Battlefield Contractor

On the desert island, it is not quiet late at night. The wind howled the insects, accompanied by the sound of the distant tide, swaying in the swaying campfire.

The fire has been lit for a while, George is in charge of the night, adding firewood to the fire, and Barea is resting not far away. Although it is a rest, for people like them, it is rare for people like them to fall into deep sleep. As long as there is a little movement, he will stand up. His M4A1 carbine was still within his reach even when he was sleeping.

Both Barea and George knew what the mercenary they were facing was. They have been defeated by the opponent once and will never make a second mistake. So they dare not care even when they are resting.

"Boom" with a huge explosion, Barea stood up, and instantly unsecured the M4A1 in his hand, shook it in several directions, and then quickly rolled behind the huge boulder on one side and looked around vigilantly.

George was faster than him, and He also raised his gun to the front and whispered, "It's an explosion. Over the beach!"

Barea frowned, "Beach? Where is the raft?!"

George couldn't hide his excitement, "Yes. It should be there. It looks like our prey has been hooked."

The gun that Barea was holding finally opened his index finger and put his finger outside the trigger guard. "Okay. It's time to see our prey, hope he is still complete, let's go."

George grinned and said, "With so many explosives, he is afraid it would be difficult to complete it. Maybe all we can find is a pool of rotten meat."

Barea shook his head, "It's better to be cautious. Bring weapons and let's go." Each of them took their weapons and ran towards the beach. The flames of the explosion are still flashing, so much wood used to tie the raft will inevitably burn after the explosion. With the fire, they rushed to the scene.

The place where the raft was originally placed has been blown out of a huge sandpit. The raft was blown to pieces, and burning logs were scattered everywhere, and the beach was illuminated and bright by the scattered fire.

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

"Captain, are you kidding? Come and see the scale of the explosion, and the pressure device I set up is beside the raft. Since he triggered the explosion, it is enough to show that he is within the explosion range." George shook his head. . "This explosion can tear him alive."

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

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

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

Barea finally breathed a sigh of relief, and put down his weapon. George was right, no one was bombed so that he could survive. Even if he had his whole leg broken and didn't die on the spot, with this amount of bleeding, he definitely lasted less than two minutes. What's more, the legs were blown off, and the impact on the internal organs of the body can also be imagined. This mercenary is definitely dead.

Barea carried the gun behind him and said with a sneer, "Good job, so that we will be safe on the island. Starting tomorrow, we will continue to raft and collect food and fresh water. If we are lucky, we will catch up. The ocean currents moving to the southeast can reach the small inhabited islands nearby within a few days. Even if the reinforcements of the U.S. troops arrive, there is nothing we can do about it. Hey, what are you doing?"

George squatted there, trying to remove his boots from the stump. "One of my boots got water. It's too uncomfortable to walk. It just so happens that his boots seem barely usable. Resources are limited, so don't waste it."

"Give some respect, buddy, we can't let this dude go to **** barefoot." Barea teased with ease.

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

"What's the matter?" After Barea relaxed completely, he turned to ask while standing on the beach peeing.

"I remember that mercenary was an Asian. Why did he have such big feet." George sat on the ground and muttered with that boot. "Is this **** wearing a pair of unfit boots?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly jumped up in the sand next to him. This man moved extremely fast, and he turned over and took the bow and arrow in his hand, and shot an arrow quickly.

Barea was standing on the beach urinating, and was caught off guard without even turning around. There was a pain in the neck and an arrow was already hit. The arrow was shooting at the place where his neck was connected to his collarbone. The pain was so painful that he didn't even have time to pull up his pants, so he turned around to touch the gun hanging on his shoulder, but he froze halfway through the movement. Barea felt as if his arm was completely unconscious, and the wound pain quickly turned into numbness. He was like an out-of-balance stone pillar, falling down in his own urine.

This change came too soon. George here is still holding his boots in both hands, while he is putting on his own feet while complaining. Barea has fallen over there. George suddenly realized something and suddenly turned and stood up. But the black figure behind him was faster, turning around and slamming back quickly and slamming George up on the beach.

Before George could react, the shadow had already pressed George's chest with his hands while moving his body to the same side, so that his body and George's body formed ninety degrees. The legs were pressed down suddenly, one leg controlled George's neck, the other leg pressed George's chest, while both legs were clamped, and both hands clasped George's arms. George desperately tried to withdraw his arm and turn it back and forth, but one of the other's hands 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 tightly controls George's elbow and presses against his body, and at the same time clamps George's shoulders with his legs to prevent his arms from twisting back and forth. The black shadow suddenly leaned back and raised the bridge on his hips, completing a fast and beautiful fixation technique.

This action looks weird, but it is a ground skill that is often used in unrestricted fighting such as UFC. It is also a killer move known for its fierceness. It is called a cross.

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