The sniper didn't notice Pandora's movements, and he couldn't notice them at all. Pandora's tactics at this time were like a poisonous snake, so hidden that you couldn't sense her existence. All the breath of life was hidden in Pandora's body. If someone

If she passed by, she would just think it was a grass sill crossing here, and that was even if she didn't wear a camouflage net.

Pandora, who was slowly climbing forward about one meter, stopped and stood up gently with her hands on the ground. The moment she stood up, the indifference on her face disappeared, replaced by a creepy murderous look.

Along with this murderous aura, Zhao Ziyang, who was following behind, could not help but shudder. His scalp became numb, and then this numbness spread to his hands and feet, and finally connected to the ground, making Zhao Ziyang clearly feel a coldness in his body that was in contact with the ground.

, followed by a slight twitching of the muscles in the back.

Zhao Ziyang has never seen Pandora actually take action. After seeing this, he will be directly affected by Pandora's murderous aura that is so strong that it cannot be resolved. This murderous aura is not just pure murderous aura, he seems to see a person full of blood.

The killing battlefield, and Pandora is the devil covered in the blood of the enemy.

Pandora is synonymous with the devil.

The sniper was more severely affected than Zhao Ziyang. His hands trembled in infinite fear, causing the barrel of the sniper rifle to lift upwards by more than ten centimeters.

"Bang!"

An armor-piercing bullet shot into the air as the barrel of the gun was raised. The powerful recoil hit his shoulders as his frightened body leaned back a little.

At the moment of tilting, the sniper released his hands without hesitation, threw away the sniper rifle in his hand, and quickly grabbed the pistol on his thigh.

In such a dangerous situation, he could only use a pistol to fight back in self-defense, and then look for opportunities to escape. This murderous aura was so terrifying that if possible, he would be willing to kneel down and beg the other party to spare his life.

But he had no chance at all, not even a chance to touch the pistol.

"hiss……"

Pandora's body ran straight towards the sniper like a female leopard. As she ran out, she drew out a rare broad-blade saber. This saber was bright and shiny, with a blade one finger wide, about forty centimeters long, and double-edged.

There is a blood groove in the middle, and a few barbs protrude from the blood groove, like a machete, but completely different.

The blade cut through the air and made a slight sound. No one would doubt the powerful lethality of this knife.

"puff……"

The sharp blade struck at the sniper's left hand that had just touched the pistol like lightning, and the indestructible blade cut off the opponent's palm from the middle.

A cold feeling came to his left arm. There was no pain, only a bone-chilling coldness. The sniper watched half of his palm slip to the ground. The moment it slipped, he opened his mouth to issue a warning and then scream in pain, but there was no chance.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!"

Three sounds of blades slicing across the body were heard, and the sniper once again felt the irresistible coldness coming from his neck, thighs, and waist.

"Oh..." He moaned softly and unconsciously, and when he opened his eyes wide, he saw a pair of pupils that were completely inhuman: brown, emotionless, and full of blood.

With a "swish" sound, the sniper collapsed to the ground, and his body was cut into three parts: his thighs were cut off at the base, his waist was separated from his chest, and his head rolled sideways, staring at his waist with wide eyes.

Half of a kidney.

Dark red blood flowed continuously from the wound, gradually spreading into a red carpet under the sniper's body.

Cruel! Accurate! Poisonous!

Zhao Ziyang's heart tightened when he saw Pandora's quick move, and his pupils instantly formed an extremely dangerous needle-point shape. But this state only passed quickly, and he subconsciously regarded Pandora as the most terrifying enemy.

Fortunately, Pandora is his comrade, otherwise he would not know how to fight with such an enemy. If nothing happens, he will never have much chance of winning against Pandora alone. If mercenaries are existences outside of society,

Then Pandora is an existence separate from mercenaries.

After killing the sniper, Pandora retracted her knife, pointed in a direction forward, and continued to run eastward.

Putting away the shock in his heart, Zhao Ziyang ran in the direction of Pandora's finger. There was also a mercenary there.

"Keng", Wu Chen's three-edged thorns were drawn out from his body, and Zhao Ziyang ran straight towards the mercenaries hiding there like a tiger. There was no need to hide his figure at this time, because there was no need at all. He was crawling on the ground just now

In the time spent, we have calculated the location of the mercenaries with great accuracy. All we have to do now is kill them.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the mercenary who noticed Zhao Ziyang rushing over without any scruples turned around and pulled the trigger to shoot.

The scorching bullet shot toward Zhao Ziyang's chest, and it seemed like the burned air could be seen under the high temperature.

The moment he faced the sniper warhead, Zhao Ziyang narrowed his eyes and clearly saw the ballistic trajectory of the armor-piercing projectile. The warhead, which was originally extremely fast, began to slow down...

"Crash..." The grass and trees tumbled, and Zhao Ziyang's whole body rolled towards the ground at the moment of the gunshot. He wanted to rush past the mercenary's feet like lightning. The three-sided thorns rolled along, leaving a deep mark along the ground.

