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

Chapter Sixty-Seven Might as Well Sell Scrap Iron [Subscribe!] 】！！

In this battle.

It wasn’t SC Johnson who lost the most, nor was it McMillan, who lost one leg.

It’s Nikolai!

The jeep sped away, and it took a while to shake off the enemy behind him.

Zakaev’s rebel army, although very powerful.

But they didn’t dare to really annoy Brother Xiong, and they could only hide under the eyes of big brother and do things.

I don’t know who was notified, or if Makarov felt there was no need to chase anymore.

In short, SC Johnson had just watched a Katyusha rocket come to a halt as it was about to launch.

This allowed them to evacuate safely.

Passing by and seeing the crashing and burning bird helicopter in the distance, Nikolai’s heart was broken.

And SC Johnson knew why Nikolai’s face had been so smelly.

A bird helicopter hey, so gone is simply bitter wine into the throat pain, Nikolai can only step on the accelerator to lose his temper.

What was he doing, he didn’t dare to give these three old hairs a temper tantrum.

People are more than ninety years old this year, they have survived from the Second World War, and the kind of people that the King of Yama did not dare to accept have long been tired and crooked, and they are still afraid of your little ass threat?

McMillan, on the other hand, would squeeze between Resenov and Dimitri.

Sixty-five years old, at this time well-behaved like a schoolboy and the old men were radiant, and an old face rarely showed a trace of blood.

At this age, he can still burn a handful and fight another battle with Mosin Nagant, who has accompanied him for decades.

If you think about it, you know that the old men can blow some of them this time.

More than half an hour later.

Near a small airport.

The rear hatch of the C130 opened and the plane was already slowly taxiing to accelerate.

Nikolai rushed into the rear cabin and immediately jumped out of the car to fly the plane.

He was really relieved that the old man had driven him for a while, and the landing gear of this baby plane was almost scrapped.

His only gain this time was a broken jeep.

But how valuable that thing can be, and it is not enough to add fuel a few times after selling it.

Inviting the old man out of the driver’s seat in a good voice, Nikolai looked at the smoking driver’s seat panel and clutched his scalp and wailed.

Dimitri on the co-pilot really didn’t look at his searching look.

He took out of his arms a flattened wine jug and stuffed it into Nikolai’s hand.

“Look at your outburst, hold it, it’s a loss to you, I brewed a good wine!” Don’t be fooled. ”

“Beep I’ll give you a hammer again.”

The plane finally took off, watching the Ferris wheel fade from sight at your feet.

Johnson let out a long breath, as if it had been a long time, and then he began to feel afraid.

McMillan bit down on a rag and sweated as he asked Chernoff to heal his wounds.

Chernoff smoked a cigarette and sprinkled a ninety-six-degree bottle of the water of life on McMillan’s leg.

The enemy will not lay such a heavy hand!

McMillan was dying of pain, but he couldn’t bear to show timidity in front of the veteran.

Chernov grabbed his ankle and clicked a few times, clapped his hands, and took a long sip of the cigarette in his mouth.

“Okay, this leg is a waste.”

“Later, take a crutch, or install a prosthesis in the crisp saw.”

“It’s not that I can’t look down on you, it’s that you look at this.”

“Look at your sixties and seventy-year-old people, there is no one who is a young man who is strong, how much battle is there, and he still loses a leg to go in?”

“None of you YingGuo are angry, it’s all garbage.”

Chernov was the most patriotic kind of fighter, looking down on anyone but Mao.

Especially Ying Guo!

In this regard, McMillan also did not dare to say a word.

It’s good to be able to hold up an old bone to save you, do you dare to complain?

A few hours later.

The transport plane landed, and the runway of the airport was crowded with people on both sides.

Nikolai played a trick, he directly drove the plane back to the 141 base so that he could save some money on mechanical repair…

When the plane was stable, the rear hatch slowly landed on the ground.

Price, Soap, and Gates stood at the front, arms around each other, smiling as they watched.

The three Rezenovs ignored Price and did not look at him squarely.

Just like his own home, he grabbed a small soldier’s egg and asked him to lead the way to find wine.

SC Johnson slowly stepped off the plane with a limping MacMillan.

“He’s not bad.”

McMillan was carried on a stretcher and threw down an evaluation of SC Johnson.

Before leaving, McMillan asked the medic to stop.

Groping for a while from his arms, he took out two heavy pieces of gold and slapped them into Johnson’s hands: “Don’t be greedy for money in the future, you will die.” ”

Johnson raised his eyebrows and slipped them into his pocket under the shocked eyes of Soap and Gates.

“What the hell am I doing, welcome to me!”

