The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Gan!"

Among the ruins, "Mr. Deathstroke" lifted up a large piece of rubble and stood up, followed by a cursing Watson. Just when I was halfway through changing my clothes, a series of explosions came down, and it was two rounds, and the small building was directly blown down. Now the work of collecting corpses can be completely abandoned. He left the ruins with an AKM rifle, and "Mr. Deathstroke" strode ahead with the weapon on his arm. Most of the nearby buildings had collapsed, and the Lannister International seemed to have plowed the entire Illyrian Alliance camp.

But those airplanes shouldn't be able to produce this effect. There must be something else.

And the ground troops haven't appeared yet.

【Stop】

The death knell ahead stopped.

【Continue to go】

Watson followed up slowly and did a simple test. The effective distance of the "voice control" was about 15 meters, which was only half the distance of the "wire control" of the tentacles. However, the human black light servant can understand more instructions than expected. Perhaps this is based on the skills of the original body. At least there is no problem in using weapons. Basic aiming, shooting and changing magazines can be done. This performance was almost the same as Majini using the improved Plaka Parasite. If there was no car at the scene, he would have wanted Marcel to try it.

God knows in his last life, when Watson was playing "Resident Evil 5" and saw a group of Majini doing motorcycle stunts, how many mud horses ran past him...

So why is Lisa so stupid?

Oh, she's not human.

Ah, it doesn't matter, as long as you have a good figure and good skin. Thinking of this faceless nurse, Watson recalled the night when he retired from his career as a magician, and it still felt like a dream. In comparison now, line control is definitely much more useful than voice control. After all, it is directly connected through the tentacles, and the main ideas in the mind can be quickly conveyed. And now that the black light body has evolved many times, it does not need separate tentacles to control it. It can complete the transmission of commands by physical contact alone.

boom! ! ! !

Another explosion interrupted Watson's memory.

There were still planes overhead, and the MIG-19 fled after dropping its bombs, leaving only the Hind helicopters that continued to pour firepower. I don’t know if the Alliance has managed to capture one, but it’s probably unlikely.

【Step aside! 】

As soon as he entered the relatively intact construction area, Mr. Deathstroke immediately followed Watson's order and approached the eaves to avoid being spotted by aircraft in the sky. Watson now looks the same as a Union soldier, with combat boots, camouflage pants and a jacket, and his skin tone has been adjusted. Although the turban and scarf wrapped around his face were more conspicuous, fortunately, the collapse of the building left him covered in dirty ash. In order to show off, Watson also imitated Aji and carried two PKM machine gun cartridges on his body to cover up.

After continuing to walk for a while, a living person finally appeared in front of him. Several soldiers who were stunned by the bomb stumbled over, and one of them even lost a hand. Watson pretended to be panicked, stepped forward and grabbed the man at the end, asking in Albanian: "What's going on? Who is attacking us?"

"what?"

The soldier, with a smoky look on his face, looked at Watson in shock for a long time, until he saw the huge figure of "Mr. Deathstroke", and then he had some reaction: "I don't know! I was asleep and suddenly heard an explosion. Then a plane came over, and many people died! I don’t know, maybe government troops came over, damn it! Let me go!”

These guys are probably trying to escape.

Watson didn't point it out, simply thanked him, and continued to pretend to be a follower and follow "Mr. Deathstroke" as he ran forward. There were more and more dead people along the way, and the remaining soldiers looked around blankly with their weapons in hand, not knowing where the enemy was. With the death knell in front, Watson grabbed people and asked them all the way, and finally gradually approached the area where the league's top leaders gathered.

For the Illyrian Alliance, now is a real disaster.

I don’t know if there is an inside job, but Lannister International’s operations are very refined. They picked a good time and launched an aerial bombardment when the Illyrian Alliance's vigilance was at its lowest. According to a survivor sentry, he also saw the smoke trail of rocket launches on the hilltop to the north; and to the southwest At the Falola Port, a troop suddenly rushed out of two parked cargo ships and has now reached the door.

This is not over yet, it is said that tanks have just appeared in the north.

The whereabouts of Marcel, the second-in-command of the alliance, is unknown, leaving a bunch of half-baked grassroots team captains fighting on their own. Now that the command system has suffered a big impact, Figueroa has to grab the loudspeaker and try to reorganize the defense. As soon as "Mr. Deathstroke" leaned over, he immediately received a loud greeting from the man: "Hey! Deathstroke, where have you been? Hurry up and get into position!"

The old lion roared so hard that he was sweating profusely, obviously anxious.

Watson took a few glances and saw that there was no chance to make a move, so he directed Deathstroke to move to the air defense position ahead. He saw that his heavily-equipped truck had been blown up, and thick smoke rose into the sky. Even the rain could not quench it. Fortunately, the box in the corner was not lost, so he quickly ran over and picked it up. At present, the alliance still has the ability to resist, so it's better for you to let go and let the situation get completely out of control.

