I really don't want to play the second week

"I am searching.."

After looking through her pockets, Zhang Ya finally found a small and exquisite foundation box in the pocket of her jacket, and handed it to Qian Bo.

"Thanks."

After receiving the foundation box, Qian Bo opened the box, stretched out the mirror on the cover, and carefully observed the distribution of firepower of the militants behind the convoy.

There was an MG3 general-purpose machine gun on the back seat of the pickup truck, and four militants armed with AKMs spread around, forming crossfire and blocking the passage... The only thing that Qian Bo was thankful for was that there were no heavy machine guns among the terrorists.

The recruits are afraid of guns, and the veterans are afraid of machine guns. If they don't knock out the machine guns, they won't be able to get out at all. The reinforcements of the militants don't know when they will appear, and they must get out of the predicament as soon as possible... But now there is a problem, he has no weapons in his hands.

With a snap, a stray bullet hit the lid of the foundation box, shattering the protruding mirror, Qian Bo quickly retracted, and glanced at the foundation box without the lid and the foundation splashed with his hand:

"I'll go back and pay you a new one."

Chapter 7 Professionals

In the battlefield where bullets are strewn across, human life is like nothing. Whether it is militants or government forces, no one knows when they will be taken away by death.

Sometimes it's all about luck in the battlefield...

Consul He looked anxiously at Zhang Ya and Qian Bo who were trapped on the other side of the aisle. Bullets hit the car in front of them from time to time, making tinkling noises. In just a short time, the entire car was shot by bullets. It's riddled with holes, and I don't know when the bunker will be penetrated...

"Can you save them?"

"Don't worry, Consul He, promise to complete the mission! Qiangzi, Dalong, cover me!"

"understand!"

The two armed policemen responded loudly. Xiao Li patted the shoulders of the two Ivia government soldiers beside him and gestured in sign language. The government soldiers nodded to express their understanding.

"Prepare!"

Xiao Li used sign language to count down the countdown. The sound of gunfire and explosions in battle would affect hearing. Only sign language is the safest way. The two armed policemen adjusted their breathing to ensure the stability of cover shooting.

As the countdown ended, two armed policemen slammed out of the bunker on the other side, raised their guns and fired at the MG3 machine gun position. The 5.8MM bullet hit the welded bulletproof plate, splashing out sparks, and the shooting rhythm of the machine gunner It was interrupted immediately, which also attracted the machine gunner's attention.

The militants on both sides immediately reacted and fired back at the armed police. Bullets kept hitting the car.

Seeing that the machine gunners of the militants were suppressed, Xiao Li took a deep breath and rushed towards Qian Bo and Zhang Ya's bunker with the other two government troops.

As soon as he rushed out of the bunker, Xiao Li felt a numbness in his thigh, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart. When the stray bullet hit his leg, he immediately felt extremely hot in his thigh. The kinetic energy carried by the bullet disrupted his posture, and he fell. on the ground.

"Little Li!"

Another armed policeman gave up suppressing the shooting and hurriedly pulled him back to the bunker by his legs. During the process of pulling him back, two more bullets hit Xiao Li's body. Fortunately, because of the problem of the shooting angle, The bullet didn't penetrate the body armor, but the kinetic energy it carried still broke a rib.

Compared with Xiao Li, the other two government soldiers were not so lucky. The moment they went out, they were hit by bullets fired from nowhere, and they lay on the ground without moving. The upper body of the government soldier has already jumped into the bunker, the lower body is covered with bullet holes, and the lower leg was torn off by machine gun bullets...

"what!"

When his comrades bandaged Xiao Li's wound, Xiao Li hammered the ground unwillingly. This operation failed. Not only was he injured and became a burden to the team, but two government soldiers also died as a result.

Without the suppressive shooting of an armed policeman, the MG3 machine gun on the pickup truck quickly suppressed them, and bright tracer bullets crossed the aisle from time to time.

"Troublesome..."

Tracer bullets are mainly used to display ballistics and correct shooting deviations... The tracer bullets that fly by from time to time prove that the machine gunner has locked the aisle. Chambor pulled the government army into the bunker. There is no blood flowing from the wound, and he put his hand on his neck Pressed once...pulse stopped.

