Weize rubbed the barrel of the man in the headscarf and returned the part that belonged to the other party as a whole, and took off the grenade from the latter's waist.

At this moment, a harsh alarm ringing sounded.

It is worthy of being a guard system arranged by professionals, and this reaction speed is almost invincible.

Weize took a deep breath. The distance between the iron gate and the first floor of the sanatorium was about 100 meters. There was no cover on this section of the road and it had to pass as quickly as possible.

The bounty hunter inserted his pistol back to his waist, and rushed forward like a cheetah. Just as he was about to reach the gate, the sniper upstairs was already in place.

Weize's powerful fighting instinct saved him again. The moment the bullet was shot out of the gun chamber, his ears moved. The bounty hunter knew very well that if he stopped at this time, he would be dead.

So he shrank his body and rolled forward, and the bullet rubbed his back and shot it on the stone brick, leaving a bottomless hole, while the splashed gravel left a slender wound on his cheek.

Wei Ze rolled directly under the roof, leaving no chance to fire a second shot.

11 seconds 23, down nearly one second from his peak speed.

But now is not the time to remember the past.

Weize threw the grenade that he touched from the man in the headscarf into the lobby on the first floor, and the guards who rushed over had to fall down on the spot.

The grenade killed a bad guy who was closest to him, and two others were injured.

Wei Ze took advantage of the chaos and cummed blindly. The blind cat hit the dead mouse and killed another person, but this was basically his current limit.

Then the door where the bounty hunter was hiding was almost torn apart by bullets pouring out.

If Weize had not left one step ahead, he would have been shot into a hornet's nest now.

Even though he survived this wave of offensive, the Bounty Hunter is now forced into a desperate situation. He cannot leave the place covered by the eaves, otherwise he will be killed by the sniper on the second floor, and the continuous guards are still coming.

Weize knew that he could not wait any longer, so he took out a disposable syringe he bought in a small clinic from the inside of his suit.

I opened the bottle of eye drops, hesitated for a while, and finally poured two-thirds into it.

Last time he relied on the blue potion in the anesthesia bomb to recover his strength in the parking lot, and he supported him for about eight and a half minutes. However, this time he was trapped in the military base of the Deluo Group, with enemies from all directions, and it would take more time to rescue 2,000 five.

Therefore, Weize increased the dosage by five times.

He didn't know if his body could withstand such a large dose, but he was dead. Since he embarked on this path, he could no longer look back.

From the moment the speedboat landed again, either kill all the people here and take away two thousand five, or die here.

There is no third option.

The familiar pain spread throughout the body again. I originally thought that it would be less difficult to bear with mental preparation this time, but in fact the pain that exceeded the limit of human tolerance still made Wei Ze feel that life was worse than death.

He even hopes that at this time there will be a bullet that can end his life.

…………

The bald man stood straight, looking at the monitor in front of him, the camera in the area where Eize was destroyed by the latter at the first time, so he can only use cameras from other places to piece together the pictures from various angles, but in the end, the most critical part is missing.

He couldn't see what the bounty hunter behind the wall was doing now.

Want to run away?

Or are you planning to hit the stone foolishly with your eggs? Or you may regret it and be ready to surrender.

Before this, the bald man had already retried the previous save, and watched the video of Weize killing three guards at the iron gate and rushing in for more than three times.

His courage is very good, and his adaptability can be called first-class, but his strength and speed are not outstanding, and his shooting skills are even worse. However, his actions when he avoided the sniper's shot made the bald man a little interested, but that's all.

Such skills are even more courageous. To put it nicely, it is called affection and righteousness, but to put it bluntly, it is overestimating one's own ability.

A group of seven-person tactical teams quickly approached Weize's hiding point with the help of gunfire cover.

Is it going to end?

The bald man thought to himself that this was the direct team he trained himself, not comparable to those scammers on the island. Everyone has the strength comparable to Navy SEALs, with strong psychological quality and excellent cooperation, and is an extremely excellent soldier.

So far, bald heads are satisfied with their textbook performance.

But the next moment, one of them suddenly leaned back, then knelt on the ground with his knees, and the TAR-39 in his hand fell to the ground, and there was an extra blood hole in his eyebrows.

The bald head's pupils contract.

when?!

He didn't see the barrel sticking out on the video, where did the bullet come out? Was it an accident?

The bald man knew very well that anything could happen on the battlefield. Even a little devil who had never been trained might be lucky enough to kill a master with one shot.

However, it seemed to be mocking him for his self-deception.

Then the second bullet flew out, at the same position, at different targets.

But it brings exactly the same results.

Bypassing the safety helmet on the head and the bulletproof suit on the body, it landed accurately between the eyes.

A chill ejaculated in the bald head's heart. This time he widened his eyes and stared at the hiding position of someone on the monitor, but he still couldn't figure out where the bullet flew out.

It's like an invitation from hell.

Everyone present was shrouded in deep fear.

Compared with the bald heads across the monitor, the feeling of the remaining five people in the tactical team was more intuitive. They watched their companions die in front of them, but they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy. This strong psychological pressure made them stop involuntarily.

However, their excellent tactical qualities immediately made them make the choice that was most beneficial to their side in this situation.

The five people scattered and trotted to the target site with assault rifles.

It's like playing a Russian turntable. No one knows whether the person hit by a bullet will be himself the next moment, but at least the remaining people can use this opportunity to kill the devil.

Such an idea...is a bit too naive.

The answer to them was a series of rapid gunshots.

Five bullets flew out of the gun chamber almost in no order.

It drew an incredible arc and finally penetrated into the five people's eyebrows exactly.

Everyone is equal before death.

Seven warm bodies fell to the ground in the same posture, with empty eyes looking at the ceiling, as if they were holding some mysterious religious ceremony.
Chapter completed!