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Chapter 691 The Tragic Catching and Fighting

When it comes to his son, the old man is very proud, and the subtext is also to bribe Zuo Yi, there is no benefit, why should he help you.

"Stay away from me." Zuo Yi frowned disgustedly, if he didn't still have the thought of respecting the old and loving the young, he would have already started to beat up this poor old man.

"You are insulting our squad leader Zuo." A young soldier was furious, very dissatisfied with the old man's words.

"This guy looks down on the Chinese, beat him up." The old man scoffed, but urged Zuo Yi to block the gun for himself.

"Come on, how to fight?" Zuo Yi has such a chivalrous and hot temper, death?Call first.

"Trojan horse?" Zuo Yi was short in stature, but he was very strong, and his body was so strong that Torre couldn't help being timid before fighting, so he asked the Trojan horse to judge.

"The request is dismissed. The first challenge match, Torre vs. the old man, will start in 2 minutes. Free fighting. Attention, the survivors who intervene in the game will be obliterated."

"Hey, you're dead." Torrey grinned grinningly, scaring the old man.

"What should I do, what should I do?" The old man's face turned pale with fright, and he kept pleading with the soldiers, then saw Tang Zheng, and rushed to his side, "Regimental Commander, help me."

"Coward." The old Chinese man of the Fleischer team shook his head, feeling ashamed.

"Go find a place to hide and sneak attack Torre." This was the only thing Tang Zheng could do, but unfortunately the old man didn't listen at all, and wanted a safer method.

"Hey, the time is almost up." Torre laughed and put pressure on the old man. The soldiers were furious, but there was nothing they could do. Zuo Yi wanted to beat him, but was held back by Left and Right.

"Don't stand still, hide quickly, or you won't have a chance at all." Qin Yan frowned, wondering if the old man's defeat would affect the team.

"Additionally, if the rookie fails and dies, the team's score will be reduced. In addition, the contestants can only use their own weapons and are not allowed to attack in advance, otherwise they will be punished." The blue Trojan horse seems to have heard Qin Yan's heart , announce again.

"Hurry up and hide." Pang Meiqin was in a hurry, and kicked the old man on the waist, kicking him out.

Knowing that no one could help, the old man stumbled and started to run away.

"Three, two, one, the time is up." Torre put the G36 rifle on his shoulder, looked at the old man's distressed appearance, and laughed, "It's so interesting."

Da da, da da, Torre fired, and the bullets whizzed past, hitting the deck beside the old man. The sound of steel knocking made the old man even more nervous and fell to the ground.

"You bastard." Zuo gritted his teeth angrily, Torre was clearly playing the old man like a mouse.

"Hmph, do you have the ability to bite me?" Torrey's expression darkened suddenly, and he shot three long bursts at the right leg of the old man who had just got up.

The old man was shot in the ankle and fell down again, his screams were heard all over the sea.

"Find a way to lower their morale." A certain rookie shouted, and a group of people cheered for Torre.

Torrey changed a magazine, walked over, and shot, completely smashing the old man's ankle, and the entire left foot fell off.

The old man screamed and crawled away, but his blood-stained hand touched Torrey's foot.

"Old man, this way is different." After Torre finished speaking, he kicked the old man's head and broke the bridge of his nose.

There was a soreness and pain in his heart, and the old man burst into tears from the pain. Then he remembered that he had a gun, but before he got it, Torre stabbed the muzzle of the gun down hard, and stuck it on his bandaged right hand. .

"Don't." The old man begged, but what he got in exchange was Torre's grin, with a finger for pulling the trigger.

Da da da, there was a loud gunshot, and the bullet penetrated into the palm of the hand, smashing the old man's right hand into rotten flesh, and the only remaining finger rolled out.

The new soldiers cheered again, the Chinese team couldn't bear to watch it anymore, some were frightened by this cruel scene, and some were angry, the soldiers wanted to pounce on him immediately and kill Torre.

"Hey, enough is enough." Tang Zheng warned Landek in a low tone.

Torrey had a great time, and put the bullets one after another, into the old man's legs, then his hands, just not killing him in one shot.

"That's enough, kill him and come back." Tang Zheng's eyes were full of killing intent. Landek was not afraid, but he didn't want to face the wrath of a powerful enemy and become his first target. Let others fight and hide by himself. Getting up to benefit is the right way.

"It's boring." Torre pouted, and after changing the magazine, he put the muzzle of the gun on the old man's head.

"Don't kill me, please." The old man's begging for mercy stopped, and with the crisp sound of gunfire, Torrey blew his head off, and the exposed spine could be seen.

Huh, Tuo Lei blew a whistle, still not relieved, and fired all the bullets at the old man's body, and then returned humming a ditty.

The soldiers glared at him, wishing they could peel off his skin.

