Battlefield Contract Worker

Without any hesitation, Lin Rui grabbed the black man's wrist, pulled and folded it, and the black man's wrist was dislocated. Before the black man could cry out in pain, Lin Rui reached out and pressed his head against the glass counter. The momentum was heavy, and the black man's head collided with the glass counter. The shattered glass shards almost scratched the black man's face.

"Let's go!" Lin Rui turned to Crosoff and shouted.

Almost at the same time, a few black people rushed out from the back of the small shop, raised their guns and shot at Lin Rui and others.

Lin Rui pushed the blood-covered black people on top of them, knocked the black people into a stagger, and shot all the bullets on the tin roof, shooting out rows of bullet holes from the already weak tin roof. . Lin Rui and Crosoff rushed out quickly.

On both sides, more black people rushed up with weapons. It's just that these black people were knocked down by a row of bullets behind them before they took a few steps. Crazy Horse shouted with an AK47 in his hand, "Go here!"

Lin Rui and Crosoff hurried over. Sandro also opened fire on the other side, attracting other black militants.

"What the **** is going on?" Crosoff exclaimed.

"Your intelligence team is finished, and so is this backup point of contact. We have fallen into a trap!" Lin Rui roared as he took the weapon that Crazy Horse handed him, "We have to get out of this hell. Where's Cezanne? Where is this guy?"

Cezanne, driving his broken car, rushed in like lightning, and with a sudden acceleration, he hit the steering wheel. The car spun abruptly, knocking a black militant out several meters. "Here, get in the car!"

The gunfire threw the market into chaos, with people fleeing everywhere. Lin Rui shot in the air to disperse the crowd in front of him, and quickly jumped on the truck, "Come up, go!"

Crosoff also snatched a semi-automatic rifle and sprinted to the car as he shot, before jumping into it.

"Be careful!" shouted Sandro in the distance.

"Oh?" Crosoff looked up and happened to see a black militant rushing to his side. Because the distance was too close, neither side had time to turn the guns. Swinging, the jet-black gun in his hand gleamed in the sun's rays.

With a flick of Krosov, the hard blow landed on his right shoulder. The head was saved, but the nerve at the collarbone was hit. His arms were pulled down immediately, as if paralyzed.

The black man was waving his gun in the air, and Crosoff twisted his back against the truck, dodging as much as he could, and the **** flew just a few millimeters from his left temple.

The opponent's surprise attack smashed into the air, giving Crosoff time to adjust his focus and stand up. He lunged at the black man, swaying his useless arm. He wanted to push the crazy black man away and threw his weapon away. The black militant who was almost in a state of madness roared and jumped aside, picked up a tire removal stick, and vigorously waved the short metal stick in his hand. With a blow, it hit Crosoff on the forehead, slashing a slit, and blood ran down his throat.

The Negro pounced on him again, strangling him by the neck. His eyes were bloodshot, and an inhuman sound came from his throat. Crosoff's skill is actually far above this black man, but he was suddenly attacked and injured his shoulder as soon as he came up, so he would fall into the disadvantage. His dazed brain suddenly understood that the other party wanted to kill him. At this moment, his only hope was to fight, to avoid his attack or to escape.

Crosoff stretched out his good hand and gave the Negro a shove. He felt his back rush forward under the force of the force, as if someone had pushed him, and he tripped and threw himself on the ground. He landed on the right, and the injured hand couldn't support it, and he fell hard. The terrifying sound of his lungs reverberated in the air, and countless black circles with blue edges appeared before his eyes. He heard the gunshots, and Lin Rui and others were shouting for him to run.

At this moment, the black man stood beside him, roaring frantically and angrily, holding the metal tire stripper in both hands high above his head. It was too late for Korosov to stretch out his left hand to deflect it, only to wait for his forearm to shatter in the violent attack, and then his body to shatter like an eggshell. .

What he saw, however, was the metal rod that was hitting him with lethal accuracy, veering off course at the last second. For a split second it fell straight at him, but then it slid aside and he wasn't hurt.

The black man seemed a little dazed, and the weapon was swinging in his hand. Half of the blade was exposed on his chest. Lin Rui threw a knife from a distance of six or seven meters, piercing his back.

But the black man was seriously injured but not dead yet, so he rushed over and grabbed Crosoff. He couldn't grab the weapon with only one hand. Under the fierce competition between the two, the weapon was only a few centimeters away and he was still in his hand~www.readwn.com~ The black man flew and kicked him out. , Crosoff's knees bent and fell.

The Negro staggered back, holding the metal bar aloft. He howled and knocked the stick down. Crosoff closed his eyes in a conditioned reflex. But then, the stick turned to one side again. Because Sandro stepped forward and kicked the black man away.

The metal tire remover rolled to the ground. Crosoff picked it up with his left hand and slapped the huddled Negro at random.

The black man's body twitched convulsively, his arms were limp, his legs were slamming down on the ground like logs, his shoulders twisted from time to time, and he looked like a puppet with a broken string. He staggered forward, an obnoxious gurgling in his throat. With the twitching of his shoulders, Crosoff realized he was dead.

The cut on Crosoff's forehead was deep, slashed upwards by a metal rod, leaving a horrific wound. Blood flowed from the wound, and his jacket was dyed bright red and stuck to him. His stomach also hurts.

"Get up, we must... go." Lin Rui rushed over and shouted loudly.

Crosoff slowly opened his eyes. From his wandering eyes, Lin Rui knew that he had been hit **** the head, and he could not see him clearly now. "Come on... to the car," Sandro helped him climb into the car, "you'll be fine in a while."

He said that, but resented his own lies, because Korosov didn't look very good. God knows if he will survive.

"Damn it, it's a bit humiliating to be attacked like this," Crosoff murmured, and he sighed so lightly that Sandro thought he was asleep. When he found that Crosoff was staring blankly at the sky, his eyes were full of dazed breath.