The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although he didn't wear a night vision device, the blood flowing out of his flesh and shadows in the chaotic battle would still be very conspicuous under the light of the fire.

After Bachram took a deep breath, he stabbed at the guy who was entangled with him.

He expected to see uniforms or armor, but when he left a clear blow, he saw only muscles and hair.

This guy is really strong.

Bachram pressed harder before he stabs the second blow, the blade trembling as it hit the bone.

As the dagger pierced fiercely, the roar of the response echoed in the tunnel.

He backed up a few steps, drew his weapon out before the attacker leaped forward, and leaned back against the wall.

With the faint light of fire, he saw that he stabbed a big man with a face full of flesh, wearing an unfit combat uniform, with a bare chest and a few grenades tied to his waist.

He lunged at Bachram like a bear, the blood and revenge he longed for with the dagger in his hand.

At this moment, Bachram's brain was extremely calm. He dashed forward, then bent over and passed under the opponent's armpit, then turned and took a step forward, with the knife stabbing up and deep inward.

As the dagger pierced deeply, he savored the satisfactory vibration of steel, and the warmth of blood poured over his hand.

In the next second, groans and tremors were heard in front of him.

The other party turned around and flicked the dagger, but Bachram turned his head to avoid this as if he had a premonition.

Bachram had hoped that the knife would kill the opponent, but apparently the big man was not that vulnerable.

Seeing the opponent's sharp blade approaching, he flashed to the right at a speed that he couldn't normally do, and at the same time his right leg was thrown out like an iron whip.

Accompanied by the muffled sound, that individual clutched his chest and backed away, his ribs seemed to be kicked and cracked.

When he swayed back, Bahram had already rushed up, hooking the opponent's right arm with his left hand, and suddenly dagger here, causing the opponent's weapon to fall from his hand to the ground in a scream.

But that person has not given up yet.

Although Bachram's offensive was successful, he was forced to get close to his opponent, so the big man gave him a head hammer.

"Well--"

He made a painful noise and staggered back.

The opponent's hard forehead hit the center of his face, causing severe pain and blood to cover his entire face.

He shook, barely avoiding the bullet that passed by at the beginning.

The big man hurriedly tried to extract something from his belt, but the tendon of his right wrist had been broken, and he could only use his unskilled left hand.

In annoyance, he simply tore off his belt directly.

But as soon as his hand was raised, Bachram made a whirling kick to make it fly into the darkness out of sight.

At that moment, he clearly saw a string of grenades tied to his belt.

Then the two fell into close hand-to-hand combat, as if they were fighting in a spider web, and any wrong action would cause death or be hit by surrounding stray bullets.

In the flashing fire, the big fist of the opponent flew over, Bahram flashed to the left, and then punched the opponent on the ribs.

Although his hands are no better than those who are accustomed to swords, they are also covered with calluses through the years of work, but they also become **** in the bones.

Bachram tried to get around behind the opponent, but the big man twisted him and strangled his neck.

This should have declared the end of the battle, but the man only had a good hand to use.

The boy yelled, tightening his neck muscles to counter the effort that choked him.

Instinctively tells him that there is only one simple way to get rid of such a grapple-throw the opponent out with a shoulder throw.

But the size difference between the two is too big, and such skills are difficult to play.

So he chose to dash backwards, and the two fell backwards almost at the same time.

The next second, the back of the big man hit a huge pebble, the impact made his head sway forward, and his nose involuntarily hit the back of Bachram's head.

This was fierce enough, even Bachram frowned in pain.

But anyway, this made the other party loosen his neck, and he turned around and pierced his fingers dizzyly.

His index and middle fingers pierced the opponent's face, almost piercing the opponent's eyeballs.

The man then instinctively bowed his head, made a vague sound, and staggered back against the rock wall, slipping to the ground.

A few bullets swish past, and Bachram had to bend down to avoid.

With this opportunity, the man fell to the ground and began to crawl on the gravel.

Looking in the direction where the opponent was crawling, Bahram realized that the man was about to drag himself towards the belt that was kicked off earlier, and in the process, his hands were still leaning forward vigorously.

"Stop—"

Realizing the danger, Bachram threw on the big man, held him down, and tried to drag him back.

But the man suddenly exploded with great strength, and he dragged Bachram away on the ground, struggling to get close to the belt.

Bachram clamped the opponent's arm tightly with his arm, trying to make him unable to move forward anymore, and grabbed a sharp stone from the side, and madly hammered the man's spine.

In the darkness, the humanity faded, and they were left with only crazy animality.

Although his back was smashed by the stone, the big man was still struggling to move towards his belt.

Ten centimeters, five centimeters~www.readwn.com~ The **** fingers tremblingly grabbed the grenades.

Bahram, who had killed the red eye, suddenly saw a flash of light in the dark.

The dagger he dropped was lying beside them.

So he grabbed the dagger, and at the same time stabbed it from behind with all his strength.

This time, pierced directly into the heart.

The big man trembled under Bachram, he was still reaching his belt with his arm, and he was only one finger away from it.

He gasped unwillingly.

"Sorry."

After Bachram spoke in a low voice, he drew his dagger and slashed it across the opponent's neck from behind.

The outstretched hand fell weakly.

After a brief tremor, there was silence.

Bahram then obtained the hand grenades.

boom--!

When those hand grenades flew into the crowd, the battle also lost its suspense.

"How did you fix him just now?"

The crowd gathered around the big man who had just died, and Oscar confirmed that this should be the captain of the squad they destroyed.

After the noisy battle, the silence couldn't stand it anymore, and the trembling followed Bachram's spine into his right arm, causing his dagger to shake.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his grip, wiped his sleeves across the blood-stained face, and then stared into the darkness, but there was nothing there now.

"I--"

Before Bachram said this, he felt eternity had passed, and his voice sounded like a harsh, hoarse whisper.

"I do not know either."

Suddenly, outside the cave, a faint bang rose up, and the boys ran to the entrance of the cave and found a golden flare rising slowly.

The sunrise on the sixth day has arrived.

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