The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

This attack also came without warning.

Sparks exploded from Deathstroke's helmet, and his huge body fell backwards, hitting the ground hard and making no sound. The position was quiet for a moment. The soldiers couldn't believe that a strong man in armor who could carry a heavy machine gun and charge had just fallen. Someone took two steps closer and saw the holes and blood on the opponent's upturned helmet face, and shouted in horror. It didn't take long for the entire camp to start running back in confusion.

"call out......"

Deadshot whistled softly and pulled the trigger again. There were two enemies in his field of vision whose bodies coincided with each other and were directly shot through by his bullet.

"Knockdown, good shot."

The observers around me felt that they had gained new insights.

The recoil of the M82 is very large and requires a rear spring to buffer it. The barrel is active during the shooting process, and the accuracy is inevitably affected. Of course, it was originally designed to penetrate lightly armored vehicles or bunkers, not to target humanoid targets. But with such a weapon, it can kill two people with one shot. No wonder this guy dares to call himself a "death shooter."

The sniper team next to them had no room to play. Several soldiers continued to watch for a while, and then pressed the communication button on the headset: "All the living people in the position have escaped. Captain, we don't see anything special here."

"Copy that, you continue to observe, the others are lining up and getting ready to move forward, over."

"Done." Lawton moved his head away from behind the scope and shrank into the bunker: "Now that the target is dead, can we leave? I'm fed up with this broken place. It's nothing but mountains. It rains every day. There’s no fun to be had.”

"Sorry, sir."

A soldier shook his head at him: "We need to bring back Deathstroke's body and confirm it before evacuating."

Deadshot sneered, said no more, and reached out to grab his SR-25. He trusted his body's intuition very much. From the first time he touched the gun, he felt like a superpower, which helped him improve his "shooting" skill to its peak. It is no exaggeration to say that in addition to various firearms data and ballistic knowledge, Lawton can even calculate more.

Hit, or miss, specifically which part was hit.

He never misses, and after becoming proficient, he almost never misses...

That white face today is the first time I haven’t seen it for a long time. On the contrary, the armored man who called himself "Death Knell" did not even stay in his mind for more than a minute.

I didn't want to take this trip because it was too troublesome to travel all the way. However, the customer gave so much that even a top killer like him couldn't help but be tempted. Although there was no obligation to assist in combat in the contract, Deadshot still took the initiative to help so that he could leave this hellish place as soon as possible. For God's sake, even though Lawton could be considered a mercenary, he was actually more familiar with urban combat environments. In a rugged mountainous area like Albania, with continuous rain, mud and water, and being squeezed into an armored vehicle with a group of sweaty soldiers, Death Shooter was simply unwilling to endure it.

Several vehicles downstairs have already taken the lead in clearing the way.

After moving cautiously for several minutes, the team slowly drove up a slope. There are not many large bunkers in the area ahead. Under the commander's order, three tanks lined up in a line and formed an offensive formation with the accompanying infantry. On the rooftop a hundred meters away, Lawton watched the sniper team setting up their guns in boredom, with a trace of ridicule on his lips.

"Swordfish 1 is approaching, no abnormalities found, over."

"Copy that, stay alert."

A soldier looked at the sparse figures in the distance. Since the battle began, nearby civilians have fled away. But these people with their families did not run too far, but stayed around scatteredly, as if they wanted to wait for the battle to end so that they could return to their homes as soon as possible. The soldier couldn't help but think back to the days when he served in the Middle East, and the scene in front of him was so familiar.

But one thing that's better than the Middle East is that there won't be so many pickup trucks with heavy machine guns suddenly popping up.

"Swordfish No. 1! One o'clock direction..."

Phew——Boom! ! !

Before the warning in the earphones was finished, a rocket-propelled grenade flew over from the left and right sides, hitting the BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle in front one after another. The soldiers reacted quickly and ran away the moment they saw the tail flames. However, the Illyrian Alliance moved faster. As if they heard a unified command, five people appeared in several locations at the same time, controlling weapons and firing.

The firefight distance of tens of meters was too close. Some soldiers were unable to dodge and their entire bodies were torn into pieces. The BTR armored vehicle is not much better. It was not designed for frontal assault, and its thin armor is like paper in front of the Deshka heavy machine gun.

"Sniper team, how many people are there on the other side?" The commander huddled behind the bunker and initiated communication.

"Say less than ten. Sorry, sir, we didn't see any abnormalities at all before."

"Stop talking about this, the other side is obviously prepared." He changed the communication channel: "Death Shooter, can you provide support? I know you are not obligated to help, but since you want to go back early, maybe you can consider helping us solve the battle again. "

"Don't use this trick against me again."

A faint voice came from the earphones, and then there was no movement.

"This bastard..."

The commander cursed secretly and changed another channel: "Beta team calls Eagle, we need support."