SC Johnson opened his hands and waited for the two to hug.

Soap and Gates gave SC Johnson a punch, grinning in pain.

Price looked at it with a strained face, which would be surrounded by many people, and he would not laugh.

“Captain!”

SC Johnson stood up straight in front of Price, and a thousand words turned into one sentence: “I’m back.” ”

Price nodded faintly and said the question SC Johnson wanted to know the most: “Imranzakhaev, confirm death.” ”

“You have done what I regret for more than twenty years… Thank you. ”

“All right, go and rest, come to my office on time tomorrow morning.”

With that, Price waved and turned to leave.

Gates and Soap glanced at each other: “Rest? ”

“He still deserves to rest?” Leave us two behind and go get people’s heads alone? ”

Soap sprinkles on the lips.

“Blowing it like the real thing, doesn’t this pour him twenty pounds of wine?”

Gates dismissive.

“Huh?”

Sc Johnson sighed, and the gesture was to give the two a cross.

The two deftly bowed their heads to avoid it, and waved at the others: “Stunned by what?” Hit him! ”

“Oh!!!”

Suddenly, a group of people rushed up to surround Sc Johnson, picked him up and threw him high into the sky.

“Wait a minute! My arm hurts! ”

“Whoever pinched my big crotch I rubbed, is not looking for a fight!”

“I remember you, your name is Xiao Qiang, isn’t it?” You wait for me in a few days not to kill you. ”

“Ah!!!”

Zakaev died, and before he could get to the ambulance, he lost too much blood and died of shock.

Makarov disposed of his body and took over the rebels.

Zakaev’s younger son, Victor Zakaev, is also on the pending list of 141.

SC Johnson, McMillan.

Once again, the two Double Snipers set a new record for the 141 Task Force.

The two men took down a rebel base and killed the leader of the other side.

The battle won’t appear on the front page of any news, and will always be known only to a few people.

They will not receive any commendations.

As SC Johnson said, he wouldn’t have any rewards other than two gold bricks worth two million.

Sheffield is the commander-in-chief of the Sea Special Forces.

Sc johnson was sent three medals and a 7-year-old photo medallion made of silver before departure, and SC Johnson wanted to melt it off to make a fork for dinner.

But when I saw the C7 logo engraved on it, I put it in a drawer and let it be covered in dust with the passage of time.

Many days later.

Night.

SC Johnson sat on a fire truck, smoking a cigarette and sprinkling water on the heads of trainees who were running behind him.

“Run fast! Resenov’s nineties are running faster than you guys! ”

“Whoever steps on the horse will give himself the name Xiao Qiang!” Litter! ”

“Don’t think I don’t know, a while ago you named Lao Tzu Ice Cube!”

“I won’t kill you!” Run fast! ”

Soap and Gates lay in their rocking chairs basking in the moonlight, listening to SC Johnson curse the street.

Laughed out loud.

This cargo, ah, can fight, a strong batch.

But acting is kindergarten level.

In the afternoon, they also played games with Xiao Qiang and them in full swing.

Playing the Iron Mask Instructor during training at night?

Looking at Xiao Qiang’s group of people holding back their laughter, they knew that they had not taken Sc Johnson’s scolding to heart at all.

Price was unlucky.

McMillan was crippled and completely retired from SAS due to injury.

Then he joined 141 with a shy old face, became a staff officer or something, and asked Price to pay him a high salary.

Price couldn’t refuse, and agreed with a straight face.

The three Ofehanov did not throw Price’s face, stayed for two days and went home, and before leaving, they also drank a lot of wine with Price.

Rezenov himself admired SC Johnson and left him a phone.

The old guy himself had something to ask SC Johnson to help with in private, and had said that he had contacted him for a while.

As for SC Johnson.

He was now completely seated as the vice captain of Task Force 141, under one man.

After some tempering, he completely let go of his heart knot, and now he has become the best comrade-in-arms that everyone in 141 wants to win over.

Wages have also gone up, plus live streaming revenue.

He rewarded himself with a pure black Rolls-Royce Cullinan, topped.

This caused Gates to borrow a car to go out all day long, and gave the keys to the arsenal to SC Johnson.

Another half a month passed.

Sc johnson and a few people were eating roast meat around the stove, and suddenly the alarm in the base was loud.

Price appeared in front of several people in full armor: “Prepare for battle, little Zakaev has moved.” ”

Johnson hurriedly swallowed the flesh in his mouth: “What does he want to do?” ”

Price took a deep breath and stared at several people: “World War.” ”

“Blue out of blue, he’s going to fire a ballistic warhead to avenge his father.”

“Ballistic… Dude, where’s the bounce point? ”

“Magnesium country.”