.

The mercenary was shocked. He never thought that Zhao Ziyang could dodge the shot under such circumstances. After a brief shock, he immediately pulled out his saber and faced Zhao Ziyang who was standing close in front of him. He held the knife in his forehand and stabbed him hard.

come over.

With a "clang" sound, the two sabers collided hard together. Half of the sword jumped high in the air, reached the top and then dropped downwards.

"Poof!" The three-edged thorn stabbed into the mercenary's body from bottom to top from the crotch.

"Tsk..." As the military thorn stabbed in and was pulled out like lightning, a stream of blood spurted out from under the mercenary's crotch.

"Ah!..." The severely injured mercenary let out a miserable howl, his legs unconsciously fell to his knees, and his hands tightly covered his crotch.

"Poof!" Another sound of military thorns piercing the body was heard, and the three-pointed thorn stabbed straight down from the mercenary's chest and pierced into his chest.

The three-edged thorn that penetrated stirred in a circle when Zhao Ziyang turned his wrist, and instantly mixed the organs in the mercenary's chest into a ball of minced meat.

"Tsk..." The three-sided thorn rolled around the internal organs and was pulled out. A bloody arrow shot up into the sky, and a small rainbow appeared strangely under the sunlight.

With a plop, the mercenary fell to the ground and died.

Shaking away the blood and internal organs on the three-sided thorns, Zhao Ziyang squatted down and turned the mercenary over, opened his collar and took off a soldier tag hanging around his neck.

This soldier card is very smooth and has a relief sculpture of a knight on a horse, holding aloft a knight's spear, which is lifelike.

This is the symbol of the EO mercenary group. In 1999, the EO mercenary group closed down. However, their closure did not mean that they were disbanded directly, but that they moved their base camp to London, England.

On the one hand, it is because London is an international arms trading center and defense trading center, and secondly, it helps to get rid of the South African government's interference in their business. The South African government has always disliked EO. This is because many of EO's employees have been against South Africa in the past.

When South Africa signed the international anti-mercenary law in 1998, it forced EO to end its business. Since then, EO has broken into pieces and established many similar companies in South Africa or other countries, including private military companies and security companies.

, continue your business in this form.

"Roar!" Omo's violent roar came from not far away, followed closely by the muffled sound of the bones in his neck twisting.

A playing card went through the woods, cut off several branches, and nailed them to a big tree. The corner of the playing card was stained with blood, and the blade of the playing card killed one.

All five EO mercenaries were killed, and the Fula tribe, which suffered heavy casualties, finally breathed a sigh of relief, but they still maintained their status quo despite the fear just now.

"Da da da..." Mekal fired all the bullets in the magazine in one breath. When he leaned over to pick up another rifle, he suddenly found that the sniper killing had stopped, and the Fula soldiers were out of the threat of sniping.

, is about to start rebounding again.

"Bastard!" Mekal yelled, threw the rifle in his hand to the ground, turned around and ran wildly towards the east of the village.

"Da da da..." "Da da da..."

"Kill him! Kill him!..."

The anger of the Fula warriors instantly filled up the fear they had felt before. They roared with hatred, raised their rifles, pulled the triggers to the end, and fired at Mekal.

Anger, humiliation, madness...the current Fula warriors don't have to think about anything at all. They only know to kill Mekal, the executioner. As for the delicate relationship between the Gambia's domestic government and the ethnic group, they do not consider it.

To take revenge, Mekal must be killed, his skin peeled off, his genitals cut off, his belly cut open and hung on a tree.

Hatred will spread. Hundreds of rifles fired at Mekal at the same time, with the warheads chasing his footsteps and forming a dense fire network behind him.

Facing such firepower, Mekal finally lost his composure. His face showed fear, his desire for life, and his longing for life. But there was still ferocity in his eyes: as long as he could escape this attack today,

If there is no disaster, then the Fula people will usher in their own doom.

The escaping Mekal was quite agile and used all the tactical steps he could muster to dodge the bullets behind him. The threat to his life fully unleashed his potential, and his whole body flew through the woods like a hurricane.

As long as you enter the woods, you will be safe. There are countless bunkers in the woods, as well as EOs to support you. But why did they stop sniping? Did an accident happen?

"Puff puff..." A single shot hit Mekal's back, causing his running body to fall heavily to the ground.

The moment he fell, dense bullets whizzed past his head. He had to be grateful for this long shot, otherwise his body would have turned into a hornet's nest.

"Aww..." The wild beast's howl came from Mekal's mouth. He stood up bravely and continued to escape towards the woods, but when he just raised his head, he saw a scene that made him despair: a polar bear-like figure.

The mercenary laughed ferociously at him, and the M134 six-barreled heavy machine gun in his hand was black and cold, pointing straight at his body.
Chapter completed!