The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

While going down the stairs, he looked at the Winchester M70 rifle in his hand. In Daniel's memory, the crosshairs of the scope were aligned with the bodies of two Wolf soldiers one after another, and Watson recognized them as Michela and Scout Victor. After being shot, the two climbed into the bunker with the help of their teammates.

Then the owner of the memory was shot coldly by the ghost.

Opening the door, the cold and moist air hit my face.

The ground was littered with corpses, stains, and vehicle wreckage, and there were no bright shapes in the thermal image except for flames. The smell of gunpowder smoke and blood mixed with the smell of earth entered his nose, making Watson feel refreshed. Only then did he remember that he had forgotten to ask Luper where Team A was. The girl's face just appeared in his mind, making it almost impossible for Watson to think about other things.

Will Group A remain in the memory fragment?

No, this situation must be transferred somehow...

After running forward for more than ten meters, he stood among the corpses on the ground, his eyes a little blank. Sporadic gunshots were heard in the distance, and the range was quite wide. The first batch of miners to escape may have encountered enemy reinforcements. After thinking for a moment, Watson forced himself to concentrate and ran back to find the BTR armored vehicle.

Bang!

The heavy car body was turned over, and mud and water splashed everywhere.

After absorbing the memories of an entire crew, his understanding of this vehicle also passively improved. After inserting the tentacles and groping around a few times, it was quickly confirmed that the two engines at the rear of the car were still working normally. I originally thought about going in and opening it myself, but the narrow hatches were really not suitable for Watson, who was wearing Deathstroke armor.

The BTR series armored vehicles, like most tanks, can only be accessed through hatches on the top or sides. Especially this old model from the 60s, it is easy to jump in but difficult to climb out. In addition, the weak side armor is basically unable to protect against large-caliber bullets. Therefore, Russian soldiers often prefer to sit on the roof of the vehicle, at least they can jump down immediately and take cover when attacked. However, there is one thing to say. The main purpose of this car is to transport troops from the rear. The armor is enough to protect against stray bullets and explosive fragments. Driving it to charge into battle is purely professional.

After waiting for half a minute, Luper came down with Beltway.

"Yes, we have received the 'package' and expect to arrive at the evacuation point within 2-3 hours."

The French wife was holding a satellite phone in one hand and a bloody cloth bag in the other, while Alanna Crowley was being carried by the fat man. I don’t know what kind of medicine Tolan gave this girl, but she still looks unconscious.

"Have you checked the car?"

"It can be driven, and there's still more than half of the fuel left."

Watson helped load the people into the car, then held on to the weapon and jumped up on the roof of the car: "I forgot that my radio was broken. Where are Bertha and the others?"

"They are on their way to evacuate. Bertha is fine. Don't worry. We will meet. Sit tight!"

The wolf mother roared in the cab, and the tremors in her body suddenly became stronger. The wheels skidded on the mud on the ground for a while, and finally started to move forward slowly. All the car lights in front were quickly turned off, leaving only the dark night sky and the sparse firelight not far away that was almost completely drenched.

Several corpses were lying in the middle of the road, gradually approaching the wheels, and then there was a bump. There was no movement around, completely falling into the short silence after the battle. The turret on the roof of the car quickly rotated, and the barrel of the KPV machine gun twisted toward Watson, revealing Beltway's fat face with squinting eyes in the gap.

Watson ignored him and looked forward.

He saw the child.

The slender body was lying on the grass, covered by the ruins of houses and vehicles. The face was buried deep in the soil, and there was no way to see any expression. The collapsed pile of wood was faintly glowing with sparks around him, and was mercilessly splashed by the rain, dimming little by little. BTR gradually began to accelerate, and the scene quickly passed by, getting further and further away.

Watson kept looking in the direction of the child and remained in a stalemate for a few seconds before giving up. He couldn't tell what he was feeling now, it was a bit like tiredness, but also a bit like calmness. The brain unconsciously begins to empty out, forcing those messy memories and thoughts just absorbed to stop moving.

Just standing there in a daze, the car suddenly stopped.

Team A and the sniper ghost ran out of the bushes on the roadside. Their eyes passed over Victor, who was being carried by the ghost and his four eyes. It wasn't until he saw Michela holding her stomach that Watson finally resumed his thinking. He untied the nylon rope and jumped out of the car, reaching out to support the other person's body: "How is your wound?"

"The bullet hit the edge of the bulletproof panel."

Michela reached out to hold the side hatch of the armored vehicle, and her voice sounded quite strong: "The position is not fatal, and I'm afraid you have to thank the umbrella. The first aid medicine they developed is very effective. Si Yan made a few copies before ... So I can still move now.”

"......All right."

Now was not the time to stop and chat. Watson helped the person get into the car, and climbed onto the roof with the ghost. Enemy reinforcements will move in from two adjacent directions, just on the original retreat route, so the wolf team can only re-plan a longer route. The BTR armored vehicle accelerated all the way and rushed into the dark rain forest with the help of night vision goggles.

Snapped!

A series of branches whipped over.

Watson shook his head and reached out to peel off the leaves stuck on the scope frame. The ghost was even worse, its head kept stretching and shrinking, as if playing a game of whack-a-mole. But the effect of this was not obvious. After being beaten by the branches for a while, the ghost couldn't help but said first: "Damn it, can you choose a higher route?"

He grabbed the M4 carbine in one hand and slapped the cabin of the car hard with the other hand. Apparently, the new driver, Ms. Yamada, ignored him. But after a few minutes, the BTR's route obviously became slightly more open.

"People on the roof, open the hatch!"

