The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The M14 equipped with a suppressor had almost no muzzle flash. Under the cover of darkness, Luper carried out sneak attacks from beginning to end. Until now, the drug dealers who were trapped in the melee could not find the sniper's position. Although their temperament is equally brutal, the drug traffickers in Rio de Janeiro are still less experienced in some aspects than African warlords, and they are even less able to defeat the well-trained special forces such as the Wolf Pack Squad.

Watson continued to fly quietly and upright. He had now changed to the M16A2 rifle. In the battle just now, three of the AUG's polymer magazines were damaged, so Watson simply changed the gun. ——Although the polymer material is light in weight, its strength is a bit stretched. This thing is not actually out of the category of plastic and is not as strong as a steel magazine. Therefore, compared with this type of "engineering plastic", the M3 rifle using traditional metal magazines is relatively stronger.

Bang bang bang!

After checking the rear sight, Watson put a drug dealer's head into the front sight, gently pulled the trigger, and three bullets hit the target one after another, blowing half of the head open.

Three bursts, even for dogs!

After trying a few more times, Watson decisively switched the shooting mode back to semi-automatic. I am no longer in the same state as before, and I don't need to shoot frequently to increase my hit rate. Especially for this kind of unarmored target, the small-caliber warhead will roll rapidly in the body. If it is shot above the torso, it will still be carried around without death.

"Watson, I can't see you."

"receive."

After absorbing two drug dealers again, Watson stood in the corner and shook his head, continued to hold the gun and ran forward through two small buildings, and finally saw Beltway who was being chased by several drug dealers. The fat man was wearing tattered clothes with traces of dirty mud everywhere. He even had a homemade garbage camouflage cloak on his back, which fit perfectly with the messy and dirty environment around him.

"(Portuguese) I see someone! It's a bald guy!"

"(Portuguese) Kill him! Kill him!"

The drug dealer's voice came out from the walkie-talkie he picked up. Watson quickly ran to the second floor and set his gun outside. He did not choose to put the handguard on the balcony guardrail, which would expose the muzzle of the gun. The two arms firmly fixed the gun body like brackets without any shaking during the whole process. About half a minute later, seven or eight drug dealers climbed up from the large pit a hundred meters away. The human body area at this distance has been greatly reduced. The M16A2 he picked up only had basic mechanical sights. Fortunately, Watson's eyes were still sharp. After a little aiming, he pulled the trigger.

boom! boom! boom!

The gunfire from the burst fire was full of rhythm. Watson hit 6 targets in this round of shooting. The remaining people hurriedly rushed into the bunker. The intercom with the volume turned down immediately heard a mixture of frightened and angry curses. After completing the blocking mission, he jumped off the balcony and continued to accelerate towards the next location. There were not only the drug dealers swarming around him just now, but there was another wave ahead.

18 rounds.

Bang bang bang bang!

Watson fired first, and several tentacles were already on standby. After losing four lives without warning, the remaining drug dealers unsurprisingly hid in the bunker, trying to survive this wave of fire suppression. Watson counted the remaining ammunition in his mind. After the last bullet was pushed into the chamber, one tentacle pressed the magazine release button, the second tentacle pulled off the empty magazine, and the third tentacle inserted the new magazine. the magazine well. The whole process took less than a second, but he immediately released the trigger and waited quietly for the drug dealers in front to get into the trap.

1...2...3...

Sure enough, a head popped out from behind a stone.

boom!

The muzzle of the gun was flicked, and the body of the drug dealer whose head was shot by a bullet rolled down the slope. Others didn't dare to act rashly. When a clever man shot blindly and had his arm broken, the whole scene fell into complete silence. Watson still remembered the locations of some targets in his mind. He put on his Beowulf rifle and beat a drug dealer hiding behind an adobe wall to death with "pound, pound". The accomplice next to him jumped up in fright. He had never heard the sound of such a weapon. He only knew that he would die if he didn't run.

lb!

The next second, the man's entire neck exploded like a soft glue tube.

The headless body jumped forward, and its head rolled half a circle on the ground and lay on its side. The horror and fear on its face were exactly the same as the hostages tortured to death by drug dealers in the past. But now, this familiar expression frightened several survivors. They stretched out their guns and fired bullets while howling.

No one dared to poke their heads in again, so Watson turned around and slipped away.

"Hey! Fatty!"

Continuing to run past several piles of wreckage, he finally caught up with Beltway, shot the drug dealer in front of him to death, and then yelled: "We can't hide what you two committed! Just wait for the money to be deducted!"

Beltway dodged and hid in the garbage. When he heard someone shouting, he reached out with his gun and fired without hesitation. It's really not easy to do this in the dark. Watson changed his skin color and rushed to Beltway close to the garbage pile, restraining the opponent's attempt to raise the gun. But he still underestimated the fat man's reaction. Beltway directly pushed two smoking grenades over him, which scared Watson and threw them away quickly.

"Fuck! Are you going to die together?!"

"...Fxck! Why is it you?" Looking at Watson who had taken off his mask, Beltway was stunned for two seconds, then grinned and raised his thick eyebrows: "Haha! What are you afraid of? Those two grenades are fake, hurry up! Come with me!"

"Where is the ghost?"

"On the mountain, we have nothing to do here." The fat man was carrying a Beretta M12 submachine gun and couldn't help but look at Watson's gun bag: "Do you have any extra weapons you can give me?"

