The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

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The sound of gun bolts being loaded echoed from the ceiling of the hall. Gunfire continued from the mouth of the mine downstairs, and tensions were rising inside the building. Warlord Tolan grabbed an AKS-74U and aimed at the plain-looking white man in a suit opposite him. The strange thing is that behind Tolan is a small row of coalition soldiers, but next to the man in the suit are soldiers from Shanhuan Company.

"Fxck you! Damn Daniel! I knew you guys were in the same group!"

"Calm down Tolan, don't panic at this time."

Daniel, a man in a suit, looked at the ferocious-looking black warlord and spread his hands toward him to show his sincerity: "Look, most of your men are dead now. If I leave with the soldiers from the mountain ring, those who haven't shown up yet will The enemy can tear you alive, can't he?"

"Fxck you!!"

"You have to understand that you can't even hire us with the money you paid. There is a reason why we are willing to come." Ignoring the other party's incompetent rage, Daniel continued: "Calm down, this situation is a joint effort of many people. As a result, at least our interests are aligned now, and I need you to continue to control that girl's life. To be honest, I think it would be too troublesome to just change the kidnapper. Why don't we continue to cooperate, which is good for everyone."

As if in response to the man's words, the gunfire downstairs became fierce again.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Tolan spat furiously: "You think you can take advantage of me? Do you think I will do what you say? Go to hell! My business is ruined! Who is that son of a bitch? Stop playing tricks! Tell me!"

Daniel looked away from the black warlord's face and plucked his ears with disgust. Seven or eight guns were pointed at him from the opposite side, but he didn't look panicked at all. He just took out a tissue and wiped his face in front of everyone, then put his hands in his pockets, his eyes turned cold, and he raised his chin slightly. .

"That's why I don't like niggas."

The man's tone changed completely at this time: "You don't understand the art of language, and you often let down the good intentions of others. You can continue to shout like this, it doesn't matter. But as long as I feel that the trouble caused by appeasing you is more than the trouble caused by another kidnapper. If you want to be bigger, then I will kill you. I have already given you enough patience. If you are still not convinced, you can give it a try."

There was a brief silence in the hall.

"...Then what can you do?"

After a long while, the black warlord stared and lowered his gun: "The four bridges in the northeast have all collapsed. It will take half an hour for reinforcements to leave. They have to find a way to cross the river on the way. They won't be able to come within an hour. What can you do?" ?”

"Ah!"

Daniel opened his suit jacket and showed the satellite phone hanging on the inside: "I had already called for reinforcements before coming. Dear Mr. Tolan, you have to be lucky that you made the right choice, otherwise... .The target of these reinforcements will be you."

"what?"

Tolan's broad, flat nose twitched, apparently unresponsive.

"Are you surprised? You didn't think that my people would step over from your crude outer cordon, did you?"

"...who are you?"

Watching the white man take off his suit jacket, revealing his tie and white shirt with a waistband like an elegant businessman, and pick up his Winchester M70 rifle again from the sofa, Tolan finally couldn't help it anymore.

"It's better you don't ask."

Picking up a long rifle bullet and loading it into the chamber, Daniel turned around and smiled, completely losing his serious look: "You can relax now, or go see that girl, whatever you want. As for My baby and I have some prey to deal with.”

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When the three Watsons stepped into area A6, a chaotic battle unfolded in front of them.

Miners in ragged clothes mixed with coalition soldiers in military uniforms. Bodies were everywhere on the ground. Rain fell quietly in the night sky, causing blood to accumulate in many low-lying pits. But on the whole, the miners were completely in a state of retreat, especially after Shanhuan Company's infantry fighting vehicles and armored vehicles entered the battle. The miners on the edge of the battlefield almost turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"Are you sure you can?"

"I'm OK."

"Well, be careful."