"Coming! Coming!! Everyone fire!!!"

The deafening roar of heavy machine guns immediately covered the sky, and four RPGs crashed into an approaching Hind helicopter. The pilot immediately gave up the dive and veered around the position. Several heavy machine gun bullet chains chased after it, shooting a series of fire on the fuselage.

But that's not enough to pose a significant threat to it.

boom! ! ! !

An explosion suddenly came from the southwest.

"Death Knell! Go and assist the troops to the west! Quick!"

......

Two minutes later.

2 BTR armored vehicles, 2 BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles, and more than twenty infantrymen... Let Deathstroke squat first, Watson picked up his telescope and began to check the enemy situation ahead. However, the observation results made him a little confused. The alliance did not have heavy firepower. Especially the BTR's armor was so thin that it could not withstand heavy machine gun fire, let alone RPG. How could the opponent penetrate the defensive position with so few people?

"Hey! What's going on with you guys?"

Pulling a panicked soldier beside him, Watson saw him hesitating for a long time and simply grabbed the RPG from the soldier's back: "Give it to me!"

call out----

boom! ! ! !

A hundred meters away, the turret of the closest BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle was hit, and the shock wave set off a large amount of smoke and dust. Watson knelt down and shrugged at the soldier: "Look, isn't it very simple? Just aim and fire one shot and it's over?"

At this moment, the Spider Sense suddenly sounded an alarm crazily. Watson lowered his head, and the bullet immediately passed through from above, almost grazing his turban. The soldier next to him widened his eyes and sniffed fiercely: "Now you know why. The other side has a very powerful gunman. I feel that he is even more powerful than the federal guys here. Many brothers have been killed. No one dares to show up!"

A great shooter?

Looking at "Mr. Deathstroke" squatting next to him, Watson thought for a while and decided to shoot directly: "Do you know where our shooter is? I'm going to borrow a gun from him."

Snapped!

As soon as he finished speaking, blood exploded from the head of a soldier behind him, and he collapsed.

"No target found, over."

"Continue the search. What is the condition of the BMP that was shot? Over."

"...the gunner was killed, and the commander and driver were injured to varying degrees. Rescue is in progress, completed."

With the help of armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles, the Lannister soldiers continued to advance. A man followed the team, shaking his weapon somewhat nonchalantly. In his hand is an SR-25 sniper rifle, which is equipped with a muzzle brake, grip and laser sight. In addition to the long-range sniper scope on the top, there is even EOTech installed on the side of the handguard. The company's holographic sight.

As for his attire, it is somewhat similar to Watson, with his head and face covered for fear of being seen.

But the soldiers did respect the men.

After all, this guy's marksmanship is so accurate that the commander assigned two observers to assist the opponent. It has only been a few minutes since the war started, and the number of kills has exceeded 2, not counting the unseen parts.

"Confirmed kill?"

The man asked lightly, and the observer beside him shook his head: "Confirm the kill."

"Where's the white face?"

"I haven't seen it yet."

"......cut."

As a mercenary hired with a lot of money from above, this man lived up to his name. He fired every shot along the way and destroyed all the heavy firepower that might threaten the team. The BMP tank that was hit by a rocket-propelled grenade just now was the first combat vehicle lost since the entire operation was launched. But no one voiced any blame, and now the situation is very ideal.

Naturally, Watson's face covered in white ash was remembered by the man.

No one can dodge my bullets.

nobody.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lawton, your record has scared them out of their wits."

"I think I told you." Hearing the commander's voice in the earphones, Lawton twisted the button on the scope: "You can only call me by my code name. This is the last reminder."

"Okay, of course."

The commander looked at the BTR armored vehicle at the end of the team, turned around and ordered: "The attack on the west has begun. Guys, speed up and pay attention to indicate the target for the 'Death Shooter'. It's over."

"Target found!"

Suddenly someone shouted in the earphone: "At 11 o'clock, the heavy machine gunner on the left side of the sandbag bunker on the top of the mountain! It's him in heavy armor!"

"gentlemen?"

The soldier carrying the weapon shouted a reminder, and Lawton had to give up searching for the target temporarily and ran to a double-story building on the right: "I understand, let's go."

The three men immediately followed behind.

After jogging to the top of the building, Lawton took off his SR-25 and took a heavy weapon from the soldier. This is the M1982 anti-material sniper rifle officially launched by Federal Barrett Company in 82. It has now entered the federal military's testing queue and may be officially adopted in a few years. Lannister International was very resourceful and specially obtained such a weapon for killing Deathstroke.

Click!

A .50BMG armor-piercing bullet was fed into the gun chamber. The dead shooter's eyes were close to the scope, and his breathing quickly calmed down. In the scale crosshairs, Deathstroke's huge upper body was completely exposed, and the Deshka heavy machine gun in his hand fired frequently. The cold and moist air flowed through the mask, gently touching Lawton's cheek.

He narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

boom!