Son of Heaven

Chapter 390 Three: Blood Spike

"Papa, papa..." Liang Chen shot four consecutive shots with unparalleled precision, forcing the man to lower his body and roll sideways to avoid the bullets, but these four shots also forced him to change his position. The forward direction made it impossible for him to approach Laman and then go to replenish the gun.

That person frantically twisted his body, doing a snake-like tactic to evade, heaving up and down among the rocks, dodging a series of bullets like a fish, which also gave Liang Chen a headache. This guy's skills are too strong, his back seems to have opened his eyes, and with the help of the complicated terrain, he can always avoid his own bullets at the most critical moment and escape from the sky.

Now Liang Chen couldn't hit him at all, so he could only use tactical shooting to keep him away from the cliff over there, and at the same time try his best to shorten the distance between him and that person.

However, Liang Chen knew that going on like this was not an option at all. The sniper rifle would eventually run out of bullets, and this kind of gun had a slow rate of fire. You won't be in such an embarrassing downwind state. [

"Crack..." The bullets in the last sniper rifle had been fired. Fortunately, Liang Chen was already prepared. During the attack, the pistol in his left hand was already in his hand, and another series of bullets were thrown, suppressing the People couldn't raise their heads at all, and at the same time, the distance between Liang Chen and that person was also rapidly approaching, and it seemed that they had already reached a distance of 20 meters, but the person in front suddenly moved forward desperately, regardless of the vast expanse of land in front of him. Sharp rocky beach.

At the same time, the gun in Liang Chen's hand suddenly misfired. Although Liang Chen had already predicted that the bullet in the gun would soon be fired, the person on the other side was equally powerful and had been waiting for this opportunity. The moment Chen's gun misfired, he also jumped out, and the magazine in Liang Chen's left hand was already ready, and when he pressed the spring with his hand, the empty magazine fell, and the magazine was gone in less than [-] seconds. The bullet was loaded, but the man on the opposite side had already pounced on the rocky beach, took off the sniper rifle on his back with the same swift speed, and knelt there to aim at Raman.

"If you dare to shoot, I'll smash your head." Liang Chen raised his gun on the left side behind him and roared angrily.He was yelling in English.

"You can give it a try and see if your gun is faster or mine." The man smiled in a hoarse voice, without even turning his head, just half-knelt there and raised his gun to aim at the opposite side vainly. Raman on the cliff.He is also speaking in English, and they can understand each other.

Liang Chen gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to pull the trigger.

Raman is his beloved disciple, he dare not gamble.

The scene was at a stalemate, one raised his gun to aim at the other, but no one dared to shoot first.That person finally won the temporary balance of the situation with the posture of a desperado.

However, to be able to be turned around by him in such a state of being attacked by a master like Liang Chen is a testament to the strength of this person's skills and combat power.

"What should I do?" Liang Chen really wanted to smash his head with a shot, but he also knew that the person opposite him was also a powerful master. In the light, if he made a slight move, the next person would probably shoot without hesitation.

With his marksmanship, at a distance of less than 60 meters, he killed Laman who was hanging in the air with one shot, just like playing, Liang Chen really didn't dare to take the risk of taking the first shot.

Looking sideways, the man was a typical white man with heavy oil paint on his face, so he couldn't see Yuanyuan's face clearly, only a bright red bayonet tattoo on his right neck, which was lifelike, with the tip of the knife It looked like it was still dripping with blood.

"Blood thorn?" Liang Chen was stunned for a moment, then sneered, but there was a sudden feeling in his heart.No wonder this person is so skilled, he was able to escape from being surrounded by so many people, and he was able to forcibly turn the tables and tie himself in the predicament just now, because he is a blood thorn, the Blackwater Company blood thorn.

Bloodthorn, rumored to be the ace killer of the Blackwater Company, is said to have extraordinary skills and elusiveness, equivalent to the top fighter among the Chinese special forces—Spike.

From the establishment of the Blackwater Company to the present, no more than ten people have been awarded the title of blood thorn. They are also the national treasure swords of the Blackwater Company. They will turn the tide and complete the task successfully.

Everyone in the company who is given this title will have a blood-red bayonet engraved on his neck.

Unexpectedly, today I was so honored to encounter a blood thorn from the Blackwater Company.No wonder Yao Weilin would suffer a big somersault in his hands.This fall is not unjust. After all, in the 20 years since the establishment of the Blackwater Company, only ten people have been given the title of "Bloodthorn".

"As expected of the former mercenary star——Liang Chen, who actually knows the existence of blood thorns." The man laughed hoarsely.

"It's really a big deal. It turns out that the Blackwater Company actually sent one of your company's only ten blood thorns to lead the team to command the battle. Presumably, the person who can make the Blackwater Company dispatch your blood thorn must be Did you pay a big price? Is it the Zhou family? Or Vale?" Liang Chen sneered again and again.

"Of course you will know when you should know." The blood thorn Jie Jie said with a strange smile. [

Liang Chen gritted his teeth, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about countermeasures, but he didn't reply.

"Liang Chen, the most famous mercenary fighter in the world three years ago, debuted at the age of 13, rose like a comet, and has not lost a single defeat in seven years. Countless people have died under your command, and none of the tasks you have undertaken have failed. They all succeeded, so you are also called the star of the new generation of mercenaries, and you are in the limelight for a while. I have long wanted to compete with you to see if you are a mercenary star or my blood thorn is better. However, Three years ago, you disappeared mysteriously. Unexpectedly, three years later, you came to Africa, a place where birds don’t lay eggs, and became the grass head king. Tsk tsk, I saw you today, but my long-cherished wish has come true. I have to Admittedly, you are indeed a well-known soldier, and you are worthy of the title of mercenary star. However, I did not expect that you are really so young, it is really beyond my expectation." Blood Thorn The hoarse laughter kept ringing, and it sounded like a crow calling incessantly.