Luper patted Watson on the back shoulder, and he and Beltway walked to the two-story building next to them. Both of them carried RPG launchers on their backs. Watson will single-handedly enter the frontal battlefield, attracting the enemy's light and heavy firepower, and then the duo upstairs will find opportunities to destroy the heavy vehicles. The warlord obviously has no sense of architectural beauty or safety. Many houses in the mine are mixed together like building blocks, and the upper floors are connected by wooden boards. Once a large-scale fire breaks out, it is basically impossible to clean up.

Jump off the low brick platform.

Seeing that no one was nearby, Watson knelt down and began to organize his equipment.

Although there is no need to worry about conventional rifle bullets, the pendants on the body surface may still be damaged. For example, the RPK machine gun body, magazine, magazine, etc. are not bulletproof. Now that the RPG launcher on his back was thrown to Luper, Watson moved the light machine gun and magazine strap to his side and back, ensuring that there was enough space in front of his chest, and then continued to pick up the PKM and walk out. .

After walking forward for more than ten meters, I ran into several black miners trying to escape. One of them was carrying a child with blood on his face. After discovering Watson, the other two miners immediately raised their M16 rifles.

Watson glanced at it and ignored it.

The muzzles of the two M16 guns were shaking violently, revealing the extremely nervous mood of the gun owners. He simply lowered the muzzle of the PKM machine gun to show that he was not hostile. The two sides just passed each other and no one opened fire. At the end of the muddy path, Watson looked back and saw that the miners had disappeared with their children.

"Both the BTR and the BMP were hiding on the first floor of the brick building at 11 o'clock. They hid their bodies behind the earth wall."

"Roger, we're in position."

The ghost was still reporting the position to Luper and Beltway in the headset. Watson had already approached the center of the battlefield and knocked down the coalition soldiers in front of him with two shots. Several beams of bullets immediately rushed towards him from the front, but none of them could penetrate the three layers of thickened armor. With the vertical grip firmly squeezed in his palm, Watson quickly fired a few short bursts, successfully drawing more firepower to himself.

The goal was achieved, and he immediately threw himself into the sandbag bunker next to him.

Two Deshka heavy machine guns have already taken aim.

Even in 2020, when a bulletproof insert plate with higher specifications is faced with a bullet with a length of 108mm and a caliber of 12.7mm, the most it can do is cry out in despair, "I will exchange the limit with you." If he didn't have to, Watson would not waste the life of his armor on these heavy machine guns. He took out three smoke bombs, pulled off the tabs and threw them out with all his strength.

Count on the spot for fifteen seconds and continue taking action.

As the smoke spread rapidly, the situation on the battlefield changed subtly. Many coalition soldiers on the periphery began to cease fire for fear of hitting their teammates. This gave the miners who had no time to slip away an opportunity to leave the bunker and run out. However, the two sides had been fighting here before. How could they not hit the enemy while running? Some people who are overly nervous may even suffer friendly fire accidents.

Suddenly, the smoke was filled with gunshots.

Watson was no longer pacing slowly this time. He took advantage of the cover and rushed straight to the heavy machine gun position closest to him. It was an armed Toyota pickup truck, and there were several coalition soldiers who believed in shooting beside the vehicle. With the help of thermal vision, Watson fired the remaining thirty rounds of bullets in the magazine at once, and when the lone heavy machine gunner bent down to pick up his gun, Watson took him into his arms.

The sucking ability is activated.

Seven or eight seconds later, Watson jumped on the pickup truck and counted the remaining ammunition, then controlled the Deshka machine gun and pointed it in the direction of the brick building. Two index fingers pressed the trigger, and the huge heavy machine gun roared and sprayed out gunfire. After just a few shots, he immediately completely controlled the powerful recoil of the Deshka heavy machine gun.

The armed pickup truck on the left suffered damage first, and even the tripod carrying weapons was broken in half; followed by other armed pickup trucks and heavy weapons positions. Watson quickly targeted these mechanical heat sources and the gathering places of human bodies, and after taking aim, it was a direct hit. But he couldn't shoot for too long. The ground in front of him suddenly exploded, overturning Watson, his car and others.

The loud noise lasted only a moment.