"Received, indicate the target, and launch the attack in 30 seconds."

After receiving the order, the Lannister rifleman deflected the muzzle and raised the sight of the GP-25 grenade launcher hanging underneath. Soon, a plume of red smoke rose into the sky from the enemy position. The attacks of the Alliance soldiers still did not stop, and the aim did not seem to be affected too much. The Lannister soldiers were pressed tightly behind the bunker.

The roar was approaching.

"Wait, sir, I saw the death knell!"

"...Check again." The commander said, raising his wrist and looking at his watch.

"I'm sure I saw him, sir. Deathstroke is still alive. He just appeared at the edge of the smoke for a few seconds."

"This is impossible!" The words of the sniper team were interrupted, and the angry voice of Deadshot sounded: "I blew his head off! No one can withstand such damage, no one!"

"Well, I'm glad you're back in the fight, Deadshot." The commander shrugged his shoulders and looked at the Hind helicopter swooping down from the sky: "Everyone has their moments when they perform abnormally. It's okay, but you don't have to worry. We have more than one backup plan.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the UB-32 rocket pods under the short wings on both sides of the Hind helicopter roared, throwing down a large amount of death fireworks.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The strong wind carried large clouds of dust and penetrated through the gaps between each building. The man continued to lean against the bunker, letting the mud and water pour on him, feeling very good. Deadshot failed to fulfill his promise to kill Deathstroke, so the bastard's reward will be reduced.

The explosion was so loud that the sound in the earphones sounded very far away. I don’t know how much time had passed before it finally became clear: "...The sniper team was attacked!!! Repeat! The sniper team was attacked!" !! It’s Deathstroke! His armor is in very new condition, hell, it’s the real Deathstroke! That one in the camp is a decoy!!”

"what?!"

The commander was stunned for a moment, turned around and shouted: "Everyone! Go back! Go back immediately! Quick!!!"

......

Da da da da da da! ! ! !

Empty the magazine at the bunker in front, Watson dropped the AKM automatic rifle in his hand, picked up the PKM machine gun and rushed over. After hearing that there was a sharpshooter on the opposite side, he wondered if this was the secret weapon of Lannister International, so he used a fake death knell as bait, and sure enough, he lured the opponent to reveal his location.

But the shooter didn't show up again after firing two shots.

Watson saw clearly through the scope, it was a man wearing a black hood. He had just adjusted the sighting secret position, and he completely lost the opportunity to shoot. The cold shooting that he originally imagined could not be realized at all. He had to put on his armor and take a detour to cut through the enemy's back row.

If you want to say reckless, then I am too familiar with it.

As for the soldiers in the position, they were seriously wounded infected with the black light virus. The Alliance does not have a fine tradition of saving lives and healing the wounded. There were not many people in this position, and they fled very quickly after their morale collapsed, which made it easier for Watson to make arrangements. However, after watching the mutilated human body regenerate under the influence of the black light virus, he gained a new understanding of his abilities.

The few people in the back row of Lannister were not enough to see. They dragged the two half-dead soldiers into the corner. After more than ten seconds, Watson walked out with his head shaking. He knew the identity of the man with the black hood.

But what does Deadshot do?

It's 1998 now. Did this guy debut so early?

A soldier appeared at the top of the stairs and raised his weapon at Watson. But he obviously misjudged the target's reaction speed. The RPK light machine gun in Deathstroke's hand was like teleporting, dragging the afterimage and firing several bullets, accurately penetrating the soldier's body.

The next second, the spider sense exploded.

Poof! ! !

A .50BMG warhead grazed the helmet and hit the wall. Watson's whole body's reaction nerves were stretched to the extreme, and his eyes quickly turned to the source of the sound in the picture. However, only an M82 with the scope removed was left on the small platform, and the shooter had long since disappeared. This was not a problem for Watson. His bacterial sense of vision opened up, and the rolling air trajectory crawled to the right. He had only taken two steps forward when his spider sense, which had just begun to weaken, alerted him again.

boom!

Lawton hid behind the stone pillar and fired another shot. The bullet bounced off the surface of the rusty water pipe, squeezed through the gap in the armor at an incredible angle, and hit Watson's ribs. The second and third bullets followed closely, as if they had eyes. Even though Watson had already started running, the weakly protected parts were repeatedly damaged.

But that's it. There is a blackened body inside the thick armor, and the 7.62-caliber NATO standard bullet can't do anything with it. Watson knew that the Lannister team a hundred meters away was returning for reinforcements, and he had to hurry up.

Wow!

The load-bearing stone pillar was directly smashed, and Deathstroke rolled forward, his gun aimed at Deathstroke's eyes halfway. The bullet was still very accurate. He could see that the eyepiece of the helmet was broken and a small stream of blood spattered out. However, the armored man in front of him continued to speed up, and hit Lawton hard in the chest with a straight punch.