The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Although the second target responded, he only saw a shadow flying sideways in front of him. When he wanted to shoot, he heard something explode in his chest.

It was the bullet that reversed forward with great power and penetrated his heart in seconds. The beating heart was damaged in a large area, interrupting its mission.

He didn't give the other party a buffer, and didn't threaten the life of the other party's consciousness. One second, he could breathe fresh air, and the next second, death came.

Ye Jian, who turned sideways and shot two bullets at a high speed, landed first with her right hand holding the gun. The gunfire sounded until the gunfire disappeared. After landing on the ground and rolling two and a half times, she was already close to the back of the tree, panting slightly short of breath.

The gunshots were not too loud, like two drums beating lightly, without any scary power.

Even the smell of gunpowder was blown by the salty sea breeze, from strong to faint, and was blown away by the sea breeze to disappear in less than a minute.

Ye Jian, who heard the sound of falling to the ground, did not immediately stand up to check, but quietly leaned against the tree, counting to five before bowing and leaving.

The black shadow who had already fled for less than 50 meters ran too violently. He cursed softly without hearing the footsteps chasing behind him, and sat on the ground with his hands on his knees as if he had fallen apart.

Before he could relax a bit, a cold voice came from behind.

"stand up."

The speaker pressed a hard object against his temple at the same time, "Put down the thing in your hand, or I can guarantee that the thing in my hand will entertain you very rudely."

The voice came slowly with a low voice, and the words were clearly threatening but had an indescribable elegance, which made people feel even more creepy.

"God..." Hei Ying, who was so shocked that he almost peed his pants, heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the voice, and even his tensed shoulders were completely loosened.

This damn Chinese! Someday I will send you to God!

Western men who look down on Chinese from the bottom of their hearts can only scold in their hearts no matter how much they look down on at this time, it is stupid to get angry at people on their side at this time.

Although he knew that it would be stupid to get angry at his own people at this moment, he couldn't let go of his prejudices, and he said in a rough voice with a bad English accent, "Jack! Where did you come from?" !"

He tilted his head, and the terrifying gun barrel hit his forehead. The man who was already in a panic suddenly became angry, and raised his hand to slam the Chinese arm away.

"Damn! Are you going to keep pointing at my head? Get your guns off, Chinese!"

This is the anger of embarrassment at being seen by others.

But he didn't wave the Chinese's arm away, let alone let the Chinese take away his gun. Instead, he was pressed hard against his forehead...he even heard the sound of the trigger being lightly pulled.

"...You... Hey, buddy, what do you want to do? Don't joke about guns." Just now, he dared to flirt, but now he is timid, and his lips trembled when he spoke.

The Chinese man whose arm was photographed with some pain, that is, Xia Jinyuan who was in charge of the task, took back the gun in his hand and said in standard American English with a half-smile: "You seem to be very scared? Do you need to be afraid? You also have a gun in your hand. gun."

The man whose head was not blocked by the gun was even more angry. With resentment flashing across his eyes, he gritted his teeth and replied, "Of course I'm afraid! If it were you, I'm afraid they would have killed you long ago, just like this..."