Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 337 27rd Brother

Farke! Is this God kidding?
Listening to the intermittent sounds, if the two of them still don't understand what's going on, then that's really nonsense!
The artillery observers of the Kadafa tribe were on top of them!
The bald sniper turned his head to look at the observer Black Eagle, pointing upward with his hand in disbelief.

Observer Hei Diao was also shocked and his mouth opened wide. He really couldn't believe that the two of them had stayed under the enemy for such a long time. The key is that no one on either side noticed the other. This is really outrageous. !

"Shet, how did they get up there?"

The two moved closer to the house, and the bald sniper growled somewhat depressedly.

"Hell, maybe they were there from the beginning."

Black Eagle also had a depressed look on his face. No one expected that after lurking for a long time, he suddenly discovered that there were enemies in this place. This was so nonsense and ridiculous!

The key point is that this thing just happened. In this inconspicuous six-story building, such a weird thing happened, which is simply jaw-dropping.

"Farke, God says, I should go up and finish him off!"

The bald man pulled out his Glock 17 pistol with a stern expression on his face. The other party reported the shooting situation above his head. This simply made him feel humiliated. It was really embarrassing.

"I couldn't agree more!"

When the observer saw the bald sniper's report, he immediately made a gesture.

The two of them carefully pushed open the door to the room where they were, and stepped onto the stairs leading to the top floor. The two of them searched forward, walking extremely carefully, for fear that the other party might have set up booby traps, and they did not want to be careless for a moment. As a result, he and his teammates lost their lives in vain.

"Grenade clears the way, then rushes in and kills the target!"

The black eagle on the side was also not a dull person. He could understand the meaning and pulled out his pistol and followed.

The bald man pushed the iron door on the roof extremely carefully, trying to expose only a small gap to avoid attracting the other party's attention.

The bald sniper made a warning gesture to the black eagle behind him, and then slowly bent down, trying to take a look at the guy on the top of the building through the door.

He moved his eyes to take a look, oh, this is where he is. I happened to see a man carrying a man-man radio on his back, and next to him was another man who was on guard.
After seeing the situation clearly, the bald sniper turned his head and gestured to his observer, Black Eagle.

"Two targets, one is on guard with a rifle, and the other is responsible for controlling the individual radio."

Two guys from the Kadafa tribe were observing the shelling in the distance, and suddenly they seemed to hear something.

There is an iron door at the end of the stairs. Looking at the material of the door, you can tell that its material cannot be underestimated.

"understand!"

The bald sniper immediately took out a grenade, pulled out the safety pin, and threw it in through the crack of the door.

"Fake Squid, grenade!"

The observer of the Kadafa tribe took a closer look and was immediately frightened. He rushed to the other side and rushed out. He did not want to die just like that.
Boom!

On the other side, the armed personnel responsible for following the guard were not so lucky, and were beaten into pieces by the steel balls exploding from the grenade on the spot. Facts have proved that in indoor combat, the best thing to use is never a firearm, but a variety of projectiles.

boom!
Holding the pistol in his hand, the bald sniper rushed up with a "swish", and saw that one of the guys holding the rifle on guard was already dead.

When the other observer in charge of the report saw that it was a foregone conclusion that he would be captured, and that the other party was pointing a gun at him, he quickly raised his hands to express surrender.

"Hey, I'm willing to surrender, please let me live!"

The bald sniper locked his gun on the guy squatting on the ground to express his surrender. The observer Hei Diao immediately rushed forward and turned off the opponent's radio. He took off all the equipment on his body before giving up.

"Man, you don't look like you're from the Kadafa tribe."

The bald sniper looked the guy up and down, his eyes half-lidded.

"Yes... yes... I do not belong to the Kadafa tribe. To be precise, our entire artillery team does not belong to the Kadafa tribe..."

That guy was quite honest. Of course, he couldn't help it if he didn't want to be honest. There was no way to hide his obvious European appearance. His appearance was so different from that of an Arab.

In fact, Arabs can be considered a white race, but as long as they go to one stop from those white people in European countries, people can instantly tell who is an Arab.

"So where are you from? Gaul?"

the bald sniper asked.

"Uh...yes...we are a mercenary team from France..."

The guy didn't intend to hide anything, he simply explained the identity of himself and others.

In response, the bald sniper and the observer looked at each other, and finally waved: "Come with us, our captain needs to see you."

Foreign mercenaries appeared on the battlefield. Whether this matter is big or small depends on how the company plans to deal with it. A bald sniper can imagine that once the company prepares to target these foreign mercenary teams, They can be wiped out in an instant, because among the three forces currently fighting in the melee, each side has Baige security personnel, and it is not easy to target them.

Of course, how to treat it specifically depends on what the person in charge of the company says.

Ten minutes later, in a private house, the team leader looked in disbelief: "So you told me, this guy is directing the bombardment right on top of your heads?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the team present burst into laughter. After fighting for so many years, this was really the first time they had encountered such a dark situation under the lights.

The bald sniper said with a tired expression: "Suka Bulie, damn it, stop your laughter!"

"Haha, honey badger, are you in a hurry?"

"Believe me, buddy, this matter can definitely make the front page of Mercenary Magazine, and their editor-in-chief will definitely conduct a very enthusiastic interview with you!"

"Hahaha, yes, I thought that you might be able to compare with Seal's 27th brother. Of course, you are a negative example, hahaha!"

Brother SEAL 27, an awesome figure who broke the rules, Douglas Mike Day, was an officer of the Second Special Operations Group of the SEAL Team at the time. During a mission with the Iraqi special forces, Mike broke into a place as a spearhead. He was ambushed in a private house, and was swept to the ground by terrorists with AK47s on the spot. Afterwards, the terrorists shot him twice in the collarbone. Just when they all thought Mike was dead, they went to exchange fire with the seals outside. This guy woke up unexpectedly. Without saying a word, he picked up his pistol and fired 22 shots at the terrorists who had their backs turned to him, killing four enemies. Afterwards, statistics showed that this guy was hit by 27 bullets in total. The key is that he is recovering in the hospital. After 16 days, he came out alive and kicking like a normal person, so he got the nickname Brother 27!
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