Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 506 Give You a Taste of a Broken Head

"Sick man of East Asia, shameless Chinese!"

When Smith came to the King of Fighters, he heard him still repeating these two sentences.

Smith knew that the reason why the King of Fighters, an absolute big name in the team, took the initiative to watch the night was that he hoped to bump into that Chinese man, or in other words, bump into any Chinese man, and he promised to use the most cruel way to kill the enemy. Kill him to vent the anger in his heart.

"Brother, there is an old Chinese saying that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

Smith patted the King of Fighters on the shoulder with a smile, and handed him a cigarette: "The reason why I promised Kayang Living Buddha to leave our legion alone is to give you a chance to kill. Hehe, the opportunity has come now." Just got the news that someone has entered the country again, I believe it will not take long before your long-cherished wish will come true."

The King of Fighters took a deep puff of his cigarette and asked, "How many people will come?"

"It's not clear yet, but I guarantee that after this battle starts, I will never let you sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. I will definitely let you rush up at the first time and kill it to your heart's content."

Smith said slowly: "My brother, I suggest that you better take a rest and go into battle with your best condition later."

"I can't wait."

The King of Fighters said something lightly, but still turned around and put on his belt, and walked behind the bushes beside the tent.

Looking at the King of Fighters walking into the bushes, Smith shook his head with some headaches, and murmured: "The island devil is good at everything, but he is too arrogant. No wonder he was expelled from the French foreign A army. His temper is also good. Enough to bear."

Smith leaned on the tree, picked up the binoculars and looked around. He didn't find anything unusual. He raised his hand and yawned. He turned around and was about to walk into the tent to remind the next person to watch the night when he suddenly saw the direction of nine o'clock. In the distance, a faint blue tongue of flame flashed.

not good!

Smith's pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his mouth to issue a warning, when a sniper armor-piercing projectile with a speed of more than 900 meters per second entered his mouth like lightning, and shot out from the back of his head!

After his head was pierced by a sniper bullet, Smith instinctively let out a scream.

Unfortunately, as soon as his syllable came out of his throat, a big hairy hand covered his mouth in time.

Blood, like an arrow, drilled out from the bullet hole in the back of the head, spattering the gorilla's face.

The gorilla didn't care. Instead, he stretched out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. Then he smiled strangely, slowly put Smith on the ground, and gestured to the place where the blue flames came out.

As the gorilla's right hand fell, several people jumped out of the bushes like civet cats.

The first one to come out was the guide for this mission, Sarana.

Sarana was holding a Mongolian sharp knife in her hand, she was thinking about her toes like a civet cat, she slipped to the side of the tent to listen, and only then raised her hand as a gesture of safety when she heard the loud snoring sound coming from inside. .

Holding the XM-8 assault rifle, James knelt down on one knee, forming an effective defense against the gorilla over there. The white board, the monkey and Barbara walked quickly to the tent.

Sarana gently lifted the curtain of the tent, and the white board and Barbara got in deftly.

Looking at the sniper rifle that Barbara was holding, a trace of envy flashed in Sarana's eyes: it was Barbara who precisely shot and killed Smith from a distance of tens of meters in the dark.

After lowering the curtain, Sarana walked quickly along the tent to the second tent.

The monkey followed, and the gorilla gestured to James.

James understood and followed the monkey.

As for Gao Fei, he quickly passed the tent and walked towards the bushes not far away.

Just now he saw that the mercenary who was talking to Smith seemed to go over there to relieve himself.

It is said that when Sarana took Gao Fei and others, bypassed the line of defense that was likely to be ambushed, arrived safely in the depths of the forest, and found the rest camp of the White Shark Legion, Gao Fei was extremely grateful that this guide played a decisive role.

In this regard, Sarana is not proud of it.

Because her uncle's family lived in Uriatai, she crossed the border to hunt and pick mushrooms in the forest here, which is as natural as people from the mainland visiting relatives and friends. The topographic map of the entire Handler Forest, It was already in her mind.

When Sarana came to the forest, the slovenly Mongolian woman seemed to have transformed into a leopard hunting at night, with strange blue eyes shining in her eyes, and her movements were comparable to those of a strictly trained agent.

With the monkey and James, they quickly came to the door of the second tent, Sarana paused for a moment, and then lifted the curtain.

The mercenaries resting here also didn't have any vigilance, they were all asleep holding their dollars, not knowing that the god of death had quietly come to their side.

After the monkey walked into the dark tent, he quickly saw the number of people inside by using the night vision goggles on his helmet: ten people were lying in the small tent, five on the left and five on the right, with their heads facing the aisle. Some held guns in their hands, while others covered their faces with hats.

The monkey flipped his right hand, showed a sharp saber, squatted down slowly, suddenly covered the mercenary's mouth with his left hand, and waved his right hand like lightning!
The mercenary who was in the dream kicked his legs suddenly, and his body jumped high...but then, he fell down powerlessly.

The smell of blood immediately filled the tent.