The eardrums were immediately torn apart by the sound waves, and with a sharp buzzing sound, the entire field of vision began to spin. Watson lay on his side in the muddy water, his head stunned by the shock. It took him a while to realize what had happened. He grabbed half of the handle of the heavy machine gun with his left hand and tried to support his body, but his unrecovered balance immediately caused him to fall to the other side.

The thick smoke has not dissipated.

A bright red light shot straight towards the brick building from the left.

In the thermal vision, two coalition soldiers with guns were approaching him. Watson concentrated his attention, restrained his body movements, and deliberately allowed the other party to come to him. Immediately afterwards, the tentacles rushed out from the gaps in the armor like lightning, and the two coalition soldiers were torn to the ground and melted without even making a sound.

Like a new baby, Watson felt his body quickly return to normal.

He quickly checked the equipment and found that two flash shock grenades were disabled on his shoulders, and the 3-round magazines of three RPK light machine guns were damaged by shell fragments. Fortunately, the shell did not hit him directly. Except for the outer armor on the front, the equipment hidden behind him was basically fine. After replacing a new magazine for the PKM machine gun, Watson continued to start the attracting fire plan.

The three-story brick building in front was full of coalition soldiers. They were frightened by the precise attack in the smoke, and they all retreated into the bunker at this moment. Watson slowly approached the edge of the smoke and finally found an attack angle. After firing steadily, another human body fell down in the thermal field of vision. Warm blood sprayed out and mixed into the muddy water, showing bright traces.

Pound pound! pound!

Then he was hit by several bullets, and the force of the impact was unprecedented. Watson threw himself forward into the mud pit, and the position where he was standing was immediately plowed by a dense amount of bullets. He felt pain coming from his body. When he lowered his head, he saw that the outermost steel plate on his left chest had been punched with three large holes. Fortunately, there were two layers of bulletproof inserts inside, which had not been completely penetrated. However, the subcostal and abdominal areas were not so lucky. Several bullets were inserted into them. The right arm and left leg were shot several times and were directly punctured with bleeding holes.

Tentacles squirmed near the wound, and several deformed heavy machine gun bullets were squeezed out.

Puff puff puff puff! Poof!

The remains of the sandbags overhead were disintegrated again, and the enemy had begun to suppress fire on this side. But an RPG appeared in the thermal field of vision, dragging its tail flames towards the brick building. After the explosion, the sound of shooting became sparser. Immediately afterwards, the second RPG also flew out - it came from a two-story building on the edge of the battlefield, which should be the location of Luper and Beltway.

However, Watson understood that after the position was exposed, the two men would immediately have to move on.

This time there was a brief lull in the enemy's firepower. Watson jumped up from the mud pit and rushed to the pickup truck that was overturned by the explosion. With both hands, he directly lifted the Deshka heavy machine gun from the tripod. Teared off. In just a few seconds, his eyes had quickly scanned the battlefield situation ahead. The BMP infantry fighting vehicle was destroyed by the RPG, leaving only one BTR armored vehicle covered by the soldiers of Shanhuan Company, huddled behind the wall with a turret exposed for mobile output.

The tentacle protruded from the wrist and grasped one side of the trigger.

The long barrel of the gun swayed like the knuckles of death pointing at the coalition soldiers who were firing desperately not far away. There was nothing left in Watson's mind at this moment, only the purest killing. The metal storm spurted out, and a person who had no time to throw him down was hit by a bullet, and his arm was broken into two pieces.

The firefight only lasted less than half a minute. As the number of corpses increased rapidly, the remaining coalition soldiers turned and fled toward the brick building. They were frightened by this unbeatable monster. However, the people from Shanhuan Company did not give up the attack. The BTR armored vehicle turret began to rotate. The KPV heavy machine gun moved its target away from the enemy in the distance and aimed at the heavily armed soldier who was suspected to be wearing an EOD suit.

"Is the thermal imaging broken? What's going on? There's something weird about this man. Is he wearing heat-shielding equipment?"

The commander frowned. He could not find the hot yellow color belonging to human temperature in his field of vision. He could only see the hot orange barrel. Ignoring the officer's question, the shooter put his finger on the trigger and silently replied:

"Target locked, sir."

