Battlefield Contract Worker

On the desert island, it is not quiet in the middle of the night. The whistling of the wind and the sound of insects, accompanied by the sound of the tide in the distance, swayed in the swaying bonfire.

The fire had been burning for some time, and George was on duty at night, adding wood to the fire, while Barea was resting not far away. Although it is rest, for people like them, it is rare to fall into deep sleep even when resting. As long as there was a slight movement, he would roll over. His M4A1 carbine remained within his reach even when he was sleeping.

Both Barea and George knew what kind of character the mercenary they were facing was. They have already been defeated by each other once, and they will never make a second mistake again. So they didn't dare to be careless even when they were resting.

"Boom!" With a loud explosion, Barea stood up, instantly released the insurance of the M4A1 in his hand, swayed in several directions, and then quickly rolled behind the boulder on one side, looking around vigilantly.

George was faster than him, and Kazuya raised his gun to the front, whispering, "It's an explosion. Over there on the beach!"

Barea frowned, "Beach? The location of the raft?!"

George couldn't hide his excitement, "That's right. It should be there. It seems that our prey is hooked."

The gun that Barea was holding finally opened his index finger and put it beyond the trigger guard. "Okay. Time to see our prey, hopefully he's still intact, let's go."

George grinned, "With so many explosives, it's hard for him to be complete. Maybe all we can find is a puddle of rotten meat."

Barea shook his head, "It's better to be cautious. Bring your weapons and let's go." The two of them each took their weapons and ran quickly towards the beach. The flames of the explosion were still flickering, and so much wood used to make rafts would inevitably burn after the explosion. By the light of the fire they rushed to the scene.

The place where the raft was originally placed has been blasted out of a huge sand pit. The raft has been bombed to pieces, and there are scattered burning logs. The beach is illuminated and brightened by the scattered fire.

Barea held the gun and whispered, "Be careful, in case that mercenary is still alive."

"Captain, are you kidding me? Let's take a look at the scale of the explosion, and the hair-pressing device I set is right next to the raft. Since he triggered the explosion, it is enough to show that he is within the explosion range." George shook his head and said . "The explosion could tear him apart alive."

"Having said that, we still have to find the body to confirm that he is dead. Before that, we'd better not jump to conclusions." Barea shook his head.

George rummaged on the beach with a gun, hoping to find Lin Rui's body after the explosion, or fragments of stumps. Soon he found something a few meters away, he walked over and stomped on it, "Hey, Captain, come and see this. I think I should find him."

Barea walked over with a gun, but George smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous, our mercenary gentleman has gone to see God now. Unless his entire thigh is blown off, he can still live." As I fiddled with the ground, there was a broken thigh on the beach, from the base of the leg to the foot in military boots. Although stained with sand and blood, it was indeed a thigh.

Barea finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down the weapon in his hand. George was right, no one was blown up like this and survived. Even if his entire leg was blown off and he didn't die on the spot, with this amount of bleeding, he would definitely last for less than two minutes. What's more, the legs were blown off, and the impact on the internal organs of the body can be imagined. This mercenary is absolutely dead.

Barea put the gun behind him and sneered, "Good job, then we'll be safe on the island. From tomorrow we'll continue rafting, collecting food and fresh water. If we're lucky, catch up The ocean currents, moving southeast, float for a few days before reaching a nearby inhabited island. Even if reinforcements from the U.S. arrive, there is nothing we can do about it. Hey, what are you doing?"

George crouched there, trying to remove his boots from the stump. "One of my boots got wet, and it's too uncomfortable to walk like this, but his boots seem to be barely usable. Resources are limited, so don't waste them."

"Show some respect, man, we can't let this dude go to **** with bare feet." Barea also teased with ease.

"Huh? It doesn't seem right!" George shook his head.

"What's wrong?" After Baria was completely relaxed, he turned his head and asked while standing on the beach to pee.

"I remember that the mercenary was Asian, how did he have such big feet." George sat on the ground and mumbled with the boot, "Is this **** wearing a pair of boots that don't fit?"

Before he could finish his words, a figure suddenly jumped up from the sand pile beside him. This person's movements were extremely fast, and he turned over and took the bow and arrow from his hand, and shot an arrow quickly.

Barea was standing by the seaside to urinate, and was caught off guard before he could even turn around. A pain in the neck, has been hit by an arrow. The arrow shot right at the point where his neck and collarbone joined, and the pain was so painful that he didn't even have time to pull up his pants, so he turned to touch the gun hanging on his shoulder, but he froze halfway through. Barea felt like his arm was completely numb, and the pain in the wound quickly turned numb. He was like a stone pillar that lost its balance and fell down in his own urine.

This change came too quickly. George here is still holding boots in both hands, while he is putting on his feet, while complaining. Barea has fallen over there. George seemed to realize something suddenly, and suddenly turned around and stood up. But the shadow behind him is faster, UU reading www. uukanshu.com turned around quickly and ruthlessly and threw George on the beach.

Before George could react, the shadow had already pressed George's chest with both hands, and at the same time moved his body to the same side, so that his body and George's body formed a 90-degree angle. The legs are suddenly pressed down, one leg controls George's neck, the other leg presses George's chest, and at the same time, the legs are clamped, and both hands hug George's arms. George tried desperately to withdraw his arm and turn it back and forth, but the other's hand tightly controlled George's wrist so that his thumb was up.

Because when the thumb is up, the joint is in the opposite direction, which is an anti-joint technique.

The other hand grips George's elbow tightly against your body, while your legs clamp down on George's shoulders to prevent his arms from twisting back and forth. The black figure suddenly leaned back, and the crotch raised the bridge, completing a quick and beautiful fixation technique.

This action may seem odd, but it is a ground skill that is often used in UFC and other unrestricted fighting.

George screamed, and his elbow was snapped off by the opponent's anti-joint technique.

(End of this chapter)