I will beat whoever eats chicken

Chapter 99 Come!Yes!

"What did you say? Are you crazy?!" After thinking about this guy's plan, the thin man refused without waiting for him to say it. "No! You can't be a death squad! You must be in a safer position than me!"

"No one's position can be safer than a sniper. You are the main c. Whether I am an observer or a death squad, I am your assistant."

The fat man threw away the vss, and checked Thomson's loading and firing modes for the last time, "I'll lure him out, you have a chance to shoot."

The thin man was startled, they were old friends for many years, once he heard the tone of the fat man's words at this moment, he knew it was for real!

"That's right! I'm Lord C! I'm the commander, and I order you to protect me by my side! I don't believe that our luck will be worse than his! I don't believe that he can kill both of us at the same time!"

"call……"

The fat man laughed at himself and showed the Chicago typewriter in his hand, "It's also a .45 caliber bullet. I'm Thomson and he's Victor. You know that gun is more powerful when it's protruding from the face."

"So what! The short sword has only 25 rounds of ammunition with a quick expansion! It can be shot in a second, he kills me, you kill him! He kills you! I kill him too! We are sure to win, Sure win! I don't allow you to take risks! Your ideas are too sloppy!"

"So you can't be an observer, and you're not a qualified sniper... We won't really die. At worst, we will be No. 2. You will make it like a parting of life and death. die."

The fat man laughed, and his small eyes shot blatantly, "It's one thing not to die, but another thing to eat chicken. I must give it a go!"

The thin man was taken aback, and he nodded for a moment, "I was impulsive, you can fight like this if you really want to, at worst, you can be No.2."

"Hmph! I'm going to break the myth of being invincible with a short sword today!" Fatty rushed out from the end of the high wall on the left with his typewriter in his arms. Before he could step out with his last leg, short gunshots erupted outside!
It happened so suddenly!
Fat and thin people didn't expect Wu Tong to be on their faces all the time!It was really just separated by a wall. When the fat man turned around, the muzzle of the dagger was directly on his chest. There was no need to aim or press the gun at all!

"Damn! Don't change the bullets if you have the guts!"

The thin man followed closely behind his teammate. The moment his teammate fell, he didn't get scared and flinched. Instead, he took advantage of Wu Tong's chance of changing bullets or switching the main and secondary weapons to go out and kill him!

This is the reason why two-on-one face-to-face will definitely win, unless the marksmanship is extremely poor, unless one player is alone!
The thin man's eyes blurred, and he could vaguely see Wu Tong's rapidly leaving back, as well as the smoke that blocked his vision in an instant.

"Damn! When did he throw the cigarette?!"

The timing of this smoke bomb was very precise. Wu Tong seemed to have already figured out what would happen. Before the fat man rushed out, the pull ring smoke was thrown at his feet. The next move was to knock down the fat man, and then turn around and retreat. Smoke rose to block the sight of Fatty's teammates.

"Bastard! Mother Gan Lin!"

The thin man roared and poured bullets, and rushed out of the smoke in two or three steps, Wu Tong was gone!

He was startled, now that he had no bullets and no cover, Wu Tong might have opened the safety of the dagger, and would poke out the muzzle of the gun from the corner of the high wall at any time and sweep randomly.

Quickly retreating to the range of the smoke, the thin man grabbed the fat man's legs and dragged his teammate's dying body, trying to drag him to a safe place for treatment.

But how can a person who weighs a hundred catties, maybe less than a hundred catties, drag a mountain of meat that is far more than two hundred catties...

"Hey! Let me move~" The thin man bit his gums, vividly explaining what impotent rage is.

He gave up helping the fat man after a brief persistence, because he couldn't do it. Wu Tong was obviously playing a trick of surrounding the spot to fight for help, and he couldn't fall down on such a naive routine.

click~
A .45 bullet was shot into the fat man's thigh, bursting out a cloud of dazzling blood, while the thin man was stuck on the wall, watching his teammates being teased, and the red blood value dropped one by one.

Only then did the thin man deeply realize how weak the .45 bullet is, Ling Chi!
It's not just as simple as humiliation, Wu Tong seems to want to tell them, 'You use two grenades to kill my teammate and make her die inexplicably, and I will kill your teammate one by one, and let him die. Dead clearly! '

humiliation!angry!provocative!

The thin man trembled with anger, which is more important, dignity or life and death?Of course it's life and death, but life and death are fixed, and if you don't need to worry about dying, of course dignity is more worth defending!
"Wu! We killed your teammates, so what! The rules of the game are like this! Either you die or I live! Is it interesting for you to play like this!"

He shouted on the public frequency, but no one answered, and he was even more annoyed by the extreme contempt for the skinny man.

The fat man was quickly replaced in a rhythmic manner, and Wu Tong didn't say a word, making it difficult to figure out his current thoughts or emotions.

"This game is over. I know I'm not your opponent, but I want to compete with you in an upright manner. Before the electric circle shrinks to the minimum, give me a chance to fight against you!"

"Don't you like to hunt us as your prey? Are you still afraid that your prey will kill you? Don't you dare?"

blah blah blah...

A short dagger hit the empty space, and the bullet was wasted meaninglessly.

The thin man was dazed for a few seconds, and then he understood Wu Tong's intentions. He fired his rifle at the sky, emptied the bullets in the magazine, then replaced it with a new magazine, and emptied it again.

It was the same on the other side of the wall, Wu Tong hit it much faster than him, and soon heard the clicking sound of the colliding plane.

At this time, the thin man still had dozens of rifle ammunition, so he could break the contract, rush out with the rifle in his hand and shoot, maybe he could really kill Wu Tong.

But he didn't do this. Even though he knew that Wu Tong's bullet was empty, he kept his promise to empty the bullet of the rifle, and also made the sound of a collision.

The thin man took off all the equipment on his body, took out the bulletproof vest and helmet in his backpack, and took out all the things in his waist bag. He threw the grenade thrower on the ground and threw away the last bandage from the space in his waist bag.

In the end he was alone, with only a Mauser 98k in his arms.

bang bang...

Four consecutive shots were fired, leaving only one bullet in the 98k chamber.

Hearing this sound, Wu Tong also shot out a bullet. His sniper rifle was m24.

It seems very unfair, but in fact it is not. Their confrontation cannot be regarded as a confrontation, because the distance is too narrow, it can only be regarded as a duel of western gunmen in the last world, and they use sniper rifles instead of revolvers.

(End of this chapter)