Chapter 145

Dada... Dada

When the gunfire was fierce and noisy, and the hand grenades were competing to resonate, Cheng Chong followed the mysterious team. Under the command and leadership of the second lieutenant, he rushed into the courtyard with lightning speed. All the guns opened fire together and quickly cleared away all the remaining remaining enemies.

Just a few seconds later, the corpses of the group of militants lying seven and eight were left in the courtyard, one of which was bloody, beyond recognition, terrible and ferocious. In the courtyard in the middle of the night, it is extremely bloody. With the night wind, it emits a strong smell of fishy smell, which is disgusting and disgusting.

The lights in the courtyard lit up again, illuminating the whole courtyard as bright as day. When Cheng Chong broke out just now, he just closed the main gate and did not damage the circuit system.

Under the guidance of Cheng Chongcai, the second lieutenant led the team members to search house by house and corner by corner, and searched all the places where the enemy might hide. After searching the main house, they soon found the firewood house.

The three corpses in the firewood room are still lying quietly, which is the credit of Cheng Chong.

"Desert scorpion? This man can be a desert scorpion!" When the second lieutenant saw the big black man, he was very surprised. His eyes opened wide. He almost didn't match him as a whole.

After hearing the sound, all the team members in the room crowded over and scrambled to see what happened.

After seeing the corpse of the black man on the ground, everyone immediately showed a surprised expression, and there was some joy and satisfaction in the surprised expression. It looked very complex, elusive and difficult to describe.

"This old bastard is dead. He should die in this remote wood house! He deserves it!"

"You deserve what you deserve. This evil old dog thief will have today!"

"Good death! Good death! It's time! Who let them fight us all the time? It's cheap for him to die like this!"

"Oh! Look at his tall body, which is bigger than an old bison!"

"What old bison! It's clearly an old beast..."

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Everyone began to talk about you and me one by one, and scolded from time to time. However, the excitement was beyond expression.

"Who killed this?" The second lieutenant asked solemnly and seriously at everyone around him. His tone was a bit like that of interrogating criminals.

Cheng Chong never thought that the members of the mystery group knew the big black man, and never thought that this group of people would care so much about the life and death of the black man. I just felt that this big black man didn't seem to find any other characteristics or special concerns except that he was tall and powerful.

Who the hell is this black man? Lieutenant, how did they know each other?

Seeing that the second lieutenant asked so solemnly and seriously, he couldn't help wondering. He glanced at the surrounding team members, grabbed his head, and then replied, "I killed people. What's the matter? Did I kill the wrong people?"

Cheng Chong spoke cautiously and carefully. When he spoke, he looked like a child who did something wrong but didn't know how to redeem himself.

"Is it you? Can you kill him? Can you kill him --" almost everyone, including the second lieutenant, opened their curious eyes and looked at Cheng Chong in surprise. They couldn't believe their ears and doubted with one voice at the same time.

"Yes! I killed people, ah --" Cheng Chong turned around and showed everyone the knife wound on his right arm again. After turning around, he said: "this knife wound is thanks to this tall nigger. His knife technique is really fierce and very good..."

"How dare you fight with him? How dare you fight with him?" Everyone was surprised again. Their eyes were opened to the utmost. They were so curious that they almost fell to the ground. Everyone seems to have encountered the most incredible thing in the world.

"Yes! I didn't have a gun on hand at that time, so I had no choice but to fight with him. He used two dog leg knives. However, although he was tall and powerful, his speed was not slow at all, and his knife technique was really good..." Cheng Chong looked curiously at the comrades in Gillies in front of him, waved his hands, said innocently and helplessly.

"You fought with him, and you beat him and killed him?" For a while, the second lieutenant seemed to wake up from a dream, and then completely reacted. He still opened his curious eyes and asked Cheng Chong.

Others immediately echoed: "yes! Yes! You beat him with your knife fighting skill? Can your boy be so powerful?"

"No, no, this is absolutely not!" Cheng Chong sought truth from facts and quickly stopped to deny it.

"How on earth did you kill him?" Everyone's curious eyes and surprised eyes almost swallowed them directly.

Every time Cheng Chong said a word, he could always hear several voices asking him questions at the same time. Cheng Chong looked at one thing and lost the other, as if he were a big star, being questioned by a group of reporters.

Asked reluctantly, Cheng Chong had to tell how the black man fought, how to attack each other's footwall, and how to be attacked by each other again and again. Finally, taking advantage of the falling opportunity and the dim light in the firewood room, he touched a heavy pistol and fired several shots when he was not prepared, which fortunately sent the black man to huangquan road.

Cheng Chong didn't know how to describe and render in detail, so the whole process was very flat and the tone was very ordinary, as if several old comrades in arms were mixed together.

Unexpectedly, these comrades in arms in auspicious clothes heard that Cheng Chong said so bland and boring. As a result, they didn't buy it and were not satisfied. Their curiosity had just been hooked up. They were still unwilling to ask Cheng Chong, "that's it? Is it over?"

