Husband,Please Be Gentle

Maybe it's not a corpse. It's just drunk, drugged and lying there in a mess.

But what's the difference? In this kind of chaotic gunfight, not moving is equivalent to waiting for death, which stray bullet may pass through their brain.

Everyone was searching for the figure of huangpuquan, and their eyes were fluttering back and forth in some high places.

At this time, the image of huangpuquan in their hearts is like a ghost, coming and going without a trace. Suddenly, it will appear from behind you, making you unprepared, but you have to die under his hands.

At this time, huangpuquan had already jumped on a watchtower in the direction of nine o'clock.

The defensive ability of the watchtower is the worst, which basically means that there is no defensive ability. Huang Puquan just leans under the fence of the watchtower and observes a group of people on the ground through the gap. He is still, dressed in black, and seems to have melted into the night.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move. If the enemy moves, I will move first.

He sat quietly, panting, adjusting himself.

I didn't sleep last night. Today, I supervised a daytime project and drank a little wine at night. At this time, his physical condition is not the best. He needs rest.

The station was so quiet and terrible that death shuttled through the crowd.

A group of masculine old men, at this time, felt that they were surrounded by gloomy people. If there was a little noise, they would think it was gunfire.

It's a typical case of fear and fear.

At this time, no one cared about the women. The women had already escaped from the camp and ran far away. At this time, they were still trudging on the desert. Some of them knew how to distinguish the direction. Huangpuquan told them the direction and road to the peacekeeping force. As long as they got to the village, they were completely safe.

Huangpuquan took off a grenade from his waist, slowly, slowly pulled the lead, and then quickly threw it out.

Someone noticed: "no! Run

Everyone was on the ground, and only king char was upstairs. He clearly saw that huangpuquan jumped out of the watchtower, grabbed the rope and jumped in the direction of the defensive tower before the grenade landed.

"I'm your grandmother!" King char swore a rude word and fired a shot at the rope of emperor Fu Quan.

Huangfu Quan was in the air. Even if he had the ability to avoid bullets, he had no ability to control the rope. He watched the rope break, and then he fell to the ground from three meters.

King char roared: "where is the imperial power? Kill him quickly!"

"Damn it

When huangpuquan fell to the ground, he was shocked under his feet. At this time, he was injured somewhere. A sharp pain came. He didn't care about anything else. He quickly got up, got into the defense tower and quickly closed the door.

The mercenaries who rushed up tried to get in, but they couldn't get in. Huangpuquan pushed the door up from the inside. The people outside couldn't open the door unless they shot and broke it.

He limped upstairs, and the dark light did not cause him any inconvenience. He had the vision of a pilot, and his vision in the dark would not be greatly affected.

The advantage of the defensive tower is that it can help him resist bullets. The disadvantage is that it is not flexible enough and inconvenient to use.

But there is no way. This kind of place, this kind of thing, is really a dilemma.

He hid a sniper gun in the defense tower and killed nearly 100 people.

Later, the more difficult it is to deal with the rest of the people.

These people are able to survive under his kind of people, not only because of good luck, but also because they know how to avoid bullets.

Anyway, they are only mercenaries, not regular soldiers. When necessary, ruthless people will know how to use people around them to block bullets for themselves.

Huangpuquan's feet are swollen. He knows that he can't stay in one place for too long. He has to bear the pain of his feet and continue to change places. The more time he changes places, the more dangerous it is. In addition, he is injured in his feet now. All his actions depend on the other foot to master the rhythm.

When jumping to the ground, the weight of the whole body should be concentrated on one leg, which is a huge test.

In order to achieve his goal, huangpuquan had to bear the pain and jump out of the defensive tower.

The people at the bottom have broken the door of the defense tower and rushed in. If he doesn't go, he can only fight hand to hand.

King char didn't know when to run out of the attic and guard under the defensive tower. As long as huangpuquan came out of the defensive tower, he could shoot him immediately.

As soon as the figure of huangpuquan appeared from the window of the defensive tower, King char fired.

This is the first time that the transfer of Huangfu power has been obstructed. He has to withdraw his head and wait for a while until it is safe.

But it's too late.