"In the first game, the star team wins, Torre, choose the reward." The blue Trojan announced the result, and displayed the most valuable A-level equipment on the virtual screen.

"Choosing unicorn protective clothing can double your physical fitness and has the highest practical value."

Torrey accepted Yannick's suggestion, and a set of protective clothing was sent to him. This guy was not too shy, took off his clothes in public, and put them on directly.

"Second game, is there anyone who volunteers to play?"

As the voice of the Trojan horse fell, several new recruits stood up, wanting to take advantage, and more and more soldiers came out, but their goal was Torre.

"Very good, but there are too many untouchables, so choose randomly, but don't worry, you all have the right to choose your opponent." Trojan Horse displayed the avatar of the new recruit on the screen.

Ten seconds later, a new ** was selected.

"I choose him." The guy was very happy and pointed to the last old Chinese man.

The old man was not afraid, he glared at him, and walked to Tang Zheng, "Can you give me some grenades?"

Seeing the old man's expression of no hesitation, Tang Zheng frowned, thinking of what he might do, but he was powerless to stop him, so he took a cluster grenade for him.

"Why don't you run?" The young newbie thought that he had the chance to win, stared at the screen, and was choosing equipment, but he was surprised to see the old man still standing still out of the corner of his eyes.

"Hmph, why didn't you run?" The old man was full of anger, even if there were bruises on his face from the beating, it didn't damage his temperament at this moment.

This rhetorical question is full of masculinity, and the soldiers feel very relieved. This is a Chinese man, pure, and he is old, but his spine is still straight.

"Damn it." Sweat dripped from the forehead of Mr. Xin, a little flustered, and subconsciously looked at his compatriots.

"It's just a bad old man, what are you afraid of?" His companions cheered him up, which gave him a lot of courage.

The new boss was still calm at first, but as the countdown was coming to an end, the old man still looked at him calmly. The young man couldn't stand it any longer and prepared to stay away, otherwise he couldn't guarantee that he would shoot at such a close distance. survive.

"Run first and wear him down." Landek frowned, giving advice to his compatriots, and he also saw that the old Chinese man was going to die together.

"This guy is a lunatic." Lena sighed, the Chinese are also very stubborn, if these newcomers are all the same as the old men, then the situation of their two German teams is really dangerous.

"En." The ** youth responded, and ran away. The old man followed closely behind, and at the same time pulled the bolt of the gun so that it could be fired at any time.

The youths in Taiwan who were still cheering suddenly shut up. They thought they would win, but the tough behavior of the Chinese old man made them lose confidence.

"Don't lose to this old man."

"The time is coming, don't leave your back to the other party." The German youths yelled to cheer up their companions, and they also used this method to cover up their nervousness.

"Old man, come on." The soldiers also began to support the old man.

Lu Fan and Cheng Cheng held onto Tang Zheng's pants tightly, worrying about the old man.

The countdown was not over yet, and the two men had already aimed their guns at both sides. The German youth looked at the Chinese old man with firm eyes, and his dry hands held the assault rifle very steadily. The trigger was pulled.

Da da da, the old man was shot in the chest, but he managed to hold his breath and threw the young man down, at this moment the countdown ended.

"Damn it." The soldiers saw the German unruly and fired ahead of time, yelling, Zuo Yi couldn't bear it again, and wanted to rush out, but this time Tantai stopped him.

"Go to hell, go to hell." The young man roared angrily, and fired, and all the bullets shot into the old man's body.

The old man could no longer shoot him with a gun, but he still pressed him tightly and pulled the safety pin of the grenade.

"You lunatic." The ** youth looked at the smoking grenade and peed in fright. He tried his best, but he couldn't break free from the old man's last attachment in his life.

"Hehe, let's die together." The old man smiled calmly and comfortably with blood on the corner of his mouth, and then the flames of the explosion engulfed the two of them.

There were pieces of meat and stumps all over the floor, but the old man's smile, coupled with the terrified expression of the naked young man, was fixed into an eternal picture scroll, which will forever be imprinted in the hearts of everyone.

The German newcomers were shocked. No one thought that the Chinese old man had made up his mind from the very beginning, and it was too ruthless to use this way of death.

"Uncle is a pure man." Shaou choked up, sucked his nose, and looked at the screen, "Trojan horse, can I join the battle?"

Shaou had to kill these guys with his hands, otherwise he wouldn't be able to vent his anger.

"No, this is a special game for rookies." Blue Trojan horse refused, announcing the result, "In the second game, the star team and the Rangers team drew, but because the star team player broke the rules, the whole team will be punished."

The conquerors were stunned for a moment, while the newcomers burst out with all kinds of foul language. This was really a disaster, but the next moment, they stared at the virtual screen, wondering what the punishment would be.

"Hehe, you deserve it." The soldiers had a sense of venting pleasure, waiting for them to be punished. At this moment, the conflict between the four teams was out of control.

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