After the King of Fighters spilled hot urine, he thought that he would be able to show his skills soon, and his depressed mood improved a lot. His right hand trembled, and when he was about to put on his belt, his body suddenly froze. .

The sixth sense cultivated in dozens of bloody fights made him keenly aware that there should be someone not far behind him, looking at him coldly, like a wild cat staring at a man. A mouse that steals food.

The King of Fighters is 100% sure that there is an enemy behind him, because he can feel that gloomy gaze.

However, he was only a little nervous, and then he calmed down and turned around slowly.

Then, the King of Fighters saw a person standing three meters away.

This person, of course, is Goofy.

According to Gao Fei's original intention, he wanted to kill this guy quietly.

It's a pity that when he walked around the bushes lightly and was about to take advantage of the King of Fighters to pee, he clearly felt a familiar danger: the King of Fighters had a natural sensitivity to danger.

If Gao Fei acted rashly, it would definitely cause the other party to shout loudly, which would expose his whereabouts prematurely, which would be detrimental to James and others who assassinated other mercenaries.

Therefore, he would rather give the opponent time to fully prepare.

Moreover, rich experience also tells Gao Fei: It is precisely because he just stood quietly without making a move that the enemy reacted out of a certain habit and kept absolutely silent (after people feel danger, the first reaction is by no means big Shouting, but instinctively adopting silence. Because in the human subconscious, there is an illusion that the quieter the safer.)
Sure enough, after the King of Fighters turned around, he was silent for half a minute before he smiled softly and asked, "Huaxia people?"

Gao Fei took a step forward slowly, nodded and said lightly, "Yes."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I'm a little impatient."

The King of Fighters grinned, his snow-white teeth gleaming in the night, like a beast, he shook his neck, and walked forward slowly: "Just you?"

After Gao Fei took another step forward, he stopped: "I am enough alone."

The King of Fighters raised his hand, stretched out a finger and shook it: "It's not enough."

Gao Fei narrowed his eyes and asked lightly, "What do you mean?"

"Because it's not enough to kill, let alone happy."

The King of Fighters also stopped in his tracks, Takakura Ken still had a smile on his face: "A few days ago, I smashed the head of one of your companions with a punch, and chopped him into meat paste with a knife—oh, I guess he's here In the underworld, his ancestors will not recognize who he is."

The corners of Gao Fei's eyes twitched suddenly, and he said in a very weird voice: "Do you want to know what it will be like when your own head is broken?"

"I want to, I really want to. It's a pity, but no one has helped me."

"Tonight, you will get your wish."

"hope so."

The two were talking in low voices like long-lost friends.

When the King of Fighters uttered the last pronunciation of 'this', he shouted suddenly, and his right hand flashed out from behind. He tightly grasped the shining samurai sword, facing Gao Fei's right shoulder, and slammed it horizontally Chop off!

He was worried that Gao Fei would not be able to be dealt with as soon as possible, and that he would not be able to kill other rescuers in time, so he used weapons as soon as he came up.

The King of Fighters swears that he will cut this Chinese man in half!

After the King of Fighters samurai slashed his head, Gao Fei tapped the heel of his right foot with his left foot, and his body suddenly turned into a spinning top.

Two people, touch instantly.

Then move again, maintaining the current movement.

A piece of camouflage clothing slowly floated down from the blade of the samurai sword that the King of Fighters slashed and then raised quickly.

He didn't look at the piece of cloth, but slowly lowered his head to look at his right rib.

There was a wound about three inches long under his right rib, and blood was spurting out from it.

How can this be?

The King of Fighters stared blankly at the blood rushing out like an arrow, his eyes full of disbelief.

He really didn't believe that the Chinese man used some kind of sharp weapon to pierce his right rib and his lung lobe in a single encounter, making him unable to speak and asking this unimaginable question.

Gao Fei swung his left hand, and the Golden Basilisk Sword stuck to his elbow. He turned around and walked in front of the King of Fighters. He stretched out his hand to support his precarious body, and said softly, "I hope you can entrust me with a dream and tell me that after your head is broken, , what kind of feeling is it?"

"Uh... hiss!"

The King of Fighters katana slowly lowered, and he really wanted to speak, but only a hissing sound like a poisonous snake came out of his mouth.

He wanted to see the face of the enemy more clearly, so he slowly turned his head and looked at Gao Fei.

Then, he saw Gao Fei suddenly raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard at his sky cap!

There was a loud bang, like the sound of two big mountains colliding violently when the end came, and it became the last sound heard by the King of Fighters.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a cloud of white-red paste splashing on the enemy's face.

After that, he doesn't need to know anything.

Seeing the King of Fighters whose head was smashed like a rotten watermelon, Gao Fei gritted his teeth and smiled, threw the body out casually, and murmured, "That's all."

"who is it!?"

Just as the body of the King of Fighters hit a tree, the enemy's screams came from a distance.

It was the M1919A4 7.62mm caliber heavy machine gun held by the gorilla who answered the enemy's shouts, and the bullets spewed out in anger: Da, da da!
(End of this chapter)