The mercenaries at the bottom rushed into the defensive tower. When huangpuquan heard the sound, someone went up to the second floor. He could only roll around the ground, picked up the spare gun placed by the wall, and while rolling, he fired at the entrance of the second floor.Because when shooting, there will be a flash of fire. Although people on the second floor don't adapt to the light, they can also know his position. When the person in front is dead, the person behind directly uses the corpse to block the bullet and shoots at the flash of fire.

On the ground where huangpuquan rolled over, there were rows of small pits. If they hit him, he would die.

He rolled from one window to another. There were still a steady stream of people rushing in at the entrance of the second floor. There were not many things in the defense tower that could let Huangfu Quan hide bullets. He leaned behind a pillar and his wrists were shaking. Damn, his feet were injured at this time. It was a rhythm that killed him every minute.

Earlier, he had put spare guns in all the places he could consider, so he was not afraid that he would run out of ammunition after hiding. There was also a light rifle behind the pillar. Huangpuquan hid behind the pillar and directly put the gun out, shooting at the outside.

The entrance of the second floor is in chaos. Huangpuquan's original plan is disrupted. He wants to jump over the top of the watchtower from the window. Now it seems hopeless. There is a window at hand. Outside is a bunker, three meters high.

He gritted his teeth, threw a grenade out, and jumped out of the window.

Huangpuquan, like a diver, rolled several times in midair to slow down the falling speed, increase the resistance and buffer. When he landed, he just landed in the bunker. He rolled several times in the Second Street company to buffer the impact and avoid the bullets upstairs.

The people in the defense tower ran to the window and swept outside. Huangpuquan was gone.

He's always haunted. He's really like a ghost. The mercenaries are obviously dominant in the number of people, but everyone's heart is afraid of the power of the imperial priest.

A large number of opponents are not terrible. What's really terrible is that they are small in number but difficult to fight.

Huangpuquan squatted in the corner, carrying a sandbag and hiding there to load mushrooms.

Because the light is too dark, in the dark, everything is hidden well, the dark is the best camouflage, he is safe for the time being.

But now, he is also in the most dangerous situation.

There are at least 60 mercenaries with combat power left, but there is only one of them. One grenade can kill five or six, one gun can kill six, and the rest

He had to think of other ways to solve it, not counting his own accident.

Huangfu Quan, carrying a sandbag, slowly poked his head out of the corner, and a head also popped out of the other side of the corner. They were opposite, but Huangfu Quan was very calm, but the other side was startled. He didn't expect Huangfu Quan to appear here. Coupled with his own fear of Huangfu Quan, the whole person trembled.

With such a hesitation, huangpuquan had pulled out his dagger and cut off his throat.

The man hung up without a snort.

Huangpuquan threw the sandbag, put on his clothes and helmet, and took his equipment with him. The whole process took less than a minute. It was like magic.

He changed everything, imitated the mercenary's modeling, swaggered out.

When the mercenaries upstairs saw him, they didn't recognize him. It was too dark, and huangpuquan was wearing a helmet, so he hid from him.

But his foot was injured, which was the most fatal place. He could only walk slowly. Once he walked fast, it would be seen that there was something wrong with his limp.

On the edge of the camp, a few mercenaries leaned together. Huangpuquan leaned over and heard the people whispering.

"You say, why did that huangpuquan suddenly attack our camp?"

"Have you never heard of it? He is a member of the peacekeeping force. I know that he was upset at the beginning. "

"Stop talking nonsense. Where is he now? Look for it quickly

Huangpuquan sneered, patted the mercenary on the shoulder and whispered, "he's over there. I just saw him fly by!"

The mercenaries are on the alert and will shoot in the direction of Huangfu Quan.

Huangpuquan cut off his throat with a knife.

The other two soldiers were all stunned. Huangpuquan was very quick and moved like dancing. One turned around and the other turned back. The other two mercenaries were also cut throat by him.

He stood there, the tip of the dagger dripping blood, cold like the devil crawling out of hell, terrifying, daunting.

"Fight me."

He said three words coldly, wiped the blood of the dagger on the mercenary, inserted the dagger, and continued to approach in other directions.

Now it can be solved without making a sound. He tries not to make a sound and hides his whereabouts as much as possible.

Otherwise, it will cause unnecessary trouble and he will have to work hard.

After he changed his clothes, he was less likely to be recognized. Huangpuquan still didn't dare to relax. Now he needed a strategy to lead a group of people to the same place and directly blow them up.