"Fire."

......

The needle-like spider sense only faded away for a few seconds, and immediately became extremely strong.

Watson only had time to move his body when his helmet received a heavy blow with a 'pop', followed by a sharp pain from being shot through his lower abdomen and chest. He threw down the Deshka heavy machine gun and started running wildly, approaching the BTR in a diagonal line. Under the death knell armor, the body has been exposed in its original tentacle form, using every ounce of strength. Just like a top-notch sports car accelerating on the spot, it approaches the target in just two or three seconds.

The armored car obviously didn't expect this.

The shooter yelled that the lock was lost, and the wheels were spinning in place and dragging up large amounts of mud and water. It was obvious that the driver was trying to reverse. However, Watson was already leaping high in the sky at this time, with the PKM machine gun in his hand, pouring firepower unreservedly at the accompanying infantry below. Almost all 150 rounds of bullets were fired. When the body landed, the armored vehicle had just driven out more than ten meters.

Several more bullets hit Watson.

The shooter tried his best, but to no avail.

While shooting, Watson rushed to the side of the BTR and killed the last standing Mountain Ring Company soldier. He immediately grabbed the lower armor plate with both hands. Like a weightlifter, he bent his body slightly and pushed upwards. This armored vehicle weighing more than 10 tons was lifted off one tire. The tentacles all over the body surged wildly, and the tentacles in many parts had pierced the clothes and nylon strips, and were faintly exposed between the gaps in Deathstroke's armor.

"Roar!!!!!!"

A small piece of Deathstroke's helmet was broken open by a bullet, revealing half of Watson's blood-red eye. With a roar, the BTR was completely overturned by him. Watson tore off the hatch of the armored vehicle, directly stretched his left hand in, and transformed dozens of tentacles to devour all living creatures in the vehicle.

The battlefield fell into complete silence at this moment.

The horrifying roar pierced the eardrums of everyone in the room, as if their hearts were being grasped by an invisible force, almost suffocating them. Almost all the lights on the surface of the building were destroyed by the war. It was the darkest hour before dawn outside, and no one could see what was happening. Warlord Tolan gasped silently. Beside him, several coalition soldiers shook their bodies and closed their eyes tightly.

After a pause, Watson took out the PKM machine gun again. The more than 100 rounds of continuous firing had already caused fine white smoke to start to emit from the barrel. He unloaded the magazine, pulled off a small piece of unused ammunition chain, and began to reload.

bang bang bang! ! !

The gun flashed and several bullets hit him.

Watson raised his head and saw a child standing on the stone path seven or eight meters ahead. He was about 11 or 12 years old, and his figure was obviously stunted. An AK automatic rifle looked out of place in his hand. But those eyes revealed anger, fear, madness and a hint of weakness. When Watson read these emotions, he felt an inexplicable anger welling up in his heart.

He took off the magazine from his right hip and continued loading.

The kid fired a few more shots, and the thin tendons in his hand holding the handguard bulged, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. He then pressed the trigger as hard as he could, and bullets hit Watson's body one after another, but they were all blocked by the damaged armor and blackened body. Watson stared at him silently, his eyes getting colder and colder.

Kara!

The PKM bolt makes a cocking sound.

The rain began to intensify at some point, and water droplets fell on the child's dazed face - he was still holding on to the weapon, but the empty magazine did not bring any comfort at the moment. The huge figure slowly walked in, and in the dark night, the scarlet eyes almost burned, destroying every ounce of his courage.

"Roar!!!!!!"

Watson roared again.

The child was so frightened that he dropped his weapon and stumbled back to the brick building. Lightning suddenly appeared in the dark night sky, illuminating the automatic rifle on the ground. Watson's whole body seemed to be down, and he stayed in place for a while, then he raised the PKM machine gun again and slowly advanced towards the brick building. After walking a few steps, he finally remembered something and stopped again to press the headset:

"Ruper, I'm ready to go in."

No one responded.