"He's dead?" Zhang Ya asked with a slightly trembling tone.

"Yes."

He closed the soldier's eyes, quickly untied the body armor on the government army, and handed it to Zhang Ya.

"Put it on."

Reaching out to take the body armor, a smell of rust came over her face. The body armor was already stained red by the blood of the government army. Zhang Ya resisted the visual discomfort and put the body armor on her body. The heavy body armor gave her a little With a sense of security, he turned to look at Qian Bo and found that he was "licking the bag".

"What are you going to do?" The startled Zhang Ya hurriedly asked, "You don't want to be a hero, do you?"

Kacha, Qian Bo pulled out the magazine of the M16A2 rifle, looked at the residual bullets in the magazine, there were still fifteen rounds, and the spare magazines also used [-] rounds to reload... Unfortunately, it was not equipped with a grenade launcher subsequent model.

After replacing the magazine with a new one, he put the helmet of the government army on his head. The battlefield is extremely chaotic, and accidental injuries are common. It is not uncommon to even blow up the entire friendly army's position...Qian Bo can only pray that he wears the helmet Will not be mistakenly shot by government forces.

"Being a hero? I'm a professional."

professional?Zhang Ya watched Qian Bo skillfully inspecting the rifle, with an inexplicable aura in every move, and believed his words a little bit.

"Are you a mercenary?"

"They can't afford me."

After counting the ammunition, he held the rifle with both hands. The cold touch gave Qian Bo an indescribable feeling, as if he had returned to the once hellish battlefield, with gunpowder smoke, blood, explosions, screams of death... that was the feeling , Qian Bo's mouth slowly showed a ferocious smile, he couldn't wait to shoot the militants on the opposite side.

"I don't have time to explain. I will attract the attention of the militants in a while, and you immediately run to the opposite side..."

"What about you?" Zhang Ya looked at Qian Bo worriedly.

"Don't worry about me." Thumb switched the M16A2 to the three-round burst firing mode, and urged again: "Remember, run forward, don't stop whatever happens."

The pale Zhang Ya nodded vigorously, clenched his fists and his knuckles turned slightly white. Qian Bo knew that Zhang Ya was still too nervous, which was prone to accidents, so he took out the chocolate he bought for Iben and handed it to her.

"Relax, it's like participating in a supermarket rush."

What kind of metaphor is this... Zhang Ya couldn't help but rolled her eyes, took the chocolate and put it in her mouth, the slightly bitter and sweet taste made her body relax.

"Get ready, it's about to start."

.................

"Consul, the rescue failed..." the deputy approached Consul He and said loudly.

"Get ready to transfer."

The armed police found an open window and now need to move the expatriates immediately.

"Give me one more chance, at all costs! Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Xiao Li supported the car body with one hand, and stood up with great effort. The severe pain stimulated his nerves, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, but he still straightened his body, and his eyes were full of determination.

"No, you can't take any more risks."

Consul He shook his head and rejected Xiao Li's proposal. When it was time to make a choice, the expatriates had to move. Compared with a carload of expatriates, Zhang Ya and Qian Bo could only be temporarily abandoned.

It's brutal, but he has to keep most of the expats safe.

"Hey! What are you doing, put down the gun!"

At this time, the armed police realized that Qian Bo had actually picked up the rifle, and the other party threw a grenade out, and then made a cover sign to the armed police.

With a bang, the grenade exploded with thick smoke, temporarily blocking the machine gunner's vision. Qian Bo got up and shot the pickup truck MG3 machine gunner's head cleanly.

Red, white, gray, splashing out...

Chapter 8 Bullet Time

He held the grenade in his right hand, pulled out the ring of the grenade with his left hand, and threw the grenade in the direction of the militants with his back against the bunker.

Boom~ At the moment when the grenade exploded, Qian Bo used the flames and smoke as cover, leaned out from behind the cover suddenly, his left arm protected his chest, his upper arm acted as a bracket for the rifle, and he pulled the trigger.