Just as he adjusted the backup communicator, Luper's voice came from the headset. Watson opened the top hatch and took a look, and saw the team leader, Mother Wolf, giving first aid to the 'package'. Alana Crowley suddenly started to vomit for some reason, became incontinent at the same time, and filled the cabin with a stench. As for Michela, who was lying next to her, her complexion was stable, and she even had the energy to treat Victor's wounds.

The male scout with a flat head was shot in the thigh. Fortunately, he was rescued in time. Now he is dazed with a bag of blood hanging from his head. But looking at this man's expression... he was very panicked. This may be Michaela's fault. Just check the wound when you check it. Why did you pull out the knife?

"what happened?"

The ghost also smelled the stink.

"The target is suddenly in severe discomfort, and Ruper is dealing with it." Beltway coughed a few times into the headset: "I guess it's a withdrawal reaction. Many warlords in Africa will use drugs to force people to surrender, but the quality of this homemade product is very poor. , that’s why it’s like this. Oh, damn it, the smell is so stinky, it reminds me of the cesspit I jumped into when I was still in the army..."

"You can shut up if you can't speak, fat man."

Crunch!

The BTR began to slow down and a small river appeared ahead.

"Come on! Give me a hand, pretty boy." The ghost jumped down from the roof of the car: "This car can cross the river, but you have to help me open the drain protection plate at the rear of the car first."

"How do you know so much?"

Watson also jumped out of the car: "Oh, I almost forgot, you are Russian."

"No!"

The big Slavic man suddenly raised a finger and said in a very solemn manner: "I come from the great motherland and will always be."

......

The light of dawn lit up the horizon.

There are a lot of branches and leaves above the head, but they are full of gaps. This makes the sunlight penetrate through like countless sharp swords, making it very uncomfortable to shine on the eyes. After running wildly all the way, the wolf team has found the place where the two pickup trucks were buried when they set off. Those who could move in the car couldn't wait to jump out and breathe in the fresh air.

"Hey! Fxck! Take me out!"

Victor lay on his lap and couldn't help but make a sound.

"You lie down first and wait until we start the pickup truck."

The ghost smiled evilly, ignored the other party's request, and jumped into the puddle to help dismantle the camouflage net. Most of the baggage was left in the camp on the edge of the mine by the wolf team. Now they only need to get people into the car to continue on their way. It's still half an hour's drive from the evacuation point. If everything goes well, they will soon be able to lie down comfortably in the helicopter cabin.

'Wrap' Alana Crowley's clothes were stained with urine, feces and vomit, and Rooper had to use these few minutes to clean the poor woman. She found a puddle nearby and asked Beltway to support someone while she took off her helmet to scoop the water.

Gala!

Watson lifted the last car over his head and threw it aside, then pushed it a few meters further. His body had already been drenched by rain, and the Deathstroke armor reflected its metallic luster in the morning sun. His teammates were already accustomed to his strength. He raised the hood and fiddled with it, and quickly started the car.

"You look like you've been showered with bullets several times."

The ghost looked at Watson's damaged armor: "I saw you carrying that Deshka heavy machine gun. Brother Watson, don't learn sniping from me. You are born to be a heavy-armed assault material."

"Are you injured too?"

Watson noticed the dried blood on the other man's abdomen.

"It doesn't matter, we just encountered a little trouble." The ghost waved his hands indifferently, turned his head and glanced at Bertha who was sitting in the car: "It's your girlfriend, you should pay more attention to her, women need care …Wait, what is this?”

"That's the sniper's weapon."

Watson took the Winchester M70 off his back.

"Really? Come on, come on, show me." The ghost couldn't wait to grab the gun. Watson ignored him and turned around to help carry Victor.

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Footsteps gradually approached outside the door.

Knock knock knock!

"Come in."

"Operation failed, sir."

The man raised his head, took the document handed by his subordinate and opened it. This subordinate crossed his hands behind his back and assumed a very standard straddle stance. A recently lit cigarette was thrown into the ashtray by the man, burning slowly, leaving only the sound of the air conditioner in the office. After a long while, the man finally turned the page and asked:

"No survivors?"

"Seventeen people are missing and the rest are confirmed dead."

"I see, you go out."

After watching his subordinates leave the office, the man pinched the cigarette again and then dialed a phone number. Nearly a minute passed before a tired voice rang on the other end of the phone: "What's wrong Levin? Isn't it too early for you to call?"

"The mission failed and Daniel's whereabouts are unknown."

After the man said this slowly and calmly, the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly went silent. He was not in a hurry, so he held the filter and took a deep breath, and then a large amount of smoke spurted out from his mouth and nose, covering his entire face.

"......what happened?"

"The captain reported that he encountered superhuman strength. There was an enemy who was not afraid of bullets and could carry heavy firepower. In addition, the attackers used time bombs and medium-sized mortars, and had a team that was proficient in stealth operations. Strength. I'm still looking at the report, but to be honest, from the terms of the contract, I think this is beyond the capabilities of the squad..."

"Superhuman? Are you sure?"

"It seems so."

"That means the customer did not provide accurate risk assessment information. This responsibility does not entirely fall on us, Levin. You must keep the evidence, the more the better." The mood on the other end of the phone was obviously a little lighter, but immediately He calmed down again: "But Daniel is a client after all. I have to think about how to talk about this matter. I'll get back to you later. Thank you for your hard work."

"Wait, you mean we have to pull away?"

Levin frowned: "Give me some more time, and I can find traces of the attacker."

"Of course not, why do you think so?" The other end of the phone sneered: "No matter what, our people have been damaged. This is a blood debt. Lannister must avenge his revenge and will repay it double."