Barrett to give the pursuing soldiers a hard blow.

His marksmanship was also surprisingly good, and he blew up the fuel tank of a troop carrier helicopter from a distance of more than four hundred meters.

Watch as brilliant expensive fireworks explode in the air in the distance.

SC Johnson turned back to MacMillan and scolded, “What are you doing with that thing, I brought three boxes of explosive bullets with me.” ”

“There’s only one box left, can you save some?!”

“The remaining two boxes of regular bullets are not addictive, do you pay me!”

Being scolded by SC Johnson’s little ass boy pointing at his nose, MacMillan will really lose his temper.

He didn’t even know how John had taught his men.

Old man, I am sixty-five years old, which forces me to have no respect for the old and love the young.

Soon.

The two men who had been forced to hurry and whose anger was almost exploded finally ran to the playground.

The surrounding area is desolate, and the once lively playground is now as silent as death.

Abandoned vehicles were scattered around, and facilities such as carousels were rusty.

In fact, this is useless, it is completely psychological.

Because the playground is such a big place, the left and right are all radiation areas.

As soon as the two men fired their guns, the enemy could touch them when they heard the sound.

Hiding McMillan, SC Johnson snatched Barrett up and gave him the M21.

“Hide well, if you can hold on, don’t shoot.”

“I’ll go out and walk around them and see if I can get a little attention.”

McMillan handed the pistol to SC Johnson: “For seven bullets, you’d better have two left.” ”

SC Johnson didn’t say anything, took the gun out of the magazine and removed two bullets in their mouths, both of them knew very well.

They killed the rebel leaders who were more dear than their fathers.

Now the only reason they don’t have to wash the floor with shells is that they want to capture two people alive.

If it falls into the hands of those people, it is better to give yourself a shot.

The two looked at each other, and Johnson was trying to turn his head to leave, and he pounded on his chest for a while.

He took out the two gold bricks and threw them at The Foot of MacMillan: “Do you know what I am most reluctant to do?” ”

“I’ve been fighting for half a year and joined 141 for as long.”

“These two pieces of gold were my only trophies apart from my salary.”

“That’s it! I didn’t even have the luck to take it home!! ”

“Stepping on a horse, pouring blood mold to run this as a mercenary.”

Cursing and grinning, scoff threw down the gold, and SC Johnson carried Barrett head-on in the direction where the enemy had gathered.

Before leaving, he also ran to the control room of the Ferris wheel and curiously tried the control box, which had long been rusted to death, and was dragged down with a light pull on the box lock.

Peel off the plastic skin and hit a few sparks on the top of the line.

McMillan looked at Sc johnson and wanted to laugh, almost dead and had the heart to play this thing, so he pulled his throat and laughed and scolded: “Are you stupid!” ”

“This place has lost power earlier!” Only when you can turn it up is a ghost! ”

However, the voice just dropped.

The huge Ferris wheel roared.

The long-rusted shaft creaked a few times.

Then, this thing actually turned up like a ghost!

Although the rusty shaft friction makes a harsh and unpleasant sound, I have to say that the Ferris wheel wrapped around it is wrapped in a circle of colored lights, and it is really after turning up… Pretty good-looking…