The field of vision is somewhat different from that of normal people. The world in his eyes is slower. Everyone’s actions are in slow motion. The bullets sliding through the air are clearly visible. The whole world is like a movie played frame by frame...

Bullet time, this is the ability that Qian Bo acquired in countless battlefields. It is said to be acquired... rather, it is the potential of the human body that was forced out in order to survive, and it is also the capital that he can successfully survive the system. More luck of course.

Looking at the machine, Qian Bo could see three 5.56MM bullets "slowly" flying out of the barrel, and the bullets rotated through the rifling to tear the air, forming a layer of shock waves.The shock wave left ripples in the air, flying towards the machine gunner bit by bit...

"Run! Run, don't stop!"

Hearing Qian Bo's voice, Zhang Ya rushed out of the bunker and ran towards the convoy. Qian Bo kept an eye on her position from the corner of his eyes, and prioritized eliminating targets that threatened Zhang Ya.

Repeated countless times, the combat instinct that was almost engraved in the DNA made him shoot at the target as quickly as lightning, then turned the gun, continued to aim at the next target, and pulled the trigger...

"cover!"

The armed police who reacted immediately started covering fire, but when they came out of the bunker, they only saw the picture of the militant being shot in the head by the bullet almost at the same time under Qian Bo's quick, accurate and ruthless shooting. Blood mixed with brains sprayed from the back of the head And out... At this time Zhang Ya just rushed into the team of expatriates.

After eliminating all the militants, Qian Bo tactically rolled into the defense line of the armed police, and at the same time lifted the state of bullet time.

The armed police were stunned for a moment, watching Qian Bo, who was leaning on the front of the car, changed his eyes, and instantly shot multiple targets with precision. Is this really something ordinary civilians can do?

"Safe, alert!"

Zhang Ya hurried forward to check on Qian Bo's status, and was relieved to see that he hadn't been shot. Looking at his tired eyes, she suddenly felt that he didn't seem to be so annoying anymore...

"Are you OK?"

"Can't die."

After waving his hands to indicate that he was fine, Qian Bo's breathing was a little confused, and he peeled off a few pieces of chocolate and stuffed them into his mouth.

Bullet time is a double-edged sword. Using this ability consumes a lot of physical strength, and the physical strength consumed is proportional to the opened bullet time.

"Mr. Qian is really not an ordinary person. Are you a mercenary?" Consul He asked, staring at Qian Bo beside him, and at the same time understood why the other party's identity information could not be found...

"My identity is difficult to explain.."

Could it be explained to Consul He that he came from another earth?Because of an unknown reason, he crossed over with a "sigh", it is better to continue to misunderstand... Qian Bo laughed at himself and said:

"I'm a Chinese, and I'm just a poor guy who wanders on the battlefield because of my livelihood."

The sound of roaring engines came from a distance, and reinforcements from the militants came...

Consul He looked back, now is not the time to find out Qian Bo's identity, think for a moment and give up the idea of ​​disarming him, which will undoubtedly intensify the conflict.

The action just now also proved that he was not with the militants. Now there are only a few armed police protecting the expatriates, and most of them are wounded. Before the arrival of the warships to support them, it is necessary to unite all the forces that can be united.

"Mr. Qian, can I hire you in my own name?" Consul He asked in a deep voice. Qian Bo's combat effectiveness is very strong. As for the matter of hiring...a special matter.

"can."

Since Consul He misunderstood that he was a mercenary, let the misunderstanding deepen. The most important thing is that he himself is a Chinese with red roots, and he should help his compatriots leave the war zone both in public and in private.

"Everyone get out of the car!"

Under the organization of the armed police, the expats got out of the car one by one and entered the building on the side through the opening in the window, followed by the staff of the consulate, and finally the armed police soldiers.

Qian Bo took the initiative to do the work after the break. An armed policeman supported Xiao Li who was limping and walked towards Xiaodong. When passing by his side, Xiao Li turned his head and said:

"You are very good, wait to go back and make gestures?"

"Okay, fight for wine or what?"

The words invisibly narrowed the distance, and Qian Bo could feel that the armed police were no longer as guarded against him as before.