"Yes! That's it. He died. Later, I was worried that he was not dead. I shot him again. Then, then, he became like this!" Cheng Chong pointed to the corpse of the black man, stared at him, and said if he was lost.

"Puff -" all the players looked at Cheng Chong's inexplicable appearance and couldn't help laughing.

"You're a lucky boy! You killed him in a crooked way. If you really fight with him, it's estimated that the two of you together may not be his opponent. You haven't taken three moves under him!" The second lieutenant also gave a low sneer, looked at Cheng Chong with disdainful eyes, and said.

"Don't look down on people, will you?" Cheng Chong was a little upset when the second lieutenant said this. He had always been very confident in his knife skills. Although he could not fight with a black man, he was not as unbearable as the second lieutenant said.

What are two? He's not a black man's opponent together?

What do you mean you can't do three things under a black man?

Is there anyone who despises people so much?

Say it again! War is always unscrupulous. As long as we can kill the enemy, we can use any method. After all, war is not a joke. As long as we win the war, everything is easy to say.

Because the right to speak has always been controlled by the victorious party.

Anyway, in any case, the black man has died in his own hands, which is the fact. There is no one who, at this time, is still contributing to the prestige of the enemy and destroying his ambition.

Seeing Cheng Chong's face showing disapproval, the second lieutenant continued to use the tone just now, pointed to the body of the black man and asked, "you killed him, do you know who he is?"

"I don't care who he is?" Cheng Chong became more and more unhappy. He didn't even look at the second lieutenant. He stubbed his neck and continued: "in short, he is the enemy. Since he is the enemy, I would be right to kill him. Where is there any spare time to check his account? Who he likes to call? I don't bother!"

"Well said! If he is the enemy, he must be killed unconditionally, whether he is the bastard or the bastard's egg!" Seeing that the conversation between Cheng Chong and the second lieutenant was a little stiff, the atmosphere was a little wrong.

A skinny player took over. He immediately bent down, pointed to the black man's right neck and asked Cheng Chong, "look, what's this?"

Cheng Chong looked down the player's fingers with the help of the brighter light at the moment, but he saw a scorpion tattoo on the dark skin on the right side of the black man's neck, but his skin was too dark and didn't look so obvious! It's hard to see clearly without looking carefully.

Cheng chongmeng was surprised and suddenly remembered that when he was still in the jungle, he personally killed a man with scorpion tattoos on the same part, but it was a white man, and the tattoos on his neck were very obvious. He remembered that the gun used by the white man was an m16a2 rifle, which was completely different from the AK47 rifle used by other militants.

Cheng Chong wondered for a moment. Aren't they from Yidong organization? Or something else?

Then he asked suspiciously, "scorpion tattoo! What does this scorpion tattoo mean? Does this represent their identity? When I was in the jungle, I also killed a white man with scorpion tattoo on his neck. His skill is also very good, and his guns are different from others."

The skinny player glanced at the lieutenant, Then he said: "So our boss is right to say that. The origin of these people is not trivial, and their skills are by no means ordinary. You see - this scorpion tattoo really represents their identity. They are a group of money oriented cold-blooded killers. They are a group of cold-blooded and ruthless mercenaries. In their eyes, there is only money and nothing else."

"Mercenaries?" Cheng Chong was surprised. The name sounded very far away from him. At the moment, it really appeared in front of him. In addition, he personally killed several mercenaries tonight?

"That's right! They all come from a mercenary organization called scorpion mercenary regiment. They have been sneaking along China's border for many years. They are well-organized and powerful, and are especially good at infiltration and assassination. Over the years, they have often fought with us. But every time because they act secretly and have very strong combat power, they fight with each other Over the years, each has its own victory and defeat, and many of our comrades in arms have died in the hands of these bastards, who have our blood debt in their hands. " The second lieutenant took over the topic at this time, his face gradually became heavy, and spoke sonorous and forceful word by word.

"Poison scorpion servant soldier regiment!" Cheng Chong chewed these words word by word, followed the second lieutenant, and a flame of anger was burning in his heart. Cheng Chong never thought that they would be mercenaries and bear the blood debt of their comrades in arms.

"Yes, the scorpion mercenary regiment, poison and scorpion, just sum them up. There's no need to say poison. They don't hesitate to kill and set fire. They do all kinds of evil. As long as someone gives them money, they will do whatever it is, no matter which country or who is involved, and they won't even frown. As for scorpions, this shows that they are good at secrets Secret penetration, quiet action, like a scorpion, often things are done, and others may not know. " The second lieutenant looked at the corpse of the black man angrily and explained slowly in anger.

"It's such a group of animals! Damn it, damn it! Are they hired by the people of Yidong organization to lead the people of Yidong organization to quietly break through the border and infiltrate secretly?" Cheng Chong scolded a few words secretly, and then asked low as if he were talking to himself.

Hearing Cheng Chong say so, everyone's curiosity was aroused by Cheng Chong again. Everyone looked up and down at Cheng Chong with wide open curiosity, as if looking at a mysterious monster.