"Take it."

Watson rolled his eyes and threw the gun bag to the fat man.

"Did you come alone?"

Beltway put on an M16A2 of the same model, and after saying that, he patted his bald head: "Hey! Damn it! Look what I'm talking about? You must have arranged a pick-up vehicle, right? Where are Luper and Four Eyes? ?I can’t wait to get out of this damn place!”

So what are you doing here?

Watson was about to ask a question when he heard a loud noise behind him. The small crooked building that was originally besieged suddenly exploded violently, shrouding a large area around it in thick smoke. Hearing this, Beltway turned around and smiled triumphantly at Watson: "These idiots are very easy to trick, aren't they?"

"This is Watson. I have picked up Fatty and am on my way to meet the ghost."

The battle was not over yet. Watson had no intention of joking with Beltway. He lowered his head to report to Luper, and then shot the attacker on the right in the head. As he passed the drug dealer's body, he picked up a walkie-talkie and spoke a few words in Portuguese in a thick voice. Drug dealers are accustomed to using walkie-talkies to communicate. This false report can temporarily divert some people's attention.

Luper had just received news that BOPE was entering from the northwest of the slum, blocking the path of the wolf team. Therefore, the wolf mother could only choose a backup plan, taking a highway that runs through the mountains from northeast to southwest - but the difficulty is that the terrain is rising all the way, and Watson is heading towards the top of the mountain for at least 6.5 kilometers; and this dense It is impossible to drive in the jungle, so Luper and Four Eyes need to walk northeast along the mountainside, run 10 kilometers back to the city, and then make a long circle to get here.

Of course, the relevant plans have been decided before, and we will not discuss such things in detail in the communication channel.

The process of leaving the battlefield was smooth.

The two of them jogged all the way. Although Beltway had sufficient physical strength, the half-prosthetic leg still affected his movements. Fortunately, there was a dense mountain forest just past the edge of the battlefield. There were not many drug dealers left, and they were all killed one by one by Watson. As there were more and more trees around, the sound of gunfire quickly faded away, leaving only the chirping of insects and birds in the quiet jungle under the night.

This is very similar to the Congo rainforest.

"I hate this place."

Beltway took out the mosquito net from his bag and cursed in a low voice: "It's convenient for you, you can be anywhere easily..."

"Don't make it sound like it's my problem."

Watson lowered his head to check the magazine on his chest: "If you two hadn't gone too far and provoked the gang, this bad thing today wouldn't have happened at all. But having said that, why did the Bloodsmear Gang make such a big fuss today? What did you do? What?"

"Forehead......"

The fat man scratched his chin in embarrassment: "Our luggage is booby-trapped."

"what?"

"It's a bomb! The ghost and I took the luggage from the hotel together. We must take some protective measures when storing it outside, right? Especially documents and the like, we must not let others steal them, right? So I was among a few There are booby traps installed inside the main suitcase, and the zippers are all locked anyway. Nothing will happen if you don't open it and stir it up. So...I guess after the two of us escaped, the eldest young man took the others directly. Randomly ransacked our place and then…Boom?”

"It just got blown up, right?"

This time Watson understood: "Let me guess, you have more explosives in your suitcase?"

Beltwine laughed dryly and said no more.

......

Eighty-three minutes later.

Crunch!

The jeep stopped in front of him, and Watson carried the ghost and threw it into the back seat. The shock caused the other person to gasp in pain. When escaping from the red light district, this unlucky guy got shot in the butt. Although the bullet has been removed, Beltway, as a demolitionist, obviously has insufficient medical skills to handle such wounds well. When he reaches the safe area, the ghost will have to go to a black clinic for treatment.

"Welcome back, gentlemen."

Luper, who was in the passenger seat, turned around, said a word expressionlessly, and then turned his head back again. Ghost and Beltway did not dare to say a word and sat down quietly. The two men were dressed in rags and smelled bad, but they couldn't lower the windows too much to avoid being seen by passing police cars.

Woo——!

Another police car rolled by.

When they reached the fork, Si Yan turned the steering wheel and drove the jeep off the highway. The gun battle tonight caused a lot of noise. BOPE is still fighting drug dealers in the slums. It is estimated that you will hear a lot of news related to it tomorrow. Fortunately, although Beltway and Ghost got into trouble, their "precautionary measures" also destroyed most of the luggage and the Bloodsmear gang members present - the fat man patted his chest and made a guarantee, considering that in the matter of the explosion, He never disappoints, and everyone accepts it.

The Wolf Pack team was finally not exposed.

But to be on the safe side, Luper had to make sure.

Now the wolf mother is on the phone with intelligence agents all over Rio. After finally waiting for the woman to hang up the phone, the ghost can't wait to make a request: "Well, can you find me a clinic? I will pay for it!"

"If Bertha can treat you, what clinic do you want?"

Luper turned around and looked at him with a cold gaze: "Sit down honestly, haven't you caused enough trouble today?"

Gulu.

Watson was sure he heard the sound of the ghost swallowing saliva. Half a minute later, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Watson turned his head, but saw the ghost's face covered with sweat, and whispered to himself: "Watson, I want to ask you something, you must promise me! When Bertha performs the operation on me, you must sit next to me Just keep an eye on her and don’t go